Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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There's no way around it; the entire colony only has two or three hundred thousand white people, less than half the size of the capital region, but the whole colony is almost as big as the mainland.

After two months of hard work, Ronan finally rebuilt the Governor's Office and cleaned up the remaining influence of the previous governors and officials, bringing the situation to a temporary standstill.

His Ministry of the Interior was filled with child laborers, since whether or not one could do the work in the Ministry of the Interior was not important; what mattered was whether or not one dared to do it.

It was February 1586. Winter was almost over, and only one important matter remained: the affairs of the indigenous tribes.

After Louis was dealt with by Ronan, the two little brats, O and Chip, immediately turned their fortunes around and began to grow rapidly. By the time Henry was dealt with by Ronan, they had become the largest indigenous force in the western part of the colony.

Not long ago, they defeated the coalition forces of the resurgent Twin Bear Tribe and reclaimed the area that once belonged to the Twin Bear Tribe. They are preparing to rebuild the former city-state and then join the Governor's Office as a subordinate city-state.

Ronan was not surprised at all by this result.

Having a localized new religion, a modified version of a mature religion, as a tool for uniting people, coupled with a caste system incorporating promotion and demotion mechanisms, is a complete game-changer for tribal systems that are still largely reliant on slavery.

As for the abolition of slavery and the redistribution of land, these are secondary in the vast and sparsely populated New World. If there are no channels for upward mobility, what difference does it make whether one is called a slave or a citizen? What use is land redistribution if one has no chance of becoming an official?

The indigenous serfs, who had been oppressed for nearly a century, could not articulate such a truth in words, after all, they had not received education and were not good at thinking. However, they had such insights, which is an insight that the oppressed would inevitably have.

Of course, under Ronan's caste system, only the first group of followers truly had the opportunity to rise above their circumstances; for those who came after, the opportunity was merely a carrot dangling in front of their heads.

Even a drastically modified caste system is still a caste system.

More than ten days later, Ronan, on behalf of the governor's office, met with O, the ruler of the Nava city-state, and Chip, the military commander.

"Teacher, it's been a long time," Ao greeted warmly.

Chip hesitated for a moment before greeting, "Hello, Professor Ronan."

Ronan had already assessed the two men, and then gleaned more information from various sources. Now, upon meeting them, he was completely certain.

Ao has grown up, but he still treats people the same way he treats friends and brothers; he is someone who cherishes old friendships.

After experiencing ups and downs over the past six months, Chip is gradually moving closer to the position of a ruler.

Next, Ronan listened as Ao recounted their experiences over the past six months. When he spoke of how they had initially crushed those small tribes, Ao's tone was calm. When he mentioned being defeated by Henry and Louis, along with the Twin Bears, and that the Lupp brothers and Hatch had all died in battle, his cigarette smoke rings turned red. When he spoke of reuniting with Chip and regaining their strength, he was filled with emotion. But when he talked about their recent two-month comeback, winning ten battles out of ten, he became spirited and high-spirited, just like the elementary school student Ronan had seen in school, raising his hand to ask questions in class, seemingly the best.

Ronan nodded, then began to say what he really wanted to say on this trip: "Very good, you have not disappointed me. The Governor's Office will recognize your city-state, but there are two conditions. First, you are not allowed to expand further, and you must return the territories of Henry and Louis. Second, regarding the caste system, your generation will be exempt. From now on, members of the highest caste must receive our French education in order to return and serve as high-ranking officials, especially elders and judges."

While Ronan wasn't adamant about not allowing expansion, he absolutely refused to compromise on the requirement that the top legislative and judicial officials be educated in Western cultures. This was the basis for his allowing the colony to exist as a semi-independent nation.

If this point cannot be established, then he will only suffer the pain of losing his beloved student again.

“No problem,” Ao readily agreed.

“Well, that’s settled then. We can discuss and sign the treaty later.” Ronan said happily. Seeing that Chip seemed to want to speak, Ronan immediately interrupted, “By the way, I got an advanced version of a witchcraft training manual. People of high castes can learn it then.”

"Really?" Ao was overjoyed. Wizards were still no match for magicians. If wizards were stronger and more numerous, that would be even better.

“Of course it’s true, but you have to come to the Governor’s Mansion to learn it. And just learning witchcraft isn’t enough; you also need to learn more about culture,” Ronan emphasized.

If we indoctrinate all the cultured and powerful people with foreign knowledge, and add trade to that, how could we not control the indigenous people?

