By the time the Remit People don't even need to start any hot war, the dry tinder among the Hightins People will ignite with the slightest spark. Whoever the grain merchants direct the flames towards, that's where they will burn!
With these ambitious individuals pushing from behind the scenes, the royal authority of the North Sea Empire is destined to lose ground step by step.
Combined with the external pressure from those Ancient God's Chosen Races across the sea, the Empire's rulers, unable to conjure food, will ultimately have no choice but to sue for peace, even paying an unimaginable heavy price to gain "forgiveness".
The fuse is the burgeoning wool textile industry of the North Sea Empire.
The low-cost dumping of goods has massively squeezed out the market for the Netherland wool industry, and large-scale machine production has demolished the handcraft workshops.
The Remit merchants could no longer sit idle.
Black finally suggested sincerely:
