Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“Mr. Ronan is indeed clever. That’s right. At first, they didn’t intend to gather the three groups together. They just wanted to lure me in. It was because I accidentally learned that someone wanted to harm the two Bilians and heard that you would come to the Twin Bears tribe that they created this coincidence.”

"It really is you." Ronan smiled helplessly.

Faith looked completely innocent. "How can a weak woman like me survive without anyone to protect me? Besides, I intended to use this method to force them to back down. Who knew that even though they knew I had orchestrated this coincidence, they were still confident they could succeed? Clearly, they underestimated Mr. Ronan's wisdom and Ms. Dinia's strength."

At this point, Ronan decided not to ask any more questions, as Faith would not answer them anyway.

Ronan let out a sigh of relief. "We'll set off tomorrow. Sebastian and Olivia will come back to the governor's mansion with us, and then we'll have someone escort them back to the colony in Villa. If Miss Faith wants to come, then the task of escorting them back will be yours."

“Of course.” After agreeing, Faith stood up and glanced at Dinia. “I won’t bother you any longer.” With that, she left Ronan and his group’s residence.

After Faith left, Elena unconsciously rubbed her long, slightly wavy blonde hair. "Are we really going to let her come with us?"

Ronan explained, "The Church of Saintess is watching us. Rather than letting them hide in the shadows, we should keep her close by, just like the Purple Robe Organization."

"Huh?" Elena was taken aback. How did this bring up the purple-clad man again?

“If Faith can determine the general movements of the purple-clad men, there must be a mole within their organization. Of course, there are probably also people from their side in their Holy Maiden Cult,” Ronan said. Mutual infiltration is an old trick, nothing surprising.

“Yes,” Dinia responded in agreement.

"That's enough, let's rest." Ronan got up, stretched, and left with Elena. This was originally the large room where Dinia lived.

Back in his room, Ronan first squeezed into a large wooden tub with Elena and took a hot bath. The tub was an imported item among the indigenous people, since coopers were highly skilled professionals that were practically nonexistent among them.

After taking a shower, Elena changed her clothes, putting on white open-crotch stockings and sticking a fake ponytail into her hair.

Elena, now wearing white stockings, looked even more fleshy, especially with her protruding buttocks and prone position. Ronan's entire gaze was fixed on her broad, fleshy buttocks and plump, firm thighs. Ronan pounced on her, grabbing at them with his hands and rubbing his face against them, as if he wanted to bury his head in them. Unconsciously, Ronan's long-dormant member became erect, hard almost parallel to his lower abdomen. He bent down and used his head to tease her vulva for a while, causing her to become wet, before plunging himself completely inside her.

The long-lost feeling of fullness and penetration almost made Elena cry out. Ronan grabbed another pair of white stockings, gagged Elena, and began to thrust in with small, rapid movements, like riding a horse.

Elena lay completely down, and Ronan lay on top of her, kissing her as he thrust into her. Elena felt so good that she lifted her legs up.

After a while, Elena gently nudged Ronan, signaling them to change positions. The two went to the window, where Elena leaned against it. Ronan held her waist with one hand, pulling out only his head inside each time before thrusting in all the way back in. With his other hand, he would play with her ponytail as she was fully inside. Every time he did, Elena would contract sharply and clench tightly inside him.

At this point, Elena's white stockings on the inside of her legs were completely soaked with water, becoming semi-transparent, and extending all the way down to her calves.

In the large room next door, Dinia listened to the rhythmic slapping and continuous moans and groans, squeezed her legs together, curled up into a ball, closed her eyes, and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Chapter 245 No Move, Awkward Situation, Lesson Two

A week later, Sebastian and Olivia's group had boarded a warship departing from Cardina and headed to the port of the Villarian colony. With Faith accompanying them, their safety was basically guaranteed.

At the same time, they also took most of the magic stones from inside the pyramid, but it was a deal; Ronan asked them for a batch of weapons and some money.

This is nothing to Sebastian and Olivia, as they are a couple formed through an arranged marriage.

Sebastian comes from a family of military officers. Although no great figures like marshals have ever come from his family, there are quite a few high-ranking and mid-level officers. Therefore, he has quite a few connections in Villa’s army. As for Olivia, her father is a banker, so she is not short of money.

At the Governor's Mansion, Dinia resumed work, still just collecting her salary without doing any work. Every morning, she would go to the Governor's Mansion, make a show of it, and then leave before lunchtime.

