"Castile is a dying patient, it should die, and will die sooner or later. To curb Albion's greed, and for Charlemagne to smoothly become the sole leader of the Human Faction, we should make prior arrangements for the inheritance of this dying entity."
Li Lin sipped his coffee, looking at the Prime Minister expressionlessly.
"You mean... take over those colonies?"
Stroking his chin, the Prime Minister's tight, thin lips curled up slightly.
For a long time, Archbishop Li had been envious of the enormous benefits that Castile and Albion had reaped from the oceans. As a nationalist and mercantilist, he believed that maritime trade could continuously extract precious metals from overseas, thereby solving the financial problems that had long plagued this country, and also maintaining a powerful national army during wartime.
