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Alice, who hadn't been penetrated for quite some time, couldn't take it anymore. She immediately clamped her legs tightly around Ronan's waist, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and scratched red marks all over Ronan's back with her hands. It took her a while to get used to it. "Can't you be a little gentler?"

"If I'm too gentle, how can I appreciate Alice's adorable expressions when she's being reproachful?"

Chapter 522 Stop, Don't Stop? Dad

After chatting and doing it for a while, Ronan became dissatisfied with the pace and started using more intense movements.

With each thrust of Ronan, Alice, who was leaning against the pillow, would shake violently, like a small boat being tossed about by waves at sea. Her white-stockinged legs, which were tightly wrapped around Ronan's waist, would loosen slightly, and then she would quickly wrap them around him again.

After a while, Ronan pulled it out, allowing Alice to catch her breath.

Ronan stood up. "Open your mouth."

"Let me rest for a while," Alice muttered with a hint of complaint.

Ronan gently stroked Alice's cheek with one hand. "You don't need to move, I can do it myself."

Alice's eyes narrowed, and she threatened, "If you poke me too hard, I'll bite you." With that, Alice pulled up her pantyhose, sat on the pillow, hugged her knees, and opened her mouth.

She was squatting with her knees drawn up to her chest, with a slightly disdainful look in her eyes. Her slender legs were encased in pink and white stockings, and her toes were slightly tucked in inside the stockings.

So many years have passed, and so many times have happened, but every time, Alice still gives Ronan the special feeling of finally getting the artsy girl next door who always looked down on him for being rude into bed after a lot of persistent pursuit.

Ronan used one hand to pull Alice's hair back into a ponytail, and with the other hand on his hip, he used her mouth as a place to slowly dry.

As they continued, Ronan couldn't resist adding more force and thrusting deeper. Alice immediately became breathless and slapped Ronan's thigh to make him stop. Ronan thrust several more times before stopping and pulling out.

Alice braced herself on the bed with both hands, lowered her head, and took deep breaths. Once she recovered, she suddenly kicked him.

As a result, Ronan grabbed her white-stockinged little foot, pulled and lifted one of her legs, then lifted the other leg as well. With one hand like a vise, he clamped Alice's ankles, making her feet face the sky and her legs straight and tightly together.

Looking down from Ronan's perspective, her feet, calves, thighs, and buttocks were completely integrated with her legs and buttocks, which were covered by white stockings. In this position, the fleshy opening between her thighs and hidden in the white stockings was a small bulge, cute and alluring.

Instead of roughly tearing open the pantyhose, Ronan pulled it up, straightened his back, and squeezed the head of his penis inside. His right hand continued to hold Alice's ankles, while his left hand took a plug and inserted it directly into Alice's anus.

Instantly, Alice's already tight vagina contracted sharply, and Ronan thrust forward forcefully, causing a strange sensation of pain and pleasure to rush from her lower body to her head, making Alice cry out.

After doing this for a while, Ronan finally got tired of these unnecessary positions, let go of her, grabbed Alice's waist with both hands, and began to thrust wildly.

A moment later, Alice started hitting Ronan's arm, "Ugh, stop, ugh, it hurts, stop."

Her voice trembled from the dryness.

"Stop, or don't stop?" Ronan asked, pretending not to hear clearly, and even increased the force and speed.

At this moment, Alice opened her mouth but couldn't utter a complete word, only able to say "uh" and "ah," before slamming her hand on the bed in surrender.

Ronan calmed down. "Should we stop, or not?"

"Stop, I said stop!" Alice gasped for breath and hurriedly said, but before she could finish speaking, Ronan suddenly poked her, causing her to shudder and let out a "Ugh!"

After giving it a sharp poke, Ronan pulled out, turned Alice over so she was lying face down with her back to him, and then pressed his whole body against her and began to wriggle and thrust.

Alice bit the pillow and gripped the sheets with both hands, only muffled whimpers remaining.

After a while, Ronan started to feel something, but Alice's vagina was tight and short. For Ronan, who liked to unleash a furious burst of power in the final stage, with each thrust deeper and more intense than the last, he could never fully release himself. If he wanted to release himself fully, Alice would be in so much pain that she wouldn't be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning.