Some officials initially thought that Dinia's previous inaction might be a trap, but now they've completely let loose and are just going to embezzle.

Louis and Henry were even more baffled. They had thought that Dinya had been faking her illness to plan something, and that she should start taking action now that she was better. But she hadn't and was continuing to slack off, which annoyed them.

They came to Cardina City, ostensibly to protect their own safety, but they also mobilized a portion of the army and stationed them in various locations outside the city. Wasn't it all to monitor Dinia so they could counter any actions she might take? But she doesn't even care about her daily affairs, so what's the point of monitoring her?

During this time, their think tanks had prepared more than a dozen contingency plans, which assumed various ways Dinia would deal with them and carefully planned how to counter her and put her in a situation of dereliction of duty or even breaking the law.

It can be said that no matter what actions Dinha takes, they, having the home advantage, are already prepared with corresponding countermeasures and are just waiting for her to make her move.

But the problem is that she doesn't take any action at all.

Ronan's side is indeed taking action. The two brothers have already found out that a group of local officers are training indigenous laborers, preparing to turn them into soldiers.

But with only about two hundred people in total, what can they accomplish? Not to mention that their territories are mainly populated by immigrants, with a standing army of five thousand, which can be expanded to over ten thousand if necessary, even larger indigenous tribes cannot be taken down by two hundred people.

For example, the Shuangxiong tribe, with a population of nearly 50,000, could field an army of 1,000, of whom 500 were musketeers and 100 were musketeer cavalry.

Even these two hundred men might not be able to defeat these one hundred musketeer cavalry.

Neither Louis and Henry, nor their respective advisors, took this small army seriously.

Even if two hundred or so people were trained, they could only threaten the surrounding small tribes at most, and would not have any impact on their territory.

On the other side, Raven and the officers he brought were still training soldiers. During the day, they conducted regular military training, and at night, they taught literacy. Fortunately, these people were laborers who had worked in the colonists' factories for several years, so they knew some French and a few words.

The reason for this was that Raven did not intend to train them as soldiers, but rather as junior officers.

Raven didn't expect these people to be highly skilled; it would be enough if they were better than the leaders of the indigenous tribes.

Raven was fully confident in this regard, because he was an extremely skilled person in small-scale tactics. In the first half of his life, before he became a commander, when he led hundreds or thousands of people, it was not enough to describe him as undefeated; it should be said that he either won small victories or big victories.

His reputation was so bad that he was out of work for more than ten years because his first attempt to lead a large army in a flanking maneuver was a disaster.

At first, he thought it was because his soldiers were incompetent; they couldn't keep up with his operations and couldn't implement his tactics and strategies. Later, he reflected on his actions and realized that he himself was indeed inadequate. At this point, he realized that the most basic quality of a true commander is leading troops, that is, building an army, rather than arbitrarily thinking that as long as you fight this way, you will win.

Lavin is satisfied with the current situation. He's not trying to get back what he's lost—he's sixty years old, what use is fame and fortune? He wants to prove that his understanding is correct.

“But there’s one thing missing, and that’s up to you, Ronan,” Raven said. He was confident he could teach these natives how to fight, but more important than how to fight was the reason for fighting, and that was what he believed was needed to build a new army.

Back then, if those vanguard soldiers who were used as bait had known why they were fighting, they would have been just like those student soldiers and would never have surrendered so easily.

Meanwhile, Ronan, unaware that the old man Raven was on his mind, was in the middle of his second lesson.

The students were still the same five: the tall O who had many ideas but was very reserved in front of him; the shrewd and cunning little fat boy Hatch; O's sidekicks, the Lup brothers; and the Ragman Chip who had read many books.

"Before I begin my lecture, I'd like to ask you a question: On this trip, you've encountered numerous tribes of varying sizes in the surrounding area. How many social classes do you think the indigenous people are?"

Ronan asked.

“Three,” the chubby Hatch was the first to speak. “The highest level is the ruler headed by the chieftain, with wizards and military commanders as his assistants. Below that are some high-ranking warriors and their subordinates, and below that are the commoners.”

“No,” O corrected. “There’s an even lower level, that’s slaves. There should be four classes.”

Ronan didn't give a positive answer, but instead looked at Chip the Ragman, "Chip, do you think so too?"

"Huh?" Chip was called out and only then did he come to his senses.

