Chapter 1307 - 626: Three Major Demigod Ceremonies, Unexpected Encounter with Night Demon Joan (3)

By the time the Remit People don’t even need to start any hot war, the dry tinder among the Hightins People will ignite with the slightest spark. Whoever the grain merchants direct the flames towards, that’s where they will burn!

With these ambitious individuals pushing from behind the scenes, the royal authority of the North Sea Empire is destined to lose ground step by step.

Combined with the external pressure from those Ancient God’s Chosen Races across the sea, the Empire’s rulers, unable to conjure food, will ultimately have no choice but to sue for peace, even paying an unimaginable heavy price to gain "forgiveness".

The fuse is the burgeoning wool textile industry of the North Sea Empire.

The low-cost dumping of goods has massively squeezed out the market for the Netherland wool industry, and large-scale machine production has demolished the handcraft workshops.

The Remit merchants could no longer sit idle.

Black finally suggested sincerely:

"Our Black Family still has some grain reserves that can be used for the Empire’s emergency needs.

However, Your Majesties, we must come up with a solution quickly, otherwise, given the current situation of the Empire, catastrophe truly looms!"

However, what Black didn’t expect was.

After Byron’s family listened to his urgent intelligence, though their faces were initially shocked, they exchanged glances and unexpectedly burst into laughter.

Catherine and Violet, though not as bold as Byron, also covered their mouths with ivory folding fans and laughed.

Hearing their laughter, Black wiped the sweat from his forehead, revealing a trace of hope in his eyes:

"Your Majesties, could it be that the Empire actually doesn’t lack food?"

He had long ceased to be a Remit person, having sold himself and the Land Nobility for a good price, now sharing in the fortunes of the North Sea Empire, both in glory and in decline. Naturally, he didn’t wish for the newly unified Empire to fall apart again.

Yet Catherine shook her head:

"In these recent years, we have continuously accepted a large number of Protestant immigrants.

Their predictions are correct, whether it’s the North Sea Empire or the Sacred Golden Empire, there is indeed a significant food shortfall, and this is our Achilles’ heel."

Black’s face instantly fell, his heart plummeting like a roller coaster.

At this point, Violet added cheerfully:

"But... our steel production is absolutely sufficient!"

This banker of the Gold Sequence clearly hadn’t yet learned to think outside the perspective of a banker, opened his mouth, and helplessly corrected:

"Your Majesties, I wasn’t talking about steel, but food.

No matter how much steel we produce, it can’t be eaten!"

Byron no longer played riddles with him, waved his big hand, and coldly sneered with a roguish air:

"Although our industrial system has only been established for one or two years, our current steel production is already equivalent to the total of the Silver Continent, and by July this year, it’s exceeded a million tons.

Next year, it’s expected to triple.

With so much iron in my hands, should I still be looking at others’ faces to eat? What a joke!

By showcasing our industrial output, the ones most worried about me not having food should be those good neighbors on the continent."

Cold sweat flowed more rapidly down Black’s head.

"This... well... that makes a lot of sense indeed."

Catherine, in high spirits, opened her ivory folding fan and fanned it, her smile dazzling:

"Isn’t there just the ceremony target for the financial storm present now?

’Sea Carriage Driver’ truly deserves to be called ’Sea Carriage Driver.’ They bring the pillow just as you’re about to doze off.

I initially felt a little guilty regardless of who to cut down, but today they’ve brought their necks over themselves.

Recently, the Security Fleet frequently reports that the Netherland has been crossing into our North Sea Fishing Ground to fish, clearly intending to test us."

Aunt Megnira also sent back intelligence.

"Saying that after Louis XI was cursed by the Ghost Hand Dagger, he’s recently been plagued with misfortune, narrowly escaping constant unexpected accidents multiple times, last time even saying he was nearly unseated by a wild boar.

Calculating the days, he probably doesn’t have many left.

Just take this opportunity to deal with the Netherland, completing the promotion ceremony for the three of us in one breath, and fundamentally changing this world."

Byron and Violet nodded in agreement, immediately reaching a consensus.

If observed from above, Hightins, Iron Anchor Bay, and the Eternal Night Peninsula form a circle centered on the North Sea, with only two gaps left on the southern land.

One is Iris, and the other is the Netherland.

If the Empire’s territory absorbs these two, it would be truly complete as the broad Northern Empire!

Henceforth, the promotion ceremonies for the three major divine positions of [Reform], [Finance], and [Creation] have become very clear.

The first step is to use the ’scissors gap’ between industrial and agricultural products to reap a wave globally, devastating the manor economy that nations have adhered to for centuries.

Let the entire world personally experience the power to change the world through the industrial revolution.

Then, wield the [Financial Holy Sword] against the Netherlands, the most financially and commercially developed, to stir up a financial storm, reaping significantly.

After the financial wars slay the chicken, it can naturally ignite the fire of transformation in everyone’s hearts.

Substituting hand labor with large-scale machine production, factories replace hand workshops, boosting social productivity, transforming the entire face of the world.

These three major promotion ceremonies are interconnected.

Through layers of advancement from Violet and Catherine’s prior two ceremonies, they can accomplish the [World Transformation] ceremony, at least affecting an entire continent, ideally sweeping across the globe.

Let Byron, enveloped in peak global influence, ascend to the position of Demigod in one move!

Judging by this scale, it is undoubtedly much stronger than the Radiant Queen replacing the "Mythical Reenactment" ceremony of the Desert God System.

As for how to execute specifically?