"Absurd! Unbelievable! Your Majesty, what kind of evil has your mind been obsessed with?!"
In the main hall of the Nilfgaard Palace, an old man wearing a pure white robe, a crown, and a big beard had a look of astonishment on his face, and he vigorously tapped the scepter in his hand.
"Do you know what you are saying?"
"Do you need to repeat my order?"
Emhyr sat at his desk and looked at the leader of the Sun Cult in front of him indifferently.
"I said that from today on, the Sun Cult will no longer be the state religion of Nilfgaard."
"Pope Andrew, what's your question?"
"laugh--"
The old pope known as Andrew sneered disdainfully,
"Your Majesty Emhyr, if you say this, you will be laughed at."
"You, a dignified emperor, want to abandon the sect born in your own country and turn to believe in an inexplicable heresy with unknown origin?!"
"absurd!"
"That's ridiculous!"
"You have to know that the Sun Cult has been around for thousands of years since the Sun God was founded. It has been throughout the history of Nilfgaard. In the southern land, more than 80% of the civilians and nobles belong to us.
Believers, wherever the sun's rays reach, there are enough tens of millions of believers to support you."
"And you told me to abolish the state religion?"
Pope Andrew waved his staff angrily,
"impossible!"
"I think you must have had your mind washed away by evil, that's why you said such words."
"If that's the case, then... you are no longer worthy of sitting on this high throne." Pope Andrew said in a cold tone, "There are many people among the eleven nobles who are eyeing this seat."
"What they lack is just a helping hand from the Sun Cult."
As he said this, Emhyr raised his head and looked at him with eyes that seemed sarcastic or helpless.
Pope Andrew felt a chill in his back when he saw it, but then he thought of something and grinned silently:
"You want to kill me here?"
"You think you can do it?"
"Among the palace guards outside your door, there are a total of one hundred and ninety-two descendants of the other eleven nobles. Each of them has at least the title of knight or above."
As he spoke, he pointed to the two guards behind him who escorted him into the house.
"he!"
"You are the eighth son of Earl Crumos, right?"
"Is it Ramo or something?"
Andrew turned his head, pointed at the guard behind him, and looked at Emhyr with a ferocious expression,
"If he dares to swing his sword, his father, Count Cromos, and his grandfather, Marquis Cromos, will be hanged and killed by the papal army led by the Templar Knights in their territory."
"Even if they can escape by chance, they will surely die on the way to being hunted. No one in Nilfgaard will provide them with water or food."
"What they do and their fate are closely related to the fate of their family."
"Do you think you can kill me here?"
"Do you think they dare to kill me?!"
"The sun god is above,"
Pope Andrew looked at the middle-aged man with a severely receding hairline in front of him with a sarcastic expression.
"The existence you converted to is nothing more than a group of heretics who know how to do tricks."
"Emhyr, you are still too young after all."
"You! You don't understand the power of faith at all!"
"I am the Pope of the Sun Religion!"
"Pfft——"
Behind him, Ramo Cromos raised his knife and cut off the head of the chattering old man in front of him with a pop. The incision was clean and neat.
There was not a trace of hesitation in his hands.
Pope Andrew had a look of shock on his face until he died, and his head shook like a ball and dropped.
The smelly blood was splashed all over the ground.
Emhyr looked at the carpet soaked with blood, and looked helplessly at his guard:
"Ramo, you shouldn't do anything here."
"Sorry. My lord."
Ramo Cromos was half-kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, and his blood-stained sword was stuck on the ground.
I don’t know when I wore a bright yellow armband on my left arm.
The red brick waning moon logo is engraved on it.
Comrade Erdaogang, Knight Ramo Crumos lowered his head silently and whispered:
"How dare this heretic insult my faith!"
"Capital is above all, my anger is really uncontrollable, Your Majesty."
While saying this, Emhyr waved his hand, signaling Ramo to clean up the scene.
He continued to lower his head and deal with the documents on the table.
On his left arm, there is also a bright yellow armband with a red brick waning moon.
Although there are differences in status, here they are all believers in capital.
"Capital is everything, Pope Andrew."
Emhyr whispered silently, looking at a lot of asset data added to the file with a smile on his face,
"It's not that I don't understand faith, it's that you don't understand capital, poor Andrew."
Ever since the day the Lord of Capital appeared, the entire Vizima has undergone tremendous changes that are almost earth-shaking.
Banks, securities trading houses, commodity exchanges, national credit notes...
One after another, concepts that had rarely entered the public eye have appeared in every aspect of public life, driven by the church of capital and the gods behind it.
First, in just one month, with Vizima as the starting point, a paper money + coin system linked to precious metals and national credit was implemented nationwide, and then the major nobles and royal families were invited into this huge market, under a name
Split value for 'shares' of novelty.
Even though the implementation was not easy, under the leadership of the Lord of Capital believers, national credit banknotes were quickly circulated throughout the city, and many Nilfgaardian banknotes were also circulated outside.
Although they were all strange things that I had never heard of before, after tasting the sweetness of them, even Emhyr, who had just succumbed to the concept of ‘gods’ at first, couldn’t help but become very interested.
The pleasure of controlling the economic and financial direction made him completely immersed in the power and magic that could only belong to gods.
However, Emhyr's mind is very calm.
He knew very well that this little sweetness was just the beginning of changes.
While thinking about it, he opened the drawer and took out the document that had been there for more than two days and that he had discussed with many of his staff and think tanks for more than two days——
"On the final draft of the steam metal processing plant plan"
Looking at this document, Emhyr frowned deeply and looked straight through the window from the second floor to the distant north.
He sighed deeply and said:
"The population of Nilfgaard is still not enough."
"How can we sacrifice as little as possible the population of the hostile country and attract as many assets as possible from the hostile country in the event of war?"
Emhyr, who was rubbing his knitted brows and having a lot of thoughts in his mind, was suddenly startled, and then he laughed helplessly:
"This sense of ease..."
"So, is this how the gods who are eager to harvest their faith feel when they look down at mortals?"
"Troublesome, messy, and very fragile."
Whispering in his mouth, Emhyr looked at the distant north, calmly expelling the thoughts from his heart.
Hold your right hand in front of your chest and rub your index finger and thumb together.