I Became A Black Merchant In Another World-Chapter 405: Burden of the Empire (1)

“Your Majesty, a new report has arrived from Eriksson, who is exploring the New World. Would you like to read it?”

“Sebastian, just pick out the important parts and tell me. I have to write a letter to the Sultan myself.”

High-ranking officials rarely write letters by hand.

It’s partly because they have a lot of work to do, but it’s also because it takes a lot of time to rewrite the content that’s already been decided in a ‘fancy style.’

No matter how simple you try to write, you have to mix in all sorts of metaphors and useless literary expressions.

However, a letter to the Sultan has to match their religious and cultural codes, and I’m the only one who can do that, so what can I do? There’s no other way, so I have to do it.

“According to Erikson’s report, some of the sailors even had children with the local women. At first, they almost went to war with the local tribe they first encountered because of those troublemakers, but now, thanks to them, it’s easier to form friendly relations with the locals.”

“Thank goodness. When I heard that they raped the local women, I thought they were going crazy.”

“You never know how life will turn out, but I never thought it would turn out this way.”

He used a similar method when he was building friendly relations with the Masai Alliance.

He paired the local women with the sexually hungry sailors and made them his family, and approached them as if we were their friends.

“At that time, it was mutually agreed upon.”

However, the sailors that Erikson brought with him were so instinctively loyal that their brains were in their lower bodies.

The women saw the matchlock guns and steel swords these guys had and thought this guy was okay, so they accepted him.

Anyway, the problem with men is the bastards on their lower bodies, the problem.

“According to what I found out while talking to the local tribes, the tribe’s village belongs to a huge nation called Yupanthi. I can’t imagine how big it is, but they say that they mobilize over 100,000 troops for the wars that occur every year.”

“They wage war every year... Are they crazy about war?”

And Sebastian began to vomit while reading the letter.

“...... Even if they are pagans, this seems a bit excessive. These guys wage war every year for the sun god, capture the defeated, sacrifice them, and eat the victims. These scumbags should never be allowed to live.”

“We have to purify them as soon as possible.”

“It seems that Deus has given you the mission to purify this hellish place. How on earth can a human eat human flesh?”

I don’t really care whether you believe in Deus or Allah.

Allah and Deus are actually the same god, but people are free to believe in whatever religion they want.

As long as it doesn’t harm others, you can believe in flying spaghetti.

‘Isn’t it similar to how British cuisine falls under the category of food?’

However, I can’t just accept that killing people for religious reasons or committing barbaric acts like cannibalism is different from me.

Those kinds of things are bad habits that shouldn’t exist in this world.

“Let’s wipe them out all at once later, Sebastian. And let’s make it the territory of the Rothschild family to teach them the right lessons.”

“I agree with what the Viscount said.”

“Since the Kingdom of Lyon has been devastated, I’ll recruit soldiers from the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Kingdom of Lyon and use them to conquer the New World.”

“Don’t you conscript soldiers in the Tuscan Empire?” “It’s too conspicuous. Even Your Majesty wouldn’t tolerate me gathering private soldiers.”

The least you can do is to do unacceptable things secretly.

Of course, it’s best not to do them.

The enormous benefits of the New World are tempting me, so how can I resist?

So I have to secretly gather private soldiers and build an army.

“After conquering the New World, I have to spread the Deus religion there. They believe in an uncivilized god like the sun god, so they’ll do such crazy things.”

“Thanks to you, Viscount, the world will become a better place.”

“Choose trustworthy people from the Rothschild Corporation and the family, allocate a budget for conquering the New World, and have them draw up a plan based on the report submitted by Eriksson.”

“Yes, Viscount.”

If I had my way, I would invade the New World today, break the heads of the crazy authors who enjoy human sacrifice, and make the New World the right way (a colony of the Rothschild family).

Leading a large army and conquering somewhere is not that easy.

Once you have the budget, it takes time to gather the necessary supplies and people.

‘In war, the actual fighting with a sword is only for a moment.’

If you assume that the war lasts 365 days, you can think of it as spending nearly 250 days just preparing supplies, 114 days marching, and then only one day of fighting.

“Now that I have finished talking about the New World, what is the current status of the Holy Empire?”

“I heard that the Sultan’s army, the expeditionary force sent from the Kingdom of Lyon, the army of the Protestant faction, and the army of the Emperor of the Holy Empire are all engaged in a fierce battle.”

“I planned this war from beginning to end, but it’s really confusing.” “I’m glad it’s not a civil war in the Tuscan Empire.”

The reason why watching a fire across the river is fun is because there’s no risk of the fire spreading to our house.

What if there’s a fire in the house next door?

Would you think it’s someone else’s business and enjoy it?

No, you have to do everything you can to put out the fire right away.

If you can’t put out that fire, your house will burn down first.

‘Even though it’s a civil war I started, it’s fortunate that it’s a war in another country.’

“The Protestant faction is currently fighting the Deus faction army led by the Holy Empire Emperor, the Kingdom of Lyon army, and the Deus faction army led by the Emperor against the Sultan and the Protestant faction. And the Sultan’s army is slowly driving out the Holy Empire Emperor.”

“The war is getting more and more intense, so it seems like it’s getting close to our time to intervene.”

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But in reality, you can win by ‘finally striking’ an enemy that others have killed?

You can become a hero who achieved victory with minimal sacrifice and effort, rather than a bad and mean person.

How many cases are there in which you failed to strike the last blow in a war and won against the enemy, and failed to achieve proper results?

‘War is simple and mean.’

“The clergy will now all move in unison according to His Majesty’s orders, food production has increased, and the capacity to produce weapons and armor has also increased, so even if an all-out war is launched, the Tuscan Empire will not falter.”

If there were railroads and various types of vehicle transportation in a country, the country would start to falter as soon as an all-out war was launched.

However, in a world without railroads, even if the country mobilized all its available resources, it would be impossible to requisition enough supplies to uproot the country.

If there was some kind of absurd famine, it would be different if the supplies to be sent were completely gone.

“Okay, then let’s start with this plan...”

I was about to open the secret drawer of my desk and take out a plan I had sealed.

“Your Majesty, a pastor from the Holy Empire is desperately asking to see you. Should I kick him out?”

If it were normal, I would have just ordered him to be kicked out.

But when I heard that he was from the Holy Empire... I thought it must have been Pastor Stefano who sent him.

Even though the pastor is a very noble and faithful person who seems to be very closed off, he’s not so stupid as to not know that it would be bad for both of us if it was known that we were communicating.

“Let him in.”

“Understood.”

The pastor who came in was panting for breath in his completely tattered clothes.

But he seemed more desperate than that.

“Why did you come to me so urgently?”

The pastor shed a tear after hearing my words.

Then he lowered his head.

It must have been very bad news.

‘Is Pastor Stephen dead?’

The Elector of Wittenburg is not stupid. He would never kill or let Pastor Stephen, who was the center of his power, die...

“Your Majesty, Pastor Stephen has been martyred.”

As soon as I heard the word martyrdom, my head started spinning.

Could it be that the idiot Elector of Wittenburg really abandoned the pastor?

“Did the Wittenburg guy kill the pastor? Or did the Holy Emperor?”

“That’s not it. His Majesty the Wittenburger helped the pastor until the end.”

And the pastor who came to see me in a hurry told me the truth about Pastor Stephen’s death.