Ronan looked at Chip, then changed the subject, "By the way, Chip, is there something you want to say to me? I can talk to you alone."

In an instant, O looked at Chip, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Chip's eyelid twitched. The teacher was as insidious as ever. What talk of talking to him alone? This was clearly a provocation.

"Uh, teacher, you might have misunderstood. I didn't have anything to say," Chip quickly explained.

O sighed. "Sigh, Chip, you just like to keep things bottled up. How about this, you go and talk to the teacher alone." With that, O walked away alone.

Chip sighed. Damn it, the teacher's dirty trick worked.

With things having come to this point, Chip had no choice but to follow Ronan to another location.

“There’s nothing to be sad about. You and him were only meant to share hardship, not wealth,” Ronan said. “If there really wasn’t any animosity between you, would my low-level rhetoric have worked?”

Chip smiled helplessly, "He's obsessed with that patriarchal feeling. Not only does he take people in as brothers, but he also has sons who are older than him. He's given up on purging many of the small tribal chiefs who came to join him. If I hadn't secretly killed those people behind his back, we probably wouldn't be able to stabilize at all now."

"Would you be interested in coming to the Governor's mansion to work for me?" Ronan extended an invitation.

Chip shook his head. "No, there are many Rag people in the city-state. In the future, many more Rag people will be sold into slavery in this land. With me here, they will have a place to go."

Ronan's expression changed. "You're very bold."

“If the teacher really wants to kill me, it doesn’t matter whether I’m brave or cowardly,” Chip said. “Just like those two noble counts.”

"Haha." Ronan laughed, then sadness appeared on his face. "If only little fat Hatch hadn't died. Keep up the good work." With that, he left.

Chip didn't understand why Ronan mentioned the chubby Hatch. Only after Ronan had disappeared from sight did he understand Ronan's meaning: if Hatch were still alive, he would serve as a buffer between him and O; if he were dead, he and O were destined to break up.

In the distance, Ronan breathed a sigh of relief; the various historical issues left over from the colony had been initially resolved.

Chapter 281 Reorganization, Prototype, Surprise

Back at the governor's mansion, Ronan threw himself back into his work. He temporarily set aside political affairs; Dinia was no longer the novice she once was, and the colony didn't have any particularly complicated matters to attend to, so leaving it to her was perfectly fine.

Ronan's main focus was the Ministry of the Interior.

This time, Ronan reorganized the Ministry of the Interior, establishing five agencies under it.

The original local affairs bureau has been abolished, and the indigenous issues have been resolved, so there is no need for this thing to exist anymore.

First is the Bureau of Industrial, Agricultural, and Commercial Security. The colony has been built to its current state with great difficulty; it is the result of the hard work of several generations and the lives of countless indigenous people and slaves. How can we not protect it? Ronan will not allow any saboteurs to appear. What are saboteurs? Anyone who does not cooperate with the Governor's Office's policies is a sabote, and all that awaits them is the iron fist of imperialism.

The second is the Bureau of Oversight, which is obviously aimed at civil servants. So many traitors and villains have emerged, and this situation must not be allowed to happen again. Colonial officials must be subject to oversight.

Third is the General Post Office, but of course, it's just a shell. With the illiteracy rate in the colony, who's going to write letters? As for roads, Ronan doesn't plan to build them either. Damn, his and Dinia's terms are so short; if they built roads, wouldn't that become someone else's achievement? If there were existing roads, he wouldn't mind digging a few holes and then renovating them as a political achievement.

Although there was no postal system or road system, there were soldiers protecting the postal and road systems—regular troops recruited from Louis and Henry. Ronan planned to fill these positions with them as security patrolmen.

Fourth is the National Security Bureau. If even the Governor-General and the Secretary of the Interior can be assassinated, how unsafe must the citizens be? National security must be protected! What, someone says this is an intelligence agency, a secret service? Anyone who says that is mentally ill; they should go to the St. Isabel Rehabilitation Center.

It has to be said that Ronan is quite good to his sister-in-law, the second princess, naming the mental health center after her, and even adding "Saint" before it.

Fifth is the Governor's Office Command Bureau, which is actually an empty shell; Ronan has no intention of placing anyone in this institution.

Five organizations, two of which are shell companies. Is Ronan's civil servant syndrome acting up again, using these empty positions to make money? Of course not, he's about to become a royal consort, why would he need this skill?

The reason for establishing these five agencies within the Ministry of the Interior is to set an example.

