Over the years, Joan, who had once been gaunt from prolonged malnutrition, had grown into a graceful young woman.
This visit to the Barton Islands was not only to convey the Emperor's decree. There was also another extremely important matter: launching missionary activities for their State Religion in the Barton Islands.
The moment Bolevin heard that it involved missionary work, the newly appointed bishop of the State Religion's Barton branch immediately perked up.
After all, Bolevin had few hobbies in his daily life, and missionary work counted as one of them.
At this point, the Barton Islands had just ended a war. Looking farther back, the residents of the Barton Islands had endured decades of turmoil.
Many civilians were already physically and mentally exhausted. They were precisely in need of spiritual sustenance.
The missionaries of the State Religion could say that they had arrived at exactly the right time.
On top of that, Joan's talent as a "saint" gave them a boost, making the entire missionary effort proceed exceptionally smoothly.
Meanwhile, inside Barton Castle, after dismissing everyone else, White Butcher opened the letter sealed with red wax.
The letter mainly explained the subsequent arrangements to White Butcher, including, of course, how the Barton imperial family would be handled...
"To the Great Zhou capital?"
"Yes."
Sitting in what had once been the Barton Emperor's office, White Butcher nodded.
"The capital has better conditions, as well as fully equipped schools. Once the children reach the right age, they can attend school directly in the capital. Lodgings have already been arranged as well."
"As for living expenses, our Great Zhou will allocate a sum of money to Barton III every month, enough for him to live out his later years in peace."
Looking at Jabbar before him, White Butcher was perfectly frank.
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