Finally, Ronan pulled out, then turned Alice over so she was facing him, and pressed her thighs down with both hands, making her white-stockinged thighs clamp his penis between them.

After a rapid series of movements, it finally erupted.

Just as they finished, the door creaked open and Gelan burst in, saying, "Dad, I knew she was useless."

Grandine tore open her mage's robe, revealing a tight-fitting purple bodysuit with gold trim underneath. The lower part of the bodysuit, like a swimsuit, only covered that area. On her legs were matte, slightly sheer black pantyhose with an even color gradient, looking incredibly smooth. The thighs were even more transparent, making Grandine appear slightly more voluptuous than her sister Alice. The all-black ankle stockings made her legs look even slimmer, and paired with purple high heels, they made her legs look exceptionally long.

Grandine had already arrived outside, and Ronan knew she had been outside the door before. At this moment, her entire body was covered, yet she appeared far more naked than if she were completely naked. Underneath her bodysuit, there were still some damp stains on the black stockings around her crotch, easily reminding one of her actions outside the door.

This is simply a small, sensual bombshell.

Ronan's already limp member twitched involuntarily, as if it wanted to get hard again immediately and punish the woman in front of him.

"Get out!" Alice said weakly, shooing them away.

“I’m not going out,” said Golan, then skipped over to Ronan, turned her back and plopped down in his lap, twisting her waist and rubbing her stocking-covered buttocks against him.

"Don't you still have 'education' work to do?" Ronan asked.

Golan replied, "Those few who wield their pens and spout nonsense in the newspapers, I only did what you told me, Dad. I just scared them a little and locked them in a dark room for a while, so I don't need to worry about them."

"Hmm." Ronan responded with satisfaction, ruffling Golan's hair.

To be honest, some of those who started the criticism were clearly instigated by someone behind the scenes, or they themselves were opponents of the various policies implemented by Ronan in recent years, or even people who had been severely beaten by the iron fist of feudalism. It wouldn't be unjust for them to be attacked.

But some people are right to criticize, but all they know is how to criticize. If you ask them for advice, all they can say is laughable nonsense.

There are also people who are truly capable and patriotic, thinkers who criticize the current government from the ground up with reason and evidence, but as the old saying goes, their ideas are unrealistic.

In theory, those who hurl insults should be identified and dealt with accordingly. However, in practice, this is impossible. Whenever Ronan tries to control public opinion, his subordinates tend to implement a blanket approach and exaggerate the situation. Therefore, Ronan can only have Golan arrest people and detain them in a small dark room for a while, regardless of who they are.

Upon receiving the approval, Golan stood up, turned around, squatted down, opened her mouth, swallowed the semi-erect thing, and began to suck and lick it with relish.

While speaking, Gelan also gave her sister a provocative look.

Not everyone likes to eat this stuff. Alice doesn't like it, and Dinia doesn't really like it either. Ambrina is like that because she loves Ronan, but Grandine really loves to eat it and enjoys it. She likes all the different flavors her father has.

Chapter 523 Personal Instruction: The Superiority of the Feudal System – Seris Almost there

It was another weekend, and Ronan was personally teaching the children. This lesson was originally intended for little Lucien, but Ina insisted on coming to listen, and she also brought Astrid and Zhao Yingqi along.

This lesson discusses the superiority of the feudal chivalric system and the new chivalric system of a special period.

Is it too much to give political lessons to children under ten years old? Not at all. Didn't the princes of Seris listen to sermons from a young age?

As the future heir of the country, young Lü Xi'an should naturally understand certain things.

What are the advantages of the chivalric system? Its advantage lies in saving money.

"That's not right, Dad. The land and grassroots governance you're giving away clearly exceed the material costs of an elite soldier," Ina objected first. This is hardly saving money.

Ronan did not answer her, but looked at his son, Lucien Jr.

"Does Father mean that the chivalric system has lower administrative costs?" young Lucien asked tentatively.

Ronan waved his hand. "That's not what I meant."

Ronan continued his story.

The knights provide their own training and equipment, paying whatever it costs.

The recruitment system, with its centralized training and equipment management, should have been cheaper, but the presence of intermediaries actually made it more expensive.

In a sense, the knighthood system was a direct form of employment, while the recruitment system was more like a subcontracting system, where middlemen made a profit.