Upon returning to his homeland, he would have the kingdom establish a Ministry of the Interior, which would also consist of these five bureaus. The General Administration of Posts and Transportation would connect with the postal system he had been gradually building after discussing it with Ambrina. Postal police would also be arranged to go deep into the local areas.

At that time, the Governor's Office Command Center will naturally become the Royal Palace Command Center, specializing in cleaning, which means pest control.

After finishing these tasks, it was late March, and the temperature was rising.

Ronan planned to rest for a few days. After dinner tonight, he would rest for a while, take a shower, and then Elena and Alice would get down to business until noon tomorrow. To be honest, he had been working overtime for more than ten days in a row. Now that he had some free time, he didn't even need to look at the edge of the stockings; he was already rock hard.

On his way home, Ronan ran into Alice, who walked towards him and said, "Ronan, I have a surprise for you later."

Ronan was surprised, then shook his head and pinched Alice's little lips. "Alice, you can't generalize about people. If you can't swallow it, just lick the head."

Alice's eyes widened immediately, and she stomped on Ronan's toes. "Disgusting."

"Oh, you're wearing gray stockings today. Not bad, it suits your current image as the head of the Inspectorate," Ronan complimented.

Alice now sports a sleek hairstyle with a side-swept fringe and a bun at the back. Her eyes, slightly upturned at the corners and long and narrow, exude a cool and aloof charm. Bright silver pearl earrings adorn her earlobes. She wears a white shirt and a light blue long skirt, with grey stockings on her exposed calves that add a touch of seriousness. On her feet are a pair of silver matte high heels that are a bright spot. Her overall look is serious and capable, yet with a hint of cold allure.

"I'm not talking to you anymore." With that, Alice turned and walked away without looking back, her high heels clicking on the floor.

Just then, Elena arrived. She was now the director of the Bureau of Workers, Peasants and Merchants' Security. Unlike Alice, she didn't pay much attention to her image and temperament. Her blonde hair was casually tied into a low ponytail, and she wore an eye-catching red long dress. Her military overcoat was unbuttoned and worn crookedly. She was also twirling her hat with one hand. Underneath the dress, she wore black pantyhose and black three-piece officer's shoes.

If she weren't a great beauty, with that kind of demeanor, she'd look exactly like a thuggish old soldier.

"What's wrong with Alice? Did she take the wrong medicine?" Ronan asked Elena. He hadn't been home for several days and didn't know what was going on.

Elena, looking rather listless, lazily retorted, "How should I know? I just dealt with a few smuggling plantation owners; I just got back."

"Make her confess the truth tonight," Ronan said with a meaningful smile.

Elena smiled back, put on her hat, and walked ahead.

Soon, Ronan returned home. His house in the governor's mansion was still very small, just a two-story villa covering 200 square meters. After entering the house, Ronan went straight to his bedroom on the second floor to change into a loose bathrobe, which he was used to wearing at home.

However, when Ronan opened the bedroom door, the person in front of him made him somewhat unable to believe it.

“Anri?” Ronan asked, puzzled. He couldn’t understand why Ambriina was here.

Ambrina's smile was like a flower suddenly blooming in the sunlight. "Ronan!" she called out, and she rushed over to hug Ronan.

Ronan wanted to ask her why she had come to the New World, but Ambrina had already wrapped her arms around Ronan's neck, stood on tiptoe, and tilted her head back to kiss Ronan's lips.

In a daze, Ronan gave up on further thought and simply hugged Ambrina. She was still the same as before, soft and chubby, but she didn't feel heavy at all when he hugged her.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Ronan was already lost in the moment. He flung his arms off the straps of his overalls, put one arm around Ambrina's back, and let the other hand wander up and down.

During the vigorous movements, Ronan's pants had already sagged. A moment later, Ronan hugged Ambrina and put her on the bed, pressing down on her. He reached for the edge of his drawstring boxer shorts, preparing to pull them down, but Ambrina suddenly got up and grabbed his hand.

Ronan snapped out of his daze, slapped his forehead, and pulled up his pants. "Sorry, Annie."

Ambrina smiled and shook her head. She sat on the bed, stretched out her leg, curled her toes, and hooked Ronan's overalls down, revealing loose underwear that looked like it had been pounded open.

Ambrina then got up, changed her position, and supported herself on the bed with both hands, her face almost touching Ronan's crotch. She slowly reached for his underwear and pulled it down. In an instant, Ronan's muscular physique, almost touching his abs, appeared before her eyes.

