"What do you plan to do?" Harrov said contemplatively, the church had ruled the empire for hundreds of years, and shaking the foundation of Alade's faith in a short time was no easy task.
The council had also spent several months in various parts of the kingdom along with tangible benefits to change the opinions of the majority of the poor.
They could not possibly wait for several more months!
"Do you still remember those empire merchants who used to come and go to Fire Oil City?" Lynn asked in return.
"Are you planning to start with them?" Harrov couldn't help raising an eyebrow.
"Exactly!" Lynn nodded, the ones who had come to trade in Fire Oil City were far-sighted, had low levels of faith, and yearned for wealth—empire merchants.
Previously, under his deliberate allowance, the goods of Fire Oil City had enough profit margin, and every caravan could easily earn thousands of empire gold coins through this route.
