Chapter 276: Chapter 276: You Guys Caught This?

Viscount Roster seemed to recall the Church of Agriculture’s past wealth, which made him even more confident in this idea. He immediately found the Dawn Church of Agriculture Archbishop in his friends list.

The Church of Agriculture was unique in nature—they existed in almost every farming civilization. So unlike other churches, they didn’t have positions like Pope. Instead, each country’s Church of Agriculture had an Archbishop and multiple bishops and regional bishops.

The Archbishop typically held absolute authority within a region.

For bigger matters that could affect the entire church’s operations, the Archbishops from different countries would deliberate together.

Of course, due to the different scales of churches in different countries, they wielded different levels of power.

The Dawn Church of Agriculture Archbishop had benefited from their association and had been rising rapidly in the industry lately. He was about to become the controller of the largest church, with pretty solid influence.

Roster understood this, so he didn’t bother being polite and got straight to the point: "I just met with the Goddess of Agriculture. She gave me some tasks that need your cooperation."

If it were anyone else, the Dawn Kingdom Church of Agriculture Archbishop would’ve thought they were insane after reading that message—might’ve even thought they were blaspheming the gods. But seeing the name "Roster" in his notes, the Archbishop didn’t feel anything unusual.

Because... this wasn’t the first time.

Viscount Roster really had met the Goddess of Agriculture. Right now, they had tons of clerics working in the Dawn Kingdom’s Southern territories. They had all kinds of partnerships with Dawn Southern Development Company and even held some non-voting shares.

"I don’t know what divine instruction there is? We haven’t received any revelation yet." The Archbishop took a deep breath to stay calm and quickly questioned Viscount Roster.

Viscount Roster didn’t waste words and quickly explained the situation with the new pig breeds and what they needed to do next.

"We haven’t received a divine revelation yet. Might need some time... How about this—once we get the revelation, hold the ritual, and receive the breeding pigs, we’ll send them to you right away."

"No, that’s not what I’m talking about. You know your god’s divine realm has crazy accelerated time flow, right? Can rapidly breed much larger populations. So my suggestion is—before our breeding facilities are built, let them stay in the divine realm for now..."

Before Roster finished speaking, the Archbishop clasped his hands together and sighed: "That’s truly enviable—experiencing the pleasures of the divine realm before death. To this day, I haven’t had such an opportunity..."

Roster was speechless.

But he could understand.

After all, he’d never been to his own god’s divine realm, but the animals he considered food had been there for a long time. That blow had to sting.

"Archbishop, let’s talk business first."

But watching the other guy space out for so long, Viscount Roster finally couldn’t help but speak up: "We need to build enough breeding facilities—or pig farms, specifically."

"The technical plans for building the pig farms have already been worked out by our magic-tech team. Where to build them, how big they should be—we’ve got it all ready. We’ve even had Southern Development Company purchase the land..."

"Just tell me how much money you need. I know you’re not exactly flush with cash right now." The Archbishop was sharp—he instantly understood what Roster meant.

He’d already looked into a lot of Roster’s affairs beforehand.

"Straightforward, I like it. We’re short about 15 million gold coins. Ten breeding facilities. Your Church of Agriculture’s share can be increased a bit."

"Good God! What kind of scale are these breeding facilities that they need 15 million gold coins?! Even Southern Development Company can’t come up with that much, can they?!"

The Agriculture Church Archbishop was instantly stunned—he couldn’t wrap his head around it. That price was just too ridiculous.

15 million gold coins—not 1,500 coins. If they wanted to, that amount of money would be enough to buy a medium-sized country, enough to get tens of thousands of people to work for them loyally for life.

And this was for breeding facilities?

"I know the price is pretty high, but don’t panic. I guarantee—three years max, we’ll break even. After that, it’s pure profit." Viscount Roster explained with a smile.

Magic-tech breeding facilities actually cost way more than most people would imagine, but once you explain it clearly, people usually feel it’s worth it.

Especially since these facilities would also have the critical task of selling piglets and spreading them across the continent. To produce more and better piglets, some investments were absolutely necessary.

After a long discussion and some hard bargaining by the Archbishop, they finally settled on: they’d take a 40% non-voting share, invest 13 million gold coins, and assign 3 high-level clerics, 15 mid-level clerics, and 100 low-level clerics to be permanently stationed at the various breeding facilities.

"That about does it. I’ll have the surrounding families make up the difference."

Setting down the Magic Net, Viscount Roster muttered to himself as he turned his gaze to the map. He needed to quickly confirm the locations of these 10 breeding facilities and get everything moving!

But for the moment, he couldn’t quite focus. His mind kept wandering to weird stuff: "What if there was some place where you could directly trade equity? Wouldn’t that make things way more convenient? Get more people involved."

His company with the most shareholders currently had over 300 of them—a seriously huge number. But every shareholder had invested capital into the company. It was precisely because of their generous contributions that the company was developing so smoothly and steadily.

Because there were so many shareholders, they perfectly balanced each other out. As the major shareholder, he was basically rock solid—he just did his thing.

But Southern Development Company’s situation was a bit worse, especially with churches getting involved, which made management even more difficult.

Right now, it looked like he still had the final say, but if he did something that didn’t align with these shareholders’ interests, or if he wanted to play the long game, it would become a constraint, a limitation.

To solve this problem, he needed to bring in way more people and gradually dilute the churches’ equity share. Viscount Roster was very clear on this.

But how could he get tons and tons of people involved?

He couldn’t just go invite them one by one, right?

That would be chaos.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t think of a solution right away.

Meanwhile.

Nation of Mutuns, Foster Iron Mine.

Lava General looked at the creature in front of him with complete surprise: "You guys pulled this thing out of the iron mine too?!"

"Yes, General. We found it during patrol. Things seem to be getting beyond our understanding."