After the convoy set out, many, many people had thoughts similar to the Gray Fortress Emperor's. They wanted to display their strength as much as possible and use this livestream to promote themselves.
Yet very few could actually do what the Gray Fortress Emperor had done.
On one hand, most people had no idea where the convoy would go next or what route it would take. On the other, they did not possess the Graycastle Empire's strength. Even if they could determine its location now, they had no idea how to build such things—and simply could not manage it.
Dawn Westlands.
Shepherd God Church.
Wool Association.
Wool Ryan watched the livestream, his expression complicated.
"What a pity. We're only a merchants' guild. It seems there's truly nothing we can do in this regard."
The Shepherd Pope watched from beside him as well and spread his hands helplessly. "We can't exactly go and repair the trade routes, can we? The cost is simply too high. Even with everything we recently skimmed from the stock market, it wouldn't be nearly enough."
"Besides, we need this portion of the funds to build new-style ranches."
The major god churches were all building roads and bridges, opening new schools and hospitals. Naturally, the Shepherd God Church wanted to do the same.
After all, such measures made it extremely easy to gather faith—or at the very least, to win the favor of local residents. The effects were immediate.
But the Shepherd God Church was in an awkward position. The nature of their church meant that almost all their influence lay in nomadic regions.
Yet those nomadic regions had been scattered during the War God Church's first campaign against the Dawn Kingdom.
Even though order had become relatively stable now, they still were not the sort who