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Chapter 1311 The Glorious Holy See is in bad luck!Brother, are you free to play Well of Eternity?
How is the situation over there?

Hearing this question, Archmage Bairbo laughed naturally.

Smile very comfortable, very comfortable.While laughing, she looked at her junior brother with soft and emotional eyes:
This little guy went to play in the elf forest, and then went to the Sun Kingdom to play.It didn't take too long, and the work he did didn't seem to be extremely difficult——

However, unconsciously, the situation there, or in other words, the entire southern part of the New World, the balance of power between the parliament and the glorious Holy See has been turned upside down.

"Ah, don't worry." The corners of his eyes slightly curved, and the smile on his lips also grew bigger and bigger:

"A demigod, a demigod who is inclined to us, will be of great benefit to us after he really stands upright—after the sun god recovers, we don't have to worry about that side anymore."

He raised his hand casually, and a piece of light and shadow bloomed in the void, outlining the appearance of the southern part of the New World.Coasts, mountains, cities, forests...

To the east is a lush and endless forest, the Fertile Forest, the Torrent Forest, and the Rainsong Forest, surrounded by the Elven Secret Realm that has returned to normal;
On the part of the coastline on the west side, mountains rise from the ground, and rivers rush into the sea from the mountains.In the mountains, there are dots, cities, passes, and roads, as specific and subtle as rice grains, but clear.

And this majestic mountain range was quickly divided into two parts, painted with different colors:

The south is yellow, golden, warm and soft, like the sun shining on the earth.The northern part is pure white, the same color as the holy light of the glorious Holy See, spreading all the way to the central coastline.

On the dividing line between pure white and warm yellow, the canine teeth are intertwined, constantly pushing over and over; pushing over and over.

In the pure white, dots of yellow light ignite from time to time, most of them are thin, and occasionally they are dense, and sometimes "Hurla", they even become a small piece...

"The people of the Sun Kingdom, especially the nobles, still derive their power from the Sun God." Archmage Bairbo smiled proudly, pointing to the yellow light in the pure white:
"There are not enough people in the Glorious Holy See, and they are lazy. Most of them turn a blind eye to the local rule, as long as the local people are obedient and willing to pay money and things."

Gretel nodded slightly.There are not enough people for sure. After all, we have to cross the ocean and take huge risks.The ratio of the number of colonists to the local aborigines can be one to one hundred, which is considered to be a very large number.

And what is the result of not enough people?First of all, if you want to continuously plunder local wealth, you must rely on the local people;

Secondly, if you want to rule the local people, you can't do it even if your legs are broken by relying on the colonists.It can only transfer some power to the local nobles and let them rule the people on their behalf;
Thirdly, as long as the so-called beliefs of the local nobles seem to believe in the Lord of Radiance on the surface, the colonists are not easy to control.As for what people believe in privately...

"Before, the Sun God was seriously injured and couldn't connect to his people, and he couldn't provide them with strength. His faith was getting weaker and weaker. Now that he is stronger, his people will definitely come back..."

"The Glorious Holy See doesn't care?"

Gretel's eyes sparkled.Archmage Bairbo smiled triumphantly:
"How? I can't. Most of the nobles in the Sun Kingdom have divine blood, and connecting with the gods is their natural ability. As long as they don't use it in front of the glorious Holy See, who knows?"

And when a noble receives the blessing of power, it will be passed on to his descendants; in a region, as long as there is a noble who has received the blessing, it will be spread through ways such as allegiance, protection, and marriage.

Just like what Gretel saw, the dots of yellow light are connected into one piece, and then connected into one piece, and then connected into one piece...

"If you have power, you will want power. If you have power, you will want more power. Even if the Holy See puts three legends there, it can only shrink in an all-round way, and only keep a few key areas."

Therefore, the mage tower built by the great mage Bairbo in the Sun Kingdom is fundamental, complete, and not dangerous at all!
"Hey, it's almost time to ship back the proceeds from the Sun Kingdom." Gretel sighed sincerely.

If a stable route can be established, leading from the Kingdom of the Sun to the Kingdom of the Eagles, then the parliament's income channels in the New World will be completely opened up.

Not only has the channel been opened up, there is a steady income rolling in, but also, there is a wider space and richer resources. I believe that the magicians of the council will have more possibilities for advancement——

"Ah, this one is almost here." Archmage Bairbo leaned back and raised his hand slightly.The light and shadow are continuous, and it grows upwards:
"Recently, the area of ​​the Storm Islands is in a mess. The people of the Glorious Holy See can't even cure yellow fever. Many ports are closed, and ships are not allowed to enter the port..."

If it is not allowed to enter the port, no supplies will come in, and no supplies will go out.Traveling across the ocean, the supplies brought in were rotting on the ship in vain. The crew endured hunger, thirst and illness, looking at the elusive port;
Sugar cane grown in the plantations, refined raw sugar, fur, sisal, cochineal, and various valuable materials rotted in vain at the port.

All the serfs' work for a year was lost; the income of the adults and gentlemen for a year, which was counted on to buy armor, weapons, silk, and jewelry, was all wasted.

Not to mention, the disease sweeps over everything indiscriminately.The serfs on the plantations, the servants in the manors and cities, and even the colonists themselves fell ill in great numbers;
No one trimmed the trees, wiped the furniture, took out the trash, or even cooked.

No matter how proud the colonists were, they couldn't use a whip to whip their servants to work when they were sick and dying in bed—what's more, even if they used a whip, they couldn't actually whip them up?

It's just barely bearable.But even if a superhuman can be free from the disease, the young children and beloved women will be in constant panic in the face of the sweeping disease.

"Right now, the Storm Islands are in a mess. The Holy See of Glory has urgently dispatched people to stop the plague, but it's just a drop in the bucket."

Archmage Bairbo couldn't stop laughing:
"On the contrary, here, with the blessing of the Lord of the Plague, everyone is not afraid of the plague. It is time to sail and transport. This gap in power is for us!"

Gretel let out a long sigh of relief.The contraction of the Glorious Holy See in the New World means that the power of the Parliament can be more stable and safer;
But it also means-

"Brother, can you spare your time? Stay here for a while and study the Well of Eternity?"

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