"A middleman?" Lucien asked.

“It’s those damned corrupt officials,” Ina said immediately. Having worked in the Ministry of the Interior for a long time, she knew all too well about corrupt officials.

Zhao Yingqi, standing to the side, was a little confused.

She knew what a knight was; her father was a defense commissioner stationed overseas. The guests she usually saw in the mansion were either maritime merchants or military officers, so she was quite knowledgeable about money and soldiers.

Knights are small landowners, self-employed soldiers, or, at a slightly higher level, government soldiers. In short, they bring their own rations and weapons.

She also knew that the conscription system cost money.

What confused her was that Seris usually established a military force in the early years of the dynasty when it was wealthy, and then recruited soldiers when it ran out of money. But according to Ronan, the military force was cheaper, while the recruited soldiers were more expensive. Wouldn't that mean that when there was money, they would save money, but when there was no money, they would spend more money, and the less money they had, the more money they would spend. Wasn't that a waste of money?

In fact, Zhao Yingqi was right. In the later stages of a country's development, the less money it has, the more money it spends. Not to mention this world, just in Ronan's original timeline, the Liaodong military expenditure at the end of the Ming Dynasty was several million. In Europe, that would be enough to form several Spanish phalanxes. Wouldn't that have easily defeated the Later Jin? Even if we don't mention Europe, if we put that amount of money in the early Ming Dynasty and converted it to one million based on prices, it would still be enough to form an army that could easily defeat the Later Jin.

Knights are the ones who recruit soldiers, while recruits are the ones who are knights.

The world is so wonderful.

"Currently, our country is still an agricultural country with agriculture as the main industry and industry as a supplement. The topic of agriculture and industry is too deep to go into here. In short, the current situation is that the partial feudal system established by His Majesty Lawrence can no longer be maintained."

Ronan said.

Lawrence relied on mage musketeers to conquer the world, but their musketeers came from the "mortgage slave mages" who came to the capital from all over the previous hundred years, hoping to make a name for themselves but failing. He used one wave, and there was no second wave.

Therefore, Lawrence restarted the system of granting fiefdoms, distributing a large amount of land in the northern and central parts of the Kingdom of Phos to these people, so that their descendants could still rely on the land to produce novice mages capable of serving as musketeers.

The mage musketeers, composed of novice mages, are actually knights from the era of cold weapons in this world.

However, more than a hundred years have passed, and land consolidation is inevitable. In the past few decades, things have been better. The country has not changed much, the manor economy has been stable, and it has even been declining. The efficiency of land is so-so, and with various restrictive policies, land consolidation has not been intense.

But in the last decade, with Ronan in power, agriculture and the economy have developed rapidly, making land very valuable. Once something becomes valuable, many people will want it.

Many small landlords, under coercion and enticement, chose to sell their land and buy several houses in the city. The eldest son inherited the property, while the second son went to work in the factory.

Their lives have improved, but the country has lost a stable source of mages and musketeers.

"Father means to grant fiefdoms? Can the land acquired by the kingdom be granted as fiefdoms?"

Xiao Lü asked in confusion.

"Too small, too narrow-minded, son. Who told you that only land can be used for enfeoffment? Anything stable can be used for enfeoffment, like tobacco."

Ronan said.

"Distribute the tobacco? But isn't tobacco supposed to be state-owned?" Lucien remained unmoved.

“State-owned is state-owned, but there are also numerous exclusive stores. It’s impossible for everyone selling cigarettes to be a state-owned enterprise employee. Damn, state-owned enterprise employees have benefits. Can the government afford to pay for that? What I mean is, we should establish tobacco exclusive stores. The profits from one exclusive store can support a small family and train a junior mage. That would be enough.”

It's a small family, not a small household.

Because magical talent cannot be stably inherited, it is impossible for a single family to consistently produce magicians in every generation. However, small families can ensure a stable output through various means such as adoption, fostering, and taking in sons-in-law.

With this system of enfeoffment, coupled with the state's own subsidies for students, the kingdom can have a stable and growing number of mages to use.

Of course, if one day the country becomes fully industrialized and extremely wealthy, there will be no need for feudalism; the government-provided student loans will suffice.

But right now, isn't the country still not rich enough?

