Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Chip breathed a sigh of relief; three months wasn't too long.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” Chip didn’t hesitate or ask any more questions. At that moment, he thought that perhaps he could find his future with Ronan.

“Me too.” Ao quickly agreed, thinking that magicians were intelligent people and might be able to help him find the answer.

Afterwards, Ronan asked about the two men's names and their family backgrounds. In fact, Amanda and the old man, Yann Eck, who felt like ants were crawling all over his body if he didn't have sex every day, had already investigated the two men. He was just asking questions he already knew the answers to.

Then, Ronan said his training course wouldn't be at this school, but rather he would take them elsewhere. Finally, Ronan gave them two days to go home, inform their parents, and prepare for departure. They were to meet here two days later.

The two nodded in agreement, bowed to Ronan in respect, and then left.

Watching the two walk away, Amanda muttered, "These two are a bit more sturdy, unlike those three natives before, who were like monkeys."

"The school doesn't even provide enough corn for the indigenous students, let alone meat. They also have to do chores after class. But as long as they're mentally sound, it's fine," Ronan said.

“I don’t think the other three kids are very bright either,” Amanda said.

"For natives, that's considered good," Ronan said, indicating that expectations shouldn't be too high.

Two days later, Ronan and his three companions set off with five students they had recruited.

A week later, Ronan and his group arrived at a large tract of land that Elena and Alice had acquired. It was mainly wheat and cornfields, with some cattle and sheep raised there. Some areas unsuitable for growing grains were used to grow tobacco. There were no large factories, only a few small workshops.

The day before Ronan arrived, old man Raven and his young officers and soldiers arrived with more than two hundred workers. These workers were generally fifteen or sixteen years old, only one or two years older than Ronan's students. They had not saved enough money to get married and have children, so old man Raven simply poached them with money.

At this point, the three groups of people who had been separated reunited.

On the other side, Henry and Louis were in a dilemma.

Henry held his wine glass, which he had swirled countless times. "It's so strange. So many days have passed. Dinia arranged for that one-eyed woman to take over the governor's guard and for that little girl to audit the accounts, but she hasn't taken any follow-up action and doesn't care about us at all."

“She wasn’t like this when she was in Xinhai City, especially when she first arrived. She seemed determined to cause trouble every day.”

Henry felt that Dinya's behavior was too different from what was described in the intelligence, and that there was definitely something wrong.

“That is indeed a problem, but our people will be here soon, and we will know what she does then,” Louis said. “The trouble is on the other side. Ronan is currently with a group of people in a place about ten days’ journey from the city of Cardina, west of the Governor’s Palace. We have no idea what he’s doing, and we have no legitimate reason to send anyone there.”

Louis's words made Henry even more anxious.

The intelligence report clearly stated that one of them liked to use his power to intimidate others and take the initiative, while the other was skilled in political maneuvering and waited for the right opportunity to act. However, neither of them is playing by the rules now.

"What did you say over there?" Louis asked his elder brother Henry, meaning he wanted to know what advice Henry's advisors had given.

“Let’s wait a bit,” Henry said. “Right now, all they know is that Ronan went to the church school, took a few students with him, and his men gathered over two hundred laborers and transported a lot of weapons. What can so many people do?” He couldn’t understand what a few schoolchildren and two hundred laborers could possibly do.

“Sigh.” Louis sighed. “I’m also told to stay here, and to send a few people over to check things out.”

They had quite a few informants in the city, and they also had people in the governor's mansion, but how could they possibly have people among the laborers and slaves?

Henry drank the wine in his hand. "That's all we can do."

This feeling of being unable to control the other party's movements and having no idea what their intentions are is truly unpleasant.

Chapter 207 Recovery, Lesson One: The World Is Wrong

Old man Raven and his temporary subordinates led more than two hundred workers into military training. As someone who had entered the factory at the age of ten and had been working there for six or seven years, at least one thing was certain of him: obedience.

The people of the Kingdom of Fas arrived at this place fifty or sixty years ago, but the factories were only started twenty or thirty years ago. Although it has only been twenty or thirty years, these sixteen or seventeen-year-old native workers are actually the third generation of workers. Their fathers and grandfathers were all workers, very few of them lived past twenty-five, and only a very few lived past thirty.

Their work ability is stronger than that of their fathers and grandfathers, after all, their fathers and grandfathers have left some experience. However, they can feel that they are having a harder time than their fathers and grandfathers. Their fathers had already saved enough money to get married when they were fifteen or sixteen, but they were sixteen or seventeen and none of them had been able to get married.

Old Man Raven liked this point very much, because only those who were dissatisfied with the status quo and felt helpless could be guided to accept new ideas. Of course, this "new" was only for these natives; it was not new for the kingdom.

Ultimately, for old man Raven and the young officers assigned by Isabel, it was merely an experiment; they wanted to see the destructive power of the new army.

