Yes, Madam Prime Minister

The reason for this was not because the colonists had any conscience; it was simply that their past experience had taught them that slaves were not suited to be workers.

In fact, there were many slaves in the colonies, but they were mostly serfs. Since they were slaves to begin with, there was nothing they couldn't accept.

Another group that Ronan paid attention to were the indigenous boys attending church schools. Their ancestors were originally high-ranking warriors among the indigenous people. In a regime that was somewhere between slavery and feudalism, high-ranking warriors were actually lower-ranking nobles.

As for the nobles and priests who were of higher rank, they were almost all dead.

Priests, in particular, were highly hated by the colonists because they were believed to possess evil magic. As a result, any indigenous person who could read the script of the indigenous regime, even if they could only draw a symbol, was considered a priest, and if caught, their entire family would be killed immediately.

The colonists were determined to eradicate the possibility of priests ever being born on this land again, and to exterminate the indigenous culture as well.

Ronan had no interest in interfering in these matters.

He just wanted to find some students, promise them a big reward, and then have them take military-trained laborers to those tribes that retained a certain degree of autonomy, lead the oppressed people in those areas to fight the chiefs, and redistribute the land.

Those sycophantic chieftains exploited their subordinates even more ruthlessly than the colonists.

After all, raiding other tribes is time-consuming, laborious, and not guaranteed to succeed. It's much easier to exploit one's own people.

As for the resentment of the lower classes, stop making a fuss. The chief is the slave owner. In the mind of slavery, slaves are not human either. A hundred years ago, people might kill a few living people for fun, whether they were in a good mood or a bad mood. Now they are reluctant to kill, since people can be sold to colonists.

Therefore, some of these tribes were inclined to rebel. This was a situation the colonists were happy to see; conversely, if a chief wasn't brutal, he would probably be close to death.

A few days later, Ronan and Dinia discussed the plan.

“Ronan, are you sure those indigenous students and workers will be willing?” Dinia asked.

Ronan was full of confidence: "There are definitely people who would be willing. They graduated from church primary schools and went to factories or farms to manage other indigenous workers or serfs for the colonists, earning only a meager salary."

“If they take the job, they will replace the original chiefs. Isn’t that better than getting a fixed salary?”

"The same goes for the workers. Firstly, those students are their noble masters, and secondly, being a henchman for the masters is much better than being a worker."

"These students probably thought they were just replacing the original chiefs, nothing serious, and even believed that the colonists should be happy to see them, who were bathed in the light of civilization, replacing those uncivilized chiefs."

"Of course, it wouldn't be like that in reality. A ruling class that wasn't illiterate, less brutal, and composed of rank-and-file officers who were transformed from workers, plus peasants who were no longer slaves and were allocated a small amount of land—this was absolutely unacceptable to those two counts."

After saying that, Ronan took a sip of water.

"Can these people win?" Dinia asked again.

"Whether they win or not depends on our special military advisor, Mr. Raven. It doesn't matter whether they win or not. As long as a fight breaks out, there will be a chance to kill those two. Once we kill those two, our main mission will be accomplished, and we can deal with the rest casually."

Ronan replied.

"Huh?" Dinia's two red eyes froze, staring intently at Ronan.

Ronan quickly corrected himself, "Just kidding, just kidding. I'll definitely take it seriously and work hard to build a colony with a bright future."

Ronan could still connect the words "bright future" and "colonies."

Dinia took a breath. "Ronan, we're not going to complete some so-called mission, but to put forward a model colonial system for the country."

"Yes, Lord Governor."

Ronan loudly agreed, saying that after completing the mission, he planned to reform the caste system and apply it to the colonies.

Chapter 200 People, Events, Arrival

In late February 1585, ten days later, Ronan and his party would set sail.

At this time, Ronan and his party had only been in Bretu City on the west coast of the kingdom for two days. Abelard, whom Ronan had met in the capital two years ago, was still the secretary-general of the city hall there. He received Ronan and arranged accommodations for them.

Ronan's group was quite large.

He himself, Dinia, then Agustina, Yvette, Elena, Alice, plus Canaan, the little brat Dinia picked up.

Two young sea pied priestesses, Terri, the granddaughter of the old priest Tereka, her lover Rauka, and ten other sea pied women. These ten sea pied women were all special talents, having specially studied how to sail and were also capable of diving.

Nine junior mages, originally belonging to the New Sea City Police Department, were willing to go to the New World with Ronan. Two of them had accompanied Ronan to the Sea Flute Ruins three years ago, so their loyalty was guaranteed.

Seventeen artisans from different industries in Xinhai City Artisan Guild.

Twenty-one were considered experienced skilled workers.

Thirteen people from the New Sea City Urban Protection Alliance. The Urban Protection Alliance sounds impressive, but it's really just a gang. However, these thirteen weren't thugs; they were technically skilled. Ronan hadn't considered hiring any violent gang members; those people lacked discipline and were useless scum. On the contrary, con artists and thieves could be put to good use.

These are all people Ronan knows.

