The Ancestor's Path to Demigodhood

After Xiu Ming and Clark left, Gleia, Firefly, and Tierney all began to concern themselves with the territory's finances.

"Landen, is there really nothing to be done about the Gallop Fund?" Gleia was the first to ask.

"Hah, the old account books of the Gallop Kingdom—what right do they have to meddle with the money I earn?" Landen let out a disdainful sound. "The current Gallop Plains aren't even a marquisate. What right do they have to make me fill a hole in a bill from three hundred years ago?"

"At worst, my duchy can be called the Night-Kirin Khanate in the future. I'll set the capital north of Night-Kirin City and include both the Honeycomb Plot and the Barbarian settlement area. Night-Kirin City and the khanate can split households. The money I earn myself will be managed by the Northern King of the khanate, and Night-Kirin City will be administered by the Southern King. From then on, Night-Kirin City is Night-Kirin City, and Gallop Plains is Gallop Plains. Everyone manages the accounts separately."

"Don't let Yawenni hear you say that," Gleia said. She did not understand the historical joke about the Southern King and Northern King, but that did not stop her from understanding what Landen meant. "But I support you. Accounts from more than three hundred years ago shouldn't always be carried on your back."

"My Lord, if you truly want to resolve this matter, I'm afraid the territory will need at least three Legend National Pillars," Tierney shook her head. "Otherwise, the Legends of the Council may not necessarily agree."

"Landen." Beech's voice came from afar, and he spoke slowly. "My princess has many believers. She is on the road to becoming a Demigod. If you hope for her to become a Demigod National Pillar, you'd best