Absurd! Unbelievable! Your Majesty, what kind of evil are you enchanted with?! ”

In the main hall of the Nilfgaard Palace, an old man wearing a pure white robe and a crown with a beard had a shocked expression on his face, and he paused the scepter in his hand vigorously.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Do you need to repeat my command again?"

Enhill sat at his desk and looked indifferently at the Sun Sect Leader in front of him,

"I say, from this day on, the Church of the Sun is no longer the state religion of Nilfgaard."

"Pope Andrew, do you have any questions?"

"Whew-"

The elderly pope known as Andrew sneered disdainfully,

"Your Majesty, you're going to be laughed at."

"You, the Emperor of the Empire, want to abandon the sect born in your own country and instead believe in an unknown and inexplicable heresy?!"

"Ridiculous!"

"It's ridiculous!"

"You must know that the Sun Cult has been around for thousands of years since the founding of the Sun God, throughout the entire history of Nilfergaard, and in the southern land, more than 80% of the commoners and nobles are our believers, and there are tens of millions of believers to support them wherever the sun shines."

"And you, but you told me to abolish the state religion?"

Pope Andrew waved his cane in anger,

"Impossible!"

"I think you must have been cleansed of your mind by evil to say such words."

If so, I guess...... You no longer deserve to sit on this high throne. Pope Andrew's tone was cold, "Among the eleven nobles, some people are staring at this seat. ”

"All they lack is a boost from the Sun Cult."

As he said this, Encher looked up and looked at him with a look of sarcasm or helplessness.

Pope Andrew was coldly looked at behind him, but he remembered something, and grinned silently:

"You're trying to kill me here?"

"You think you can do it?"

"Among these palace guards outside your door, there are a total of one hundred and ninety-two Yu Mo disciples from the other eleven nobles, and 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.

"Him!"

"You're the eighth son of Count Krumos, aren't you?"

"Is it called Ramo or what?"

Andrew turned his head, pointed to the guard behind him, and looked at Enhil with a hideous expression,

"If he dares to wield his sword, his father, Count Krumos, and his grandfather, Marquis Krumos, will be hoisted and killed by the Papal army led by the Templars in his domain."

"Even if they are able to escape, they will inevitably die on the way to be pursued, and no one will provide them with water and food in the territory of Nilfgaard."

"What they do, their fate, is closely related to the fate of their family."

"You think you can kill me here?"

"Do you think they dare to kill me?!"

"The sun god is above,"

Pope Andrew looked sarcastically at the middle-aged man in front of him who had a seriously receding hairline,

"The existence of your conversion is nothing more than a heresy of the Horde's Collective."

"Enhill, you're still too young after all."

"You! Base! I don't understand the power of faith! ”

"I'm the Pope of the Sun Cult!"

"Poof—"

Ramo Krumos behind him took up his knife and slashed off the head of the chattering old man in front of him with a pop, and the cut was clean.

There was not a hint of hesitation under his hands.

Pope Andrew didn't die with a look of consternation on his face, and his head shook like a ball and fell.

Splashed with stinking blood.

Enhill looked at the blood-spattered carpet and looked helplessly at his guard:

"Rameau, you shouldn't be doing anything here."

"I'm sorry. My Majesty. ”

Ramo Krumos was half-kneeling with his head bowed, his blood-stained sword stuck in the ground.

At some point, he wore a bright yellow armband on his left arm.

It is engraved with the red brick waning moon logo.

Comrade Erdao, the knight of Ramo Krumos silently lowered his head and whispered:

"How dare this heretic insult my faith!"

"Capital is above, my anger is really hard to suppress, Your Majesty."

As he said this, Enshir waved his hand and motioned for Ramo to clean up the scene.

He continued to keep his head down and work on the papers on the desk.

On his left arm, there is also an armband with a bright yellow background and a red brick waning moon.

Although there are high and low statuses, here, they are all believers in capital.

"Capital is everything, Pope Andrew."

Enhill whispered silently, looking at the addition of a lot of asset data on 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."

Since the day the Lord of Capital was born, the entire Virjema has undergone a tremendous change that is almost earth-shattering.

Banks, securities trading houses, commodity exchanges, national credit banknotes......

One after another, concepts that once rarely entered the eyes of the public, under the impetus of the Church of Capital and the gods behind it, appeared in all aspects of public life one after another.

First of all, in just one month, with Virginma as the starting point, the paper money + coin system linked to precious metals and national credit was implemented to the whole country, and then the major nobles and royal families were invited into this huge market to divide the value with a novelty called 'shares'.

Even though it is not easy to implement, but driven by the believers of the master of capital, the national credit banknotes are still quickly circulating throughout the city, and even outside there are many Nilfgaard banknotes.

Although they were strange things that I had never heard of before, after tasting the sweetness of them, even Nhil, who had only succumbed to the concept of 'god' at first, couldn't help but be interested.

The thrill of manipulating the direction of the economy and finance has led him to completely fall into the power and magic that could only belong to the gods.

However, Enhill's mind was very calm.

He knew very well that this little sweetness was only the beginning of all the change.

While thinking, he opened the drawer and took out the document that had been sitting for more than two days, and had also allowed him to discuss it with his many staff officers and think tanks for more than two days—

"On the Final Draft of the Steam Metal Processing Plant Plan"

Looking at the document, Enshir frowned deeply and looked straight through the window from the second floor to the far north.

With a deep sigh in his mouth, he said:

"The population of Nilfgaard is still not enough."

"How, in the event of war, we can sacrifice as little as possible the population of the hostile country and attract as much of the hostile country's assets as possible?"

Rubbing his knotted brows, Enhil, who had chaotic thoughts in his head, was suddenly stunned, and then smiled helplessly:

"This sense of calmness ......"

"It turns out that this is how the gods who are eager to harvest their faith feel when they look down on mortals?"

"It's troublesome, it's messy, and it's fragile."

Muttering in a low voice, Enhil looked at the far north, quietly expelling the thoughts from his brain,

Hold your right hand together in front of your chest and rub your index finger together with your thumb.

It's like counting money.

He whispered silently,

"Capital is everything."

"May the Lord of Capital bless me."