"Honorable Utadori High Priest, the Yoeme Great Tribe has over seventy hundred followers, half of whom are located in the core camp Yoeme Village, while the other half is scattered across eight surrounding tribal villages. The most apparent wealth disparity lies in their dwellings! A warm shelter that can withstand winter is the most essential asset for every tribal family's home... According to the count by the Priest Apprentice, in Yoeme Village, five-tenths of the houses are pit huts, four-tenths are pointed-roof thatched huts, and less than one-tenth are newly built wooden houses..."

"Each hut and thatched house is the residence of ordinary tribespeople, usually housing a family of four or five. Wooden houses are the residences of the Mountain Eagle Chief, elders of the kin, and Tribal Warriors, with varying numbers of three to five people. In the outlying tribal villages, all are pit huts and thatched houses, with very few wooden houses..."

"Clearly, less than one-tenth of the Tribal High Chiefs in the core camp occupy the majority of the tribe's output. Especially in the past three or four years, they have acquired some wealth through coal trade with the Kingdom. In contrast, ordinary tribespeople have hardly changed, even becoming more exhausted and impoverished due to being forced into coal mining!..." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The sun rises over the mountains in the East and sets over the bay in the West. The Utadori Priest, along with dozens of priests and apprentices, and a thousand samurai, had been in the Yoeme Tribe for half a month. During this time, aside from conversion and promoting the faith of the Chief Divine, the most important task for the priests was to establish a new Chief Divine Order. And the so-called order, simply put, is the distribution of benefits and the consolidation of people's hearts.

To achieve this, the inspection and redistribution of land and property to the tribespeople are naturally of utmost importance. Under the ancient tribal system, the land was the property of the entire tribe, to be cultivated and mined by the whole tribe, with no concept of land ownership. The chieftains and elders, however, controlled the crucial distribution rights of coal, grains, and fish catches, along with the power of wooden house construction and habitation which genuinely symbolized wealth and status.

With recent years of coal trade with the Kingdom, and the influx of large amounts of copper tools, pottery, cotton cloth, and gemstones, the originally relatively egalitarian primitive tribal commune is rapidly disintegrating. The tribe now has better Bronze tools, creating channels for large-scale coal trade to procure wealth.

The ordinary tribespeople are massively arranged to engage in heavy mining and logging work. Meanwhile, the chieftains and elders begin constructing new, spacious wooden houses, wearing better cotton clothes, using pottery imported from the South, and even lighting "Divine Smoke" for communion with the Divine Spirit, embedding gemstones in their wooden houses for the veneration of ancestral bones...

"The Chief Divine bears witness! In just a few short years, the disparity between the upper and lower levels of the Yoeme Tribe is rapidly forming... No wonder our missionary work at the grassroots was so smooth! Hmm, all these changes stemmed from the trade goods brought by the Kingdom, especially luxury goods!..."

"It seems that trade is the first brick that knocks on the door, triggering dramatic changes within the tribe. It's like a once-solid eggshell ruptured from within by the sudden influx of wealth, letting the Chief Divine's light illuminate inside! Following this, missionary work is the second spring rain flowing into the hearts of the ordinary tribespeople. Thus, with the immersion of faith, what's hatched may not necessarily be a 'Great Mountain Eagle', but could also be the 'Great Hummingbird' of the Chief Divine!... And if we wait for a generation, allowing the new tribal order to stabilize and capabilities to increase, stabilized like the Highland Tribes, it won't be as easy to intervene..."

The Utadori Priest picked up a charcoal pen and drew symbols of trade and missionary work on the newly planed wooden board. Through years of practice with the Yoreim Great Tribe and Yoeme Great Tribe, combined with studies at Divine Power University, they gradually grasped several effective missionary strategies, even able to summarize some theories.

"The Chief Divine bears witness! The fortress within the mountains is broken from internal hearts. The key to changes in people's hearts lies in the word 'change'! The vast influx of trade goods is a 'change' that all Great Tribes cannot resist. With 'change', new tribal upper-lower contradictions emerge, providing the Kingdom a foothold—a reef to stand on... And once there's a foothold, when it's time to act, one must act decisively!"

"Following this line of thinking, similarly to the Yoeme Tribe producing coal mines, there is also the Salt Lake Great Tribe producing large amounts of salt mines, and the Ipa Great Tribe trading lake salt! Both of these Great Tribes belong to the Kumeyaay Tribes, with internal distribution contradictions likely arising, and priests already present for early missionary work... However, located on the edge of the Western Sea Coast, they fall under the jurisdiction of Archbishop Yaki, who can only write poems and surface level Divine Revelation Scriptures, constantly chanting about compassion, clearly unable to deliver thunderous missionary efforts!..."

"Hmm... I must think of a way to intervene. The Ipa Great Tribe is located on the coast, assigned to the West Coast Diocese. Yet the Salt Lake Great Tribe is inland, with its jurisdiction still undefined... That area of the great Salt Lake is a strategic location no diocese can afford to abandon! At the very least, it should be shared between the West Coast and West Bay Diocese!..."

The Utadori High Priest stood with hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in the chieftain's wooden house. After a long while, he squinted his eyes, lit a stick of Divine Smoke, and looked at the Bee Eagle Priest, who stood waiting without leaving.

"Bee Eagle, what thoughts do you have? Speak freely..."