O'Neill stood up abruptly and shouted, "You scoundrel, how dare you disrespect Lord Ronan!" He already respected Ronan as his teacher, so much so that he dared not call him "teacher" but "Lord." After learning from his father that Ronan was the master's master's master, his respect for Ronan reached an unprecedented level. He already had some aversion to Chip, this Raga, and when he saw him daydreaming in class, he became furious.

Chip panicked; he was terrified of being kicked out by Ronan, or even punished.

Two days ago, the old man suddenly said he was going back to China and gave him a large sum of money. His mother and sister were very happy, but he was confused and had been preoccupied for the past two days, which caused him to lose focus in class.

“It’s alright, don’t be nervous.” Ronan didn’t mind such a small thing. “However, I still hope you can answer my question.”

Chip thought for a moment and replied, "I think it should be five. We're a higher level than the chief, aren't we?"

“A good answer,” Ronan said.

O was jealous that Chip received Ronan's praise, but he also admitted that the answer was good.

Ronan clapped his hands. "Then, the second lesson shall begin."

"The question is, if indigenous people could have their own country, what kind of system would be suitable for them?" Ronan posed the question.

Chapter 246 Deception, Fooled, Who's the Slave?

Does Ronan understand the country and its systems? He's a reactionary bureaucrat who doesn't understand anything about the country and its systems; all he knows is getting promoted, making money, and chasing women.

Besides, all five students were below the level of primary school graduate. Talking to them about the country and its systems would be like Ronan taking a big step forward, talking nonsense.

All Ronan planned to do was first impress the five elementary school students with a grand and sophisticated approach, and then instill in them a system he had designed for the indigenous people, inspired by the caste system.

It's not that he had bad intentions, but rather that he genuinely lacked a heart.

However, the effect was even more intense than Ronan had anticipated, leaving the five students completely dumbfounded.

Ronan was also taken aback for a moment before realizing that he had set his tone too high.

The five students were dumbfounded, not because they had poor comprehension skills, but because the words "country" and "system" were beyond their cognitive scope; they had no concept of them at all.

So Ronan changed his tune, saying, "The gist of it is, if the indigenous people have a very, very large tribe that has merged with other tribes, then how should the people in the tribe be arranged?"

This time, the five teenagers, who were considered highly educated among the natives, barely understood what Ronan meant.

“Actually, you have already given the answer, or rather, you gave the answer back in the very first lesson.” Ronan paused deliberately before concluding, “That is that you will be the highest leaders of the tribe.”

The five people reacted differently. The tall one, Ao, was excited but also had some self-doubt. He was excited because he always felt that he was very good and should be better than his father. He doubted whether he could be competent to be the leader of a tribe, after all, he was just the leader of a small indigenous group in the school.

Little Fatty Hachi was simply smitten. Being an official in a tribe meant plenty of good food and women, right? He had a secret: out of the five men, he was the only one who wasn't a virgin. After all, he could get his hands on food, and in the indigenous community, where there was food, there were women. However, he felt that he wanted to find a beautiful, voluptuous woman, not the skinny kind.

The Lupp brothers were very nervous; they had always wanted to do something big with Obama.

Chip appeared the calmest, but was actually the most excited, because he had never had a goal. Lison taught him a lot of things but never told him what the future held. He was clearly more knowledgeable and stronger than his peers among the natives and the Laghmen, yet he felt like an insignificant person.

Ronan continued, "Of course, I don't mean that I will directly make you chiefs and leaders of a tribe. You will need to use your own wisdom and strength to seize such a position."

All five of them were simultaneously stunned.

"What? You've seen what big and small tribes look like, and you don't even have this much confidence?" Ronan questioned.

The five remained silent. They were confident that they could manage and develop the tribe better than the tribal chiefs, but how could they possibly take over the position?

"Don't you think that most people in those tribes are looking forward to a change of ruler?" Ronan asked again.

The five nodded, but immediately shook their heads.

They admitted that most people in the tribe wanted to rebel because they, the lower class, were living a very hard life, while the upper class was living much better than them, who served the colonists. People are inherently jealous, and jealousy inevitably breeds resentment and anger, so most of them were bound to want to rebel.

The problem is that these people at the bottom of society, who are either lower-class commoners or slaves, are not only weak and powerless, but also very stupid. Yet, within this stupidity lies a kind of cunning like that of a wild beast, making them completely unreliable.

"They want to rebel, but they will never truly stand on our side until they see real benefits and a glimmer of hope for victory," O said.

