Divine Smoke curled around Xolotl's face, lending that wind-burned, sun-scorched, cold and hard young visage a faint sense of distance and ethereality. And the northeast of the Western Sea Continent was the very extreme of distance and ethereality, twenty thousand li away.
"Does the Western Sea need more support and assistance? In the end, that means more gold, more silver! Two thousand jin of gold spent, and there are still eight thousand jin of gold behind it, ready to be shipped west from Great Whale Island at any time. And after those eight thousand jin are spent, there are still the ten thousand jin of gold and silver bestowed by the Divine King. There's even the ten-thousand-ton-level silver mine on the Tlaxcala Wasteland, easy to mine, a great silver mountain right out in the open!"
"When the kingdom acts in Northeast Asia, it seeks neither land nor wealth. The allies it makes, the forces it strengthens, are actually only for self-preservation, the necessary armed strength required to open trade routes! Those are all incidental. Only the artisans, physicians, and skilled population of Northeast Asia are the kingdom's most urgent need!"
Xolotl rose, added some Tobacco to the Purple Pottery incense burner, then drank a cup of tea from his homeland. He had always been clear about the kingdom's position in Northeast Asia, and everything Zuwaro and the priests had done was merely an unexpected joy. He had never thought of intervening in the killing struggles of Northeast Asia's powerful countries, nor was he prepared to commit more warriors to the Western Sea Continent. Everything depended on the priests' local management, on how they brought the "power of gold" into play.
After all, the kingdom's fleet was, in essence, a group of "treasure merchants." And who could refuse the "Jiaoren" who