hotmtlnovel Chapter 117 - 117: The Race (2)
Chapter 117 - 117: The Race (2)
As Raleigh turns his head with a face drained of blood, Vicente and the other sailors also hurriedly gather their belongings.
"L-let's just finish the gift exchange and go. We need to report right away."
As he said, they rushed like madmen, got back on the ship, and canceled all future voyage plans.
They had to return to Virginia immediately.
Returning in less than a few weeks, they immediately reported to their noble master.
And their noble, great, and always benevolent ruler said:
"Oh, damn..."
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Today was another peaceful day.
"Nemo! H-hello!"
"Nice to meet you, haha."
My workload, which was already slowly decreasing after the tractor development, has drastically reduced.
Now all I have to do is ride around on an excavator all day, cutting down and moving trees.
Then in just one day, enough land for dozens of people to farm and live on is created.
As agricultural land and farming concerns are slowly resolved this way, the world becomes truly beautiful.
The spring days of the 16th century are so dazzling...
"Nemo."
"...Yes, Walter."
"This is serious. Who would have thought they would covet the New World so early?"
Right. According to original history, it was still far off. The establishment of permanent French settlements was originally...
Wait.
When Philip II died.
Exactly 10 years.
Is it... already 1599? Just before the end of the 16th century?
And there's only 9 years left! The Huguenot Wars have ended!
And literally, a "permanent" settlement was established in 1608.
Temporary settlements appeared and disappeared much earlier.
Right now, it's exactly May 1599.
When did France try to establish a trading post in Quebec but fail?
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"Huff... huff... We can't establish a trading post here?"
"Let's return to our country for now. We'll continue
Shine Muscat, aluminum, and the furs exported like crazy from this area must have contributed.
That is, thanks to me.
In my mind, I can see myself imprisoned, hearing demonic voices. I can also see various Western European powers distributing the rights to various resources coming from my home.
...This won't do.
Mysticism.
This is my most basic survival method.
It's the same principle by which I survived among the English in the beginning.
I must continue to be the emperor of a "mysterious native empire."
Even Europeans with terrible personalities wouldn't go so far as to not respect a foreign monarch who has converted to their religion.
And above all, they can't act carelessly because they can't gauge whether that foreign monarch commands an army of a million or is just a neighborhood gang leader.
If I didn't have a mysterious aura?
I would have long been treated as just a "barbarian ruler.1"
And how a "mere barbarian ruler" is treated can be seen in how the Inca Emperor and Aztec Emperor were treated.
I... won't end up like that.
Unless I could meet Montezuma and Manco Inca in the afterlife to lament together. To suffer in a body that can't even die?
That's nonsense.
"...Walter, Vicente."
"Yes, Nemo."
"Please speak."
"Your response was... truly excellent. Both of you have made great contributions to protecting this sacred community."
"It was nothing..."
"No, it was significant. So please listen."
"..."
"..."
Let me get my act together.
Is this a situation to worry about Spain's invasion or threat?
No. Absolutely not.
It hasn't even been a year since the Spanish king was replaced. There's almost no possibility that the political situation has stabilized.
So let's be relieved. Let's be grateful that we can take action right now.
"From now on, our goal is..."
"..."
"..."
Let's be grateful that the wise ruler Philip II has died.
Let's be grateful that Philip III is an idiot.
"To receive oaths of loyalty from all tribes in eastern North America."
Let's be grateful that we can attempt this nonsensical act right now.
"...Huh?"
"Pardon?"
Yes.
I'll go first before others come!
"Walter, do you remember what I said when I first saw you?"
"I-I-I remember! I remember every phrase! You said blood would flow in this land! That you would use me greatly to prevent that future...!"
Wow. That was already how many years ago, and you remember it all? Amazing. I don't even remember it well.
Anyway.
"...Everyone, keep this in mind."
"Those blinded by wealth and glory can do anything. Think about what those who claim to serve the Lord might do to people who don't know metal weapons or gunpowder."
Yes. This isn't just for my survival... let's say.
"..."
"..."
"Everything from now on is for the protection of the people of this New World."
Now that I've talked about the cause, I should talk about practical matters.
"Make it impossible for any power to penetrate the eastern coast of this continent... Bring them all into our sphere of influence."
It might seem like a mishap after going out to balance trade, but...
There's no other way to survive.
A few days later, Vicente and Raleigh were about to embark on another long journey.
"N-Nemo? What is it?"
"May I give you one last piece of advice?"
"Ah... yes. Of course. If you offer advice, I will gladly listen anytime."
"Then..."
I gave them a few pieces of advice before they left, and.
I never thought it would change the destiny of the New World.