Chip nodded; for the first time, he completely agreed with O's point of view.

“These fools are beyond saving. We might as well count on the lower and middle-ranking warriors. They all want to climb higher. If there are enough benefits, they might be on our side. They can directly mobilize the lower-class civilians and slaves,” the Lupp brothers said.

As educated people, they looked down on even the chiefs, let alone the lower-class commoners and slaves.

Their ancestors were originally low-ranking warriors in the nation established by the indigenous people, so they naturally believed that the power of low-ranking warriors was worth relying on.

Little Fatty Hatch didn't say anything. He was good at flattering the colonist and scheming with the other natives, but he really didn't understand anything about rebellion or seizing power.

“You’re right,” Ronan affirmed. “But this ‘right’ only applies to your goal of taking over a small tribe. If you want to take over a large tribe, you’re challenging the old order and will face encirclement and suppression from dozens of tribes, large and small, within the territories of those two earls.”

"Huh?" Ao was surprised. He didn't understand why. Shouldn't people like them, who were educated and closer to civilization, be more welcomed by the colonists? Why didn't the colonists approve of them?

“Indeed,” Chip said, then looked at the puzzled O. “Because those chiefs are easier to exploit, and we are smarter than them. If the lords wanted us to replace those chiefs, they could have done it long ago, couldn’t they? But the lords didn’t do it. In the end, animals are easier to enslave than people. The lords use us because in their factories, estates, and mines, animals alone are not enough; they need people to manage them properly. But those chiefs’ tribes are places where they exchange some junk for large amounts of agricultural products; they don’t need people, they only need animals.”

O jumped up and glared at Chip. "How dare you say that the master is enslaving us? You damned slave, you're asking for death!" As he spoke, O raised his fist. If Ronan hadn't been there, he would have already thrown the punch.

Chip sneered, "Ha, you're more like a slave than me." He was proficient in both totem enhancement and magic, and with his level of skill, he wouldn't mind standing there and letting him beat him.

Bang, bang! Ronan kicked O and Chip away with two kicks, one after the other.

Both of them fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Classmates should be united and friendly," Ronan said. "I originally thought this kind of nonsense didn't need to be said, but now it seems necessary to tell you."

It took a long time for O and Chip to get up and stagger back to their positions.

Ronan offered no words of comfort, but continued his lecture, “In short, once you conquer a tribe, you will soon face encirclement and annihilation. Therefore, you must have a system, a system that can mobilize the lower levels of the opposing tribe, otherwise you will only face defeat and destruction.”

The Lupp brothers immediately had second thoughts and both looked at their eldest brother, O.

Ao remained silent.

"You don't dare anymore?" Ronan asked.

“They wouldn’t dare, but I would,” Chip said, then knelt before Ronan. “Please teach me, teacher.”

“Who wouldn’t dare?” Ao was also provoked and shouted.

Chapter 247 Even at the bottom there are conflicts; limited-time promotion, no questions allowed.

Ronan paused deliberately, "Actually, the way to win them over is very simple. For commoners, give them land; for slaves, abolish their slave status and grant them commoner status."

Slaves certainly suffered, so the allure of becoming commoners was more than enough for them.

However, the lower-class commoners of these tribes were not so miserable. Land distribution was not so tempting for them because they already had land. The New World was vast and sparsely populated, and there was not such serious land conflict. Of course, after paying taxes in kind, the land they owned was only enough to support themselves and their families.

Does a chief's good life fall from the sky? Of course not, a chief's good life comes from the earth.

"However, making some slaves commoners will actually make some commoners very unhappy."

Ronan said.

The five boys nodded repeatedly. They didn't understand the reasoning either, but they believed it from the bottom of their hearts.

Don't assume that the oppressed lower classes are united. If a revolution were to occur and the lowest and next-lower classes were to be on equal footing, the next-lower classes would not accept it. Just like if a revolution were to occur in the Western Continent and farmers and workers were to be given the same status, the workers would not accept it. Workers do not want to be exploited by factory owners, but they are very willing to exploit farmers in a roundabout way, enjoying the benefits of cheap agricultural products as "city dwellers".

There has never been true unity between workers and peasants, and the upper class does not allow them to unite.

The same applies to the lower-class commoners and slaves among these indigenous peoples.

"Therefore, we should give greater benefits to the common people at the bottom of society. For example, if they make meritorious contributions, they can be allocated more land, replace the original lower-ranking warriors, or even become officials in the new city-state."