Then there was the old man Raven, along with seven young officers, all around thirty-four or thirty-five years old, two of whom were full-fledged mages, and a military advisory group consisting of thirty-nine mage musketeers from the regular army.

Such a military advisory group is enough for old man Raven to verify his delusions.

As for regular troops, there's no need to send any more. The Governor's Office itself has 1,500 regular soldiers, 1,200 of whom are army soldiers and 300 are sailors, and it owns five warships, two large and three small. As for the other naval vessels and warships, they belong to the naval base, and the Governor's Office has no right to directly dispatch them.

In addition, there were three female attendants specifically assigned to Governor Dinia.

And there were three tax collectors specifically assigned to Ronan as his tax liaison officer. However, these three tax collectors were not proper tax workers at all. One of them was the famous doctor "The Stitcher" Noah, who was neither male nor female. His left eye had a vertical pupil, like a snake's eye, and his right eye had a horizontally rectangular pupil, like a sheep's eye.

The other two were people Ronan had never heard of. One was a thin old man with long eyebrows, droopy eyelids, and a face full of wrinkles and age spots, who looked like he was going to die on the ship. This old man had just arrived when he asked Ronan for money to go to prostitutes.

The other was a tall, blonde, blue-eyed woman like Elena, with the same surname, Pavis. However, the two did not know each other and were clearly not from the same lineage. Another difference between her and Elena was that Elena wielded two swords, while she wielded two axes.

Ronan's group consisted of more than a hundred people, who would travel to their destination in four separate boats, while the women would travel in a smaller boat by themselves.

In early March, Ronan and his party set off.

It was at this time that the two counts each received news that Dinia and Ronan were coming to the colony.

The territory occupied by the governor's mansion was like the tip of a spear piercing a thick piece of flesh, separating the two earls' territories along with a river.

Henry, the eldest son, had his fiefdom in the north, and further north was the territory of the Weylanders. Louis, the second son, had his fiefdom in the south, and further south was the territory of the Villars.

The two set off from their respective castles, traveling first by land and then by water. It still took them almost half a month to reach the harbor where the governor's mansion was located. They then found a place to discuss their strategy.

The eldest son, Henry XXVII, and the second son, Louis XXIII, were neither particularly intelligent nor politically experienced. In addition, their years as local kings in the colonies made them increasingly arrogant. However, this did not mean that these two men of royal birth lacked a sense of crisis.

"Henry, what do you suggest we do?" asked the second son, Louis.

"Kill that guy named Ronan," said the eldest brother, Henry.

Louis, the second son, smiled briefly before his face fell. "He is Ambrina's lover, and he is also an official sent from the mainland. If we kill him, we will likely face a strong counterattack from the mainland. At that time, let alone our fiefdom, we may not even be able to protect ourselves."

Henry, the eldest brother, sneered disdainfully, "Ha, if you're pushed too far, Louis, why don't you go and join the Villans? Marry a Villanelle princess, and then have them support you to become king, wouldn't that be better?"

“I’ll pass, Henry, you’re more suited to be king,” Louis said, seemingly modestly.

Henry glared at his brother Louis and tapped the table. "Alright, let's stop with the empty talk. In short, let's kill that guy first and show the locals that we're not easy to bully. We'll see what happens next."

“The intelligence says that this Ronan is a third-tier mage, not so easy to kill,” said the second brother, Louis, unaware that his intelligence was outdated.

“You provide the money, I’ll find the people,” said the eldest brother, Henry. He knew his younger brother had connections with the Belials and was much wealthier than him.

"Okay, we can discuss the specific plans later, since neither of us is cut out for this."

Louis, the second son, said.

Neither he nor the other Henrys were particularly talented, and devising a meticulous plan was beyond their capabilities. In recent years, the management and development of their fiefdoms had relied entirely on the team left by their deceased fathers. After all, their fathers had been regarded as crown princes before their deaths, and they had some capable people under their command.

Even though so many years have passed, the two brothers still occasionally can't help but think how wonderful it would be if their father hadn't died. If their father hadn't died, they would both be princes now.

In the New World, there is money, but there's nowhere to spend it, unlike the dazzling world of the capital, where there are countless places to spend money.

Freedom is freedom, but even the greatest freedom can only cause trouble for a bunch of natives.

At the same time, Ronan and his group were still adrift at sea.

Fortunately, most of the people were magicians, whose physical condition had surpassed that of ordinary humans. Those who were not magicians were also in their prime. In addition, there was a divine doctor present, so no one died. Otherwise, at least several of the sick people would have had to be thrown into the sea.

There were no physical problems, but the mental anguish was truly unbearable.

With no other option, Ronan could only organize some game competitions to pass the time and energy, but it was nothing more than making the best of a bad situation.

We did encounter some fun along the way – pirates. Unfortunately, the pirates were too weak to fight, especially when Dinia took action. She caused the enemy's ship to be destroyed and people to die, so we couldn't play for long.

In late June, Ronan and his group finally arrived at their destination in the New World. Even Ronan was in such bad shape that he looked like a rotten cabbage, let alone the others. But the moment they saw the coastline, everyone perked up as if they had come back to life, and they couldn't wait to fly off the deck and onto land.

