God of Technology: Creating the Internet in Another World-Chapter 368: Should Look at It From a Different Angle

Actually, after the convoy set off, tons of people had similar ideas to the emperor of Gray Fort—wanting to show off their power as much as possible and spread the word through this livestream.

But very few would actually do what the emperor of Gray Fort was doing.

On one hand, most people had no idea where the convoy would go next or what route they’d take. On the other hand, they didn’t have Gray Fort Empire’s resources. Even if they could figure out the location right now, they wouldn’t know how to build the roads—they just couldn’t do it.

Dawn Kingdom’s western territory.

Church of Shepherding.

Wool Guild.

Wool Ryan watched the livestream with a complicated expression.

"Too bad we’re just a merchant guild. Seems like there’s really nothing we can do about this."

The Pastoral Pope was watching from the side too and helplessly shrugged. "We can’t exactly fix up the trade routes ourselves, right? The cost would be way too high. Even with all the money we’ve made from fleecing the stock market recently, it wouldn’t be nearly enough."

"Plus, we need that money to build new-style breeding farms."

All the major churches were building roads and bridges, opening new schools and hospitals—the Church of Shepherding naturally wanted to do the same.

Because these actions were super effective for collecting faith, or at least for boosting their favorability with local residents. The results were immediate.

But for the Church of Shepherding, it was kinda awkward. The nature of their church meant their influence was almost entirely in nomadic regions.

But nomadic areas had been scattered during the Church of the God of War’s first attack on Dawn Kingdom way back when.

Even now that order was relatively stable, these people still weren’t really into learning. Or rather, their way of life made them more inclined to follow their tribes and learn herding skills.

Providing medical care ran into similar problems.

As for building roads and bridges—their sphere of influence didn’t need them, and the Wool Guild’s trade routes were too expensive to maintain. It just wasn’t something they could do.

Under this kind of pressure, they’d chosen to follow Viscount Roster’s model and establish new-style breeding farms in the southern kingdom.

But that was just finding a possible solution to the current problem. It might work, or it might not.

Watching the Magic Net, seeing how the experts they’d invited had somehow generated this much attention—it was impossible not to have some thoughts about it. But what could they actually do?

This time, even Wool Ryan couldn’t figure out the key point.

Compared to others, their advantage was knowing for sure where the convoy would arrive. Their disadvantage? They had no idea where to start.

They had no clue how to handle this massive amount of attention.

One wrong move and it might even backfire on them.

"How about we learn from the Golden Merchant Guild and team up with the nobles around here to start building our trade routes? That way when Roster territory’s convoy comes through, they’ll see it right away?"

The Pastoral Pope looked at his son, who seemed to have gotten way smarter lately, and spoke somewhat uncertainly.

This was the best solution he could think of.

"No, there’s no point."

Wool Ryan shook his head. "For the people on the Magic Net who are just here for the fun of it, seeing trade routes like that won’t change their minds at all. They won’t pay any attention to us. At most they’ll say something like ’the nobles in the western territory are pretty capable.’"

"Then what do we do?" The Pastoral Pope was at a loss.

He believed in his son’s abilities, especially when it came to understanding people on the Magic Net.

Just look at how he’d been the first to figure out the skill of livestream sales—that alone showed how well he understood the psychology of Magic Net users.

After a long silence, Wool Ryan seemed to think of something. "We’ve been thinking about this from the roads and vehicles angle—our whole approach has been wrong from the start!"

"What are we? We’re the Church of Shepherding, the Wool Guild. We’re not landed nobles. How could we build trade routes? And what does it matter to us if the trade routes are bad?!"

"What do you mean?" The Pastoral Pope was confused.

Given the current situation, if they didn’t prepare excellent roads to welcome the convoy, what else could they do?

Felt like nothing else would really fit!

"Our main business isn’t that, so naturally we don’t need to worry about it." Wool Ryan’s thoughts became clearer and clearer. "Actually it’s simple. We just need to showcase what’s unique to the Wool Guild."

"Make everyone realize that the Wool Guild doesn’t just have wool—we’ve got lots of other specialties. Best case scenario, make everyone realize that many of our specialties are excellent, but we can’t spread them around."

"And there’s only one reason we can’t spread them around: inconvenient transportation!"

The Pastoral Pope paused, then quickly understood what Wool Ryan meant. "You’re saying we should showcase our specialty products, make more people curious about what they’re like, but most of them can’t actually get them because they’re hard to transport?"

"Exactly. Why are so many people paying attention to this convoy? Because Viscount Roster promoted that this invention could expand everyone’s range of movement and make goods flow more smoothly. But people always have some resistance to the unknown."

Wool Ryan smiled. "That’s why Viscount Roster sent out this convoy and is livestreaming it—to tell everyone that magic-powered vehicles really can do this."

"As for everyone else? Their reasons for following this are all over the place. Maybe they want to see Viscount Roster fail, or maybe they’re just here for entertainment. But that doesn’t matter."

"As long as we can highlight the significance of this project, that’s beneficial to the whole thing. And if it’s beneficial, they’ll naturally stick around longer and stream more."

The Pastoral Pope’s expression grew more and more excited. "Landed nobles need to use this opportunity to flex their muscles, but we’re different. What we need to do is actually promote what good stuff we have and what we’re going to do in the future."

"Exactly. As transportation becomes more and more developed, can lamb, dairy products, and other stuff be shipped to every corner of the continent just like wool? If that’s the case, why not promote these things from the very beginning? Haven’t lots of people been paying attention to those food-focused channels lately?"

Wool Ryan’s thinking became clearer and clearer. "We can also take the opportunity to promote our new-style breeding farm plan."

Wool Ryan probably never imagined that his thinking would coincidentally align perfectly with Viscount Roster’s down in the southern territory.

Viscount Roster’s approach wasn’t identical, but it was pretty darn close.

Looking at the vast fields of crops that had already started forming heads of grain, he calculated the timing. "With such a big operation and a long cycle, naturally we can’t just promote magic-powered vehicles. It’s time for Golden Spike Grain to appear in people’s field of vision too."

Golden Spike Grain—a grain cultivated by the Goddess of Agriculture with a yield of 1,600 pounds per acre, four times the yield of current crops. And if druid fertilizer was used, the results would be even better.

Ever since he got it, Viscount Roster had been planting it on a large scale in the southern territory. Now, it was finally almost time for the harvest.