In fact, thanks to Ronan's various methods, the Kingdom of Fas was already very wealthy. Its major traded commodities included wheat, wine, soybean oil, and cotton cloth. Luxury goods included high-quality imitation silk, bone china, and jewelry, which were the kingdom's specialties. The Kingdom of Fas had a high level of sophistication in the field of art, and its processed jewelry was also quite lucrative.

However, Ronan wanted to get a crown for Ambrina, and the money was flowing out like water; it was never enough.

After hearing his father's explanation, young Lucien was dumbfounded.

The other three, except for Astrid who had no interest in such political topics, were also dumbfounded.

Is this how the feudal system can be implemented?

"Mr. Ronan, do you think Seris could implement such a system?" Zhao Yingqi asked curiously.

“No, because Seris’s rule is too inefficient,” Ronan replied.

Zhao Yingqi instantly felt a surge of anger. She admitted that the Kingdom of Fas was not a barbarian country and had some merit, but when it came to the bureaucratic system of governing a country, the Kingdom of Fas could not even be considered the younger brother of the bureaucratic system of Seris; it would be barely even a grandson.

Ronan smiled slightly and explained, “Seris is too big. How long would it take for a decree to travel from the central government to the border of the empire? The differences between regions are too great, so great that they can no longer be described as differences between different countries, but rather as differences between different levels of civilization. For Seris, the priority of ruling power is greater than anything else. How could it be like the Kingdom of Phos, which implements something like ‘feudalization’ in the core area of ​​the country?”

Chapter 524 National Conditions, Tang and Ming, Habitually Forgetting Their Son

"To put it simply, a small boat is easy to turn around, but a big boat is impossible to control because there are too many people with ulterior motives."

Ronan continued, "You Seris developed a cultivation method that made magic something that could be steadily improved. But this cultivation method requires 'knowledge,' and learning is a fair thing. Because of this, the origin of your civilization, the Ji Zhou, was not a family of summoning mages, but a family of elemental mages. Although they later improved, the Qin and Han dynasties gradually erased the fact that summoning mages were the core of the aristocracy and the ruling class. From then on, everyone used the three-in-one cultivation method."

"This is the foundation of unification, but it also brings a problem, namely, 'Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?'"

Although this world's Seres does not have the Tang Dynasty, and the current ruler of Seres is David, not the Ming Dynasty.

But this country is outwardly Tang, inwardly Ming.

The defense commissioners in the Northwest, Northeast, and overseas regions were essentially military governors. While their military prowess was abundant, various small factions also formed, becoming increasingly out of control of the central government. What else could this be but the Tang Dynasty?

In the naval battle a few months ago, the defense commanders were all from the royal family. Did they really not want to fight with all their might? No, it was their subordinates who didn't want to fight.

If this situation continues to evolve, it may turn into a situation like that of the Tang Dynasty, where if the "military governor" doesn't help us get rich, then we can only try to find another one.

Internally, private schools flourished in various regions, and in some areas, a school wielded more influence than the government. Although private schools were not family-run, people from different schools of thought formed different factions in the court. What else could this be but a manifestation of the government's influence?

Different places, different schools of thought, different interests, and different political lines led to endless infighting within the imperial court.

Extending this to the local level, it becomes a matter of finance and taxation.

Although they didn't engage in land annexation and bury silver in cellars like the gentry of the Ming Dynasty, these "scholars" and "warriors" came from schools, not family or clan schools. They weren't as brutal as the local tyrants and bullies, nor did they hoard money.

However, they opposed the government's "transfer payments," which used their money to support poor areas. They were willing to use any extra money to feed cats and dogs, but as for aiding disaster victims in other places, they said, "Forget about it."

It's quintessential localism, brimming with the flavor of the Ming Dynasty.

These are the scenes the mission witnessed as it traveled from India, arrived in Guangzhou, and then headed north to Beijing.

The root of this situation lies in extraordinary individuals like "scholars" and "warriors," and this problem exists throughout the world.

Superhumans look down on ordinary people from the bottom of their hearts. In their minds, not to mention the country, even the family is nothing. They only care about themselves and other superhumans.

Ronan also used the development of weapons, along with providing some superior jobs, to make most of the low-ranking mages lower their proud heads.