Ambrina instinctively shrank back, then stared at the thing with her lips slightly parted. She had seen Ronan's pants wet before and had experienced it firsthand. She knew Ronan's penis was large, but seeing it like this for the first time still exceeded her expectations.

Chapter 282 Six and Nine, Only Pantyhose, Nobody is Born Knowing...

Ambrina felt that if she held it in both hands, there would still be a head left, and that head was about the size of a small egg.

Ronan looked at Ambrina's curious yet nervous expression and was both amused and exasperated. He was about to pull up his underwear when Ambrina reached out and grabbed his hand again.

“I saw in Alice’s letter that she could use her hands, her feet, and her mouth,” Ambrina said earnestly, her eyes fixed on the spot.

Ronan gave an awkward smile. "Is this all Alice, the mole, wrote in her letter to you?" He had always known that Alice was writing to Ambrina to report on the situation here, basically one letter every ten days.

“I wrote a lot,” Ambrina said. “Also, Alice is my friend, and she’s your friend too. You can’t say that about her.”

“It was just a joke,” Ronan said. “Alright, I’ll go make dinner.” As he spoke, Ronan’s large, fleshy member began to slowly droop and soften.

Just then, Ambrina grabbed the meat hammer, and Ronan instantly stood up again.

"Anli, stop fooling around." Ronan reached out and gently patted Ambrina.

He felt that Ambrina probably hadn't yet recovered from the emotional state caused by the long boat ride.

“We’re not married yet, so it’s not appropriate to say that, but I don’t think I can let you stay like this forever, anyway…” Ambrina didn’t finish her sentence, “Alice mentioned that in her letter…”

She stayed on the ship for two months. The first month was fine; she found various ways to pass the time. But in the second month, Ronan was all she could think about. The idea of ​​trying things out with Ronan was just a thought that came to her after waking up from a dream one night. But this thought did not dissipate in the next ten days or so; instead, it accumulated and became an inescapable thought.

"What do you mean, 'that'?" Ronan was completely bewildered by Ambrina.

Ambrina sat back on the bed, biting her lip, and remained silent. She made a six with her hand, then a nine.

Last August, she received Alice's first letter, and then she started replying. In her third reply, she asked Alice about some private matters. At the end of the year, she received Alice's reply, in which Alice said that 69 was the most shameful position and that she had always remembered it.

She wants to try this most shameful thing right now.

"Alright, let's have dinner and take a shower first, then we'll talk."

After saying that, Ronan left.

Alice walked towards me in the hallway. "How was it? Aren't you surprised?"

Ronan reached out and pinched Alice's cheek, then became serious. "Why did she come to the New World?"

“I’m not sure either, but it must have been with the King’s permission,” Alice said.

Ronan fell into deep thought. Logically speaking, the king should have just received his report on dealing with Henry and Louis. After all, it was still the age of sailing ships, and it would take at least two months to travel between the mainland and the New World by ship. In other words, Ambrina had set off from the mainland to travel here by ship after the New Year.

But judging from Ambriina's appearance, it probably wasn't something that happened in China.

So, a reasonable guess is that the king brought up sending Ambrina away in preparation for doing something.

What is it? It's highly likely that His Majesty the King has made preparations and is fully confident that he will take action against his wife and second daughter.

Having made his judgment, Ronan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly to Alice, "Okay, go chat with Anri for a while, just wait for your meal."

For dinner, Ronan didn't make anything too complicated. He made a cheese fondue, sliced ​​potatoes and baguettes wrapped in cheese, and then each person had a steak, a bowl of clear chicken soup, and a serving of tomatoes with sugar.

During this meal, Ambrina, the little foodie, paid no attention to the taste or texture. Her mind was full of other things, and she felt nervous yet a little excited.

Ronan was also a little nervous.

After dinner, they rested for a while. Ambrina took a shower first, and Ronan took a shower after she finished.

In the bath, Ronan even did dozens of push-ups to help him calm down.

After a while, Ronan came to his bedroom wearing a bathrobe. At that moment, Ambrina was wearing a dress, sitting on the edge of the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, her toes curled up in her white stockings, wrinkling the sheets.

Ronan took a deep breath, loosened the sash of his bathrobe, came to the bed, hugged Ambrina from behind, kissed her, rubbed against her, and slowly, little by little, undid her dress.

Ambrina wasn't wearing anything underneath, just a pair of white pantyhose, through which her pubic hair was clearly visible.

Just like she said before she left a year ago, she really has a lot of hair, a big triangle that covers the entire triangular area, thick, lush, black and shiny.