Throne of the North.

Chapter 251 A Transaction with the God of Light

Ryan looked at the Marquis of Beifeng. The Marquis was so ashamed to be stared at by Ryan that he could hardly raise his head.

Ryan suddenly put away all his anger and couldn't help but sigh.

"Mr. Marquis, the current relationship between the Empire and the Church is like water and fire. They are completely incompatible."

"As a pioneer of light in the empire, you bear the faith and duty of the God of Light, and you also hold the noble status of a great noble of the empire, the governor of the Northern Wind Province, and a marquis. Yet you would create something so 'ugly' to promote the glory of the gods."

"Don't you think this is a blasphemy against the God of Light?"

"Don't you see what kind of responsibilities and rights you bear? This thing..."

"You show it to those peasants. Do you think they can connect this thing with the sun in the sky, the almighty god of light?"

"Is it worthy of the great god, the master of light?"

Ryan pointed at the yellowed book. Marquis Beifeng thought about it and thought that if we ignore the extraordinary power contained in this thing, it would look... no different from something that had just been fished out of a toilet and dried in the sun.

After that, Ryan said to Marquis Beifeng slyly:

"Your preaching efficiency has not been very high during this period, has it?"

"You said it's possible, it's just because this thing doesn't look good."

"If you change the material of this book to the same as this one, wouldn't it be easy?"

Marquis Beifeng finally spoke.

"It's impossible. The Dawn Doctrine of the Holy See is their Bible. It is made of paper that can only be created by soaking in holy water. There is no possibility of duplication."

"And Teacher Brener said that the Vatican's paper cannot carry soul magic."

Ryan blinked.

"But this thing is too ineffective for spreading the faith of the God of Light."

"If we can't copy the Vatican's materials, what about a different one?"

Ryan said, then struck while the iron was hot.

"The Mage Brenna you mentioned, Lord Marquis, should be a powerful soul magician."

He took out a blank book from his arms. The book was very thick, but there were very few pages, and each page was as hard as a slate.

Different from the Vatican's Dawn Doctrine, which was bright and magnificent at first glance, the one Ryan took out was full of antiquity and vicissitudes.

Although the appearance is still not very eye-catching, this aura is enough to make everyone who sees it think that it is a valuable object and that it carries the melancholy of time.

"Mr. Marquis, what do you think of this material?"

"Very good..." Marquis Beifeng didn't want to admit it, but said it anyway.

"How about replacing this kind of book with a material that spreads the faith of the God of Light?"

"Think about it, what does the Church spread? It is the dawn. Every night, the darkness dissipates. The dawn dispels the darkness of the world, allowing people to no longer be afraid and enjoy the warmth and harvest of the day."

"But what about your book? There is nothing unique about it. It will not attract believers."

Ryan pointed at the two "books" and commented that this was indeed the truth. The belief in the God of Light that the Empire had created was only to give legitimacy to the royal power. Whether in terms of time constraints or effort spent, it could not compare to the ancient heritage of the Church.

"The dawn mentioned by the Holy See is the morning of every day. The best moment of the day is the moment when you wake up in the morning."

"In the teachings of the Church, the morning light dispels the darkness of every night, so the light of every day is as brilliant as the morning sun."

“Everyone thinks so.”

"But everyone knows that the sun has always been the sun, the god of light. He hangs high in the sky forever. He is ancient and great, and time cannot wash away His power. He has been watching over this world since the ancient times. For a long time, He has been caring for His believers."

As Ryan's voice became better and better, Marquis Beifeng looked at the third "book" Ryan took out and felt more and more that this book was really suitable for the existence of the God of Light.

He is just as Ryan said, existing eternally and immortally, hanging high in the sky that mortals cannot reach.

Marquis Beifeng couldn't help swallowing, "This...this...Baron Ryan, you are right. The morning light is fresh, but the master of light, the great sun, is eternal."

"He is eternal and comes from an ancient, wild world before humans were born." "This book carries the ancient aura of the God of Light."

The Marquis of Beifeng's eyes were fanatical, but he soon became depressed.

"One copy is not enough. To spread the faith of light, a huge number of carriers are needed."

Ryan's eyes lit up for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and said with heartache:
"I asked twenty skilled craftsmen in the Frozen Territory to spend half a month hammering and weaving this book. It was originally intended to be given to my father's mount, Mr. Amber Dragon, as a gift."

"But since the Empire needs it, then give it to the Marquis."

"If we can really help the Empire fight against the spread of the Church's faith, I think the war in the south will go much more smoothly."

"You may not know that my father, Earl Clayton, also sent the earldom's army to the south. I heard that the war over there is not going well."

How could Marquis Beifeng not know? He accepted the "gift" handed over by Ryan.

"Don't worry, Baron Ryan, I will send this book that carries the ancient aura of the God of Light to the Cathedral of Light outside the Imperial Capital. The teacher will judge whether it can play the role we want."

"If successful, the Cathedral of Light will purchase all the materials directly from the Frozen Territory."

"But if that happens, the Frozen Territory can't be sold to anyone else. Otherwise, if the royal family investigates, I won't be able to help you get away with it."

"Don't worry, my Lord Marquis. I just want to make some money. You know, I have never been a risk-taker."

After leaving the castle, Ryan walked towards the gate to the alternate dimension.

Along the way, he had countless thoughts in his mind.

"Did Marquis Beifeng really not know that there was a Feather Dragon Army in the Andara Kingdom? He didn't even react at all, or did he know but thought the Feather Dragon Army posed no threat to him?"

"Or did I reveal too much information in just one sentence, and the Marquis Beifeng could only grasp the latter part of it?"

"No matter how you look at it, it's the first possibility."

"And the birch bark book. It took me half a day to make it. It was a bit hasty."

"But Mage Luna said that this kind of bark can indeed be used as an excellent material for soul magic. Her crude soul magic techniques are also mentioned on it, which will definitely be seen. But this is a communication between two mages who practice soul magic from two different worlds."

"If it succeeds, considering the pressure the empire is facing from the Church's faith, we will definitely make a lot of money. The cost of this thing is pitifully low."

"The Church is very rich. If the Empire wants to fight against the faith spread by the Church, it should not be stingy, right?"

"Commoners and slaves are realistic. When they wake up every day, they don't sigh for the morning light and the blazing sun, but whether they can have enough food to eat today."

"The reason why the Marquis of the North Wind was so slow in preaching during this period was because he could not give them food, nor could he help them dispel their fatigue after a day's work."

"Why not eat meat? Marquis Beifeng can't see it, but there are so many wise nobles in the empire, they will definitely understand the key."

"If the Empire wants to fight against the Church, it must do this, it must..."

Ryan's eyes widened, and he suddenly understood a lot.

"The gods have been asleep for over a hundred years and have not woken up to leave any miracles."

“Damn it, this is—it’s an economic war!!!”

There are only two kinds of things that can be compared to miracles.

One is another miracle.

There is another kind, which is pie falling from the sky.

Common saying: There is a new wife in the village, come back soon.

And this is just like advertising, which requires a lot of money.

The Empire must have been very wealthy to have built the Cathedral of Light, and none of the money has been spent yet.

"It doesn't matter who you give it to! No, we have to give Marquis Beifeng some benefits to get this target."

(End of this chapter)