You agree to fund the Architect's road-building in full.
The treasurer only flinches a little bit when you tell him to pay for road-building materials and the wages of hundreds of labourers. Soon crews of workers are heading out into the countryside with shovels, pickaxes, and detour signage. The Architect estimates it will take them six months to repair all the roads in your territory.
Of course, first there is the representative of the priests to talk to. He doesn't bother waiting for you to invite him in, rather he- very politely- forces himself into the throne room, pronounces three blessings upon you (still not seven, to your mild chagrin), and launches into a prepared spiel.
"Oh most pious Queen, slayer of demons, vanquisher of traitors, hear my plea, and the plea of all the faithful. Your coffers are full, whilst the temples are tattered and bare. The people wail and gnash their teeth as the faithless romp about the countryside, as they have no sanctuary in which to receive the blessings of the gods. Surely, in your infinite wisdom, you would be willing to make a sma- modera- large donation to the temples, so that they can serve you and your people for all eternity?"
The treasurer, standing behind the priest, makes frantic motions with his hands, indicating that the priesthood's idea of a large donation would be over half the remaining treasury. (He's very good at sign language)
A-Nothing is too much for the gods! Take what you want!
B-The gods disapprove of excess. A moderate donation is what they want.
C-Even the gods must cut back in these difficult times. A small donation will suffice.
D-Oh, I'm so sorry, but we simply cannot afford it. Try taking a vow of poverty.
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