After a brief moment of excitement, Ronan calmed down and looked at the distant coastline.

"Hello, America."

Chapter 201 has arrived, and the visitors seem hostile. Who are they?

In Cardina, the colonial governor's residence, Ronan and his party had been there for three days but had not yet visited the governor's residence.

The first day of the past three days was purely for rest. After drifting at sea for more than two months, all I wanted to do after coming ashore was eat some normal food, take a nice shower, and finally lie down on a big bed that would never shake or bounce and get a good night's sleep. I really didn't want to do anything else.

The next day, they recovered a little. On the third day, apart from Ronan and the Heidi priest Rauca, all the other men went to relax.

The sailors went to cheap places, where there were local indigenous women.

The artisans, workers, and special talents that Ronan brought were sent to mid-range places at Ronan's expense.

The so-called mid-range place is just different in terms of the people inside; they are all female slaves captured from the Southern Continent.

The Southern Continent is the Africa of this world. The people in the north of the Southern Continent don't look much different from white people, except that their skin is slightly more wheat-colored. But further south, in the hotter place, there are no black people. Instead, there is a group of people with skin that is close to bronze and whose noses are not so flat. However, they are also mostly from primitive tribes. So their fate is the same as that of black people. They were captured in large numbers and sold to the New World as slaves.

In some ways, these people are even worse off than Black people, because the women among these bronze-skinned natives of the southern continent do not look like female gorillas. On the contrary, they have a unique charm in the eyes of the white people. So, let's not talk about what is about to happen.

The colonists of Bilia especially favored these slaves from the southern continent because they were more adapted to working in the tropics than the natives.

Of course, other countries' colonies also had many slaves from the southern continent.

The most upscale places in the city are filled with white women, and the prices are incredibly high, since white women are still a scarce resource in these overseas colonies.

Take the Kingdom of Fass for example. The colony had about 200,000 inhabitants, of whom men made up about three-quarters.

The entire colony was roughly the same size as the mainland.

On the fourth day, Dinia and Ronan had important business to attend to: a pilgrimage and a welcoming banquet.

Interestingly, the people who came to greet us didn't prepare a carriage, but instead prepared two horses.

What's even more interesting is that the two counts, Henry and Louis, were leading the way. Behind them was a simple military band and a long line of soldiers who were just there for show. Ronan and Dinah were placed at the back, with another group of soldiers responsible for guarding them.

Dinia, mounted on her horse, watched from afar as the two counts waved to the natives who looked to them as fools. "Heh, to use your Seris saying, they're up to no good."

“We are the ones who came here,” Ronan said. “However, if their arrogant behavior is entirely intentional, then it’s a good thing.”

“Indeed,” Dinia replied to Ronan. Such high-profile arrogance is often accompanied by foolishness.

Ahead, Louis waved and muttered, "Boss, your plan has failed."

Their original intention was to arrange for Dinya to be placed at the back, and logically, Dinya should not have agreed. Unexpectedly, she didn't take it seriously at all and agreed.

“No, the main street is just ahead. Go and invite her to the front,” the eldest brother, Henry, said in a low voice.

"Why me? Why don't you go? We agreed that you would provide the manpower and I would provide the money." The second son, Louis, was very unwilling.

"Stop being so long-winded." Henry glared at his brother angrily, then turned his horse around and went to the back to invite Dinia.

Dinia agreed, and gave Ronan a wary look.

Ronan returned a smile.

Soon, Dinia went ahead.

The group continued their journey, leaving the wide road in the wilderness and arriving at a street not far from the city, connecting to the main thoroughfare. On both sides were low and neat bungalows, which looked quite new and had just been built.

Suddenly, a loud explosion rang out, followed by a series of explosions on the road. This road was not a solid stone slab road, but a relatively flat dirt road. The explosions caused mud and dust to fill the air, and the soldiers were thrown into panic and chaos.

"assassin!"

"Protect the Earl!"

"Protect the Governor!"

"Don't panic! Don't move! Don't fire!"

"Gather together, quick!"

The officers among the soldiers shouted loudly.

Ronan, his face covered in dirt and his clothes tattered, spat out a mouthful of sandy saliva. "Ha, they were clearly coming for me, yet no one is clamoring to protect me, and everyone around me has been called away."

Boom! Another explosion occurred around Ronan.

Unlike before, this explosion caused Ronan some pain.

"A magic bomb?" Ronan quickly realized what had blown him up.

Magic bombs are bombs specifically designed to target mages. They are magical devices, very expensive, troublesome to install, and have a small blast radius. They don't cause any real damage to mages of the third rank or higher, so they are usually installed by individuals in secret locations as defensive traps.

Ronan was still wearing his armor, so the magic bombs only made him feel like an ordinary person being hit hard with a wooden stick; they were completely useless.

"It can't be just that, can it? As expected." Just as Ronan had this thought, the magician arrived. The magic bomb from before was indeed just an appetizer.

The ground beneath his feet instantly turned into an unsustainable swamp.