Standing behind the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Golin stride away animatedly through the gap in the curtains, Lin Qi pondered for a while, then shook his head.
If he could obtain monopoly rights over certain special goods in the Gallic Empire, it would greatly benefit many of Lin Qi's future plans. Such a vast empire consumed an astronomical quantity of supplies every year. Take grain alone: the Gallic Empire consumed billions of tons annually. Skimming even a little from such enormous resources would be enough to meet the needs of the Sand Family and several other families.
Lin Qi was not greedy. If he could secure monopoly rights in five or six provinces, he would be fully satisfied. Moreover, the exclusive rights he truly wanted were mainly in grain and medicinal materials. As for military equipment, Lin Qi did not value it much.
Once one reached the Saint realm, ordinary weapons and equipment were no better than trash, while even top-tier magical weapons could not withstand the abuse of Saint-realm experts. What use would it be to Lin Qi even if he controlled all the military equipment circulating in the Gallic Empire? Including military equipment on the monopoly list was merely a convenience for bargaining.
With a faint smile, Lin Qi returned to the sofa and had Alda and the others guard the door, forbidding anyone from entering. Then, all his attention focused on Victory Palace—inside Victory Palace, amid the crowd of nobles, the Green Forest Duke, whose face was slightly stiff, smiled faintly. His eyes suddenly filled with life as all of Lin Qi's consciousness descended into this divine puppet.
Spet gripped Holy Light I's throat tightly, glaring through gritted teeth at Laite Chenxi as he slowly descended from the sky.
Laite Chenxi descended very slowly. Carrying an immense, heart-quailing