Meanwhile, Alice was busy making money to help Ronan recover. With so many people and such a big fuss, Ronan had practically emptied his savings.

Agriculture and animal husbandry don't make much money; the added value is too low.

There are two main ways to make money. One is to open factories, starting with an ironworks, located below Ronan's current base. There are coal and iron mines nearby, which are already being mined. Ronan simply takes what's readily available, declares that the mine owner owes taxes, arrests him, and uses his shares to offset the tax debt.

Besides the ironworks, there was a textile factory, which was relatively minor.

There's no shortage of technical personnel to run the factory; Ronan didn't bring all those craftsmen and workers with him just for tourism.

The other one is cigarettes, which is the real money-maker.

Back home, Ronan planned to have the Haidi people work on their only black technology, namely enchanted plants, and try to produce some enchanted tobacco that was low in damage, high in potency, and extremely addictive. They would then sell it to the wealthy Belials in the south and the Welanders in the north.

There's no shortage of talent to manage the cigarette factory; those special individuals from the gangs are no problem.

Finally, Ronan himself started teaching after giving the five children a three-day break.

In a field, Ronan sat on a rock, surrounded by five children in a semi-circle, with Elena, the only free person in Ronan's group, listening in.

"Are you satisfied with your life now?" Ronan asked.

No one answered for a moment. They were all very nervous as it was their first time entering the teaching session, especially with a woman who looked like a goddess watching them.

After a long while, the chubby boy named Hachi raised his hand and said, "Satisfied." He was quite a talent. Although his grades and family background were average, he was able to get extra food at school as a native and even fatten himself up. That was a remarkable skill.

Ao nodded first, followed by the other two native boys. During their journey, the five children had split into three factions, and the two who nodded had come to regard Ao, this tall, strong, and kind man, as their elder brother.

The chubby guy was on the sidelines; he had a good relationship with Ao and the other two, but he wasn't part of their group.

Chip, a slave to the Raga, nodded one last time, still standing alone in his faction.

“You should indeed be satisfied,” Ronan said. “Life is relative; they live much better than the other native boys. Shouldn’t you be satisfied?”

The four nodded again, but Chip remained silent, noticing that Ronan's tone was a bit strange.

Ronan then changed the subject, "However, some of you could never have lived a better life than your father."

Little Fatty Hatch and O's two henchmen lowered their heads secretly, thinking that Ronan was referring to them when he said "some people".

“Do you think so, oh?” Ronan said, turning his gaze to oh.

Instantly, the three children looked at Ao, and Ao was also stunned.

Ronan said in a calm and unhurried voice, "Your father is already considered a steward of a manor lord. The best outcome for you is to also become a steward."

O lowered his head; Ronan had hit the nail on the head.

Little Fatty Hachi and the other two were a little surprised, but after the surprise, they realized that it was really true. Oh, their family had reached the top.

Ronan didn't continue that topic, but changed it to, "Do you think there are any indigenous teenagers on this land who are living better lives than you?"

Oh, little fat guy, the two little followers were stunned again. They really couldn't think of any native here who was better than them.

“Yes.” It was Chip who spoke, who had been silent all along, and immediately attracted the attention of the other four. “The sons of those autonomous chiefs are definitely living better than us.”

In an instant, the other four realized that the chief's son was better off than them because he was the master of his own land, while they, though called good citizens, were actually still slaves.

Ronan smiled at Chip; this kid was even more interesting than he had expected.

Ronan continued, “Those chiefs were just like your ancestors, low-ranking nobles of that now-defunct country. They were granted autonomy because they were traitors.” Every chief granted autonomy was a descendant of collaborators.

At that moment, O raised his hand, just as he would in class.

"Speak," Ronan urged him.

“Sir, they are not traitors; they are the first to embrace civilization,” O’Brien said. “It’s normal that civilized people live better lives.” These were words his teacher had once told him.

After several generations, these young, law-abiding citizens, even without receiving that distorted education in loyalty, felt that although the colonizers' methods were somewhat cruel, they had indeed brought them civilization.

“Very good, you’re right, civilized people live better lives.” Ronan clapped his hands in agreement, then posed a question, “So, oh, do you think you’re more civilized, or are those chiefs’ sons more civilized?”

"This..." Ao was speechless. Those of them who had received education and lived with civilized people were naturally more civilized, but they did not live better than the sons of those chiefs. Therefore, the statement that civilized people live better is wrong.

"Don't doubt yourself too easily. Sometimes the problem isn't with yourself, but with the world," Ronan said.

A seemingly casual remark struck the five boys like a bolt from the blue, even the arrogant Chip was stunned. "It's not me who's wrong, it's the world?" Yes, it's not me who's wrong, it's the world!

Ronan revealed a devilish smile. "If you've made a mistake, you should correct it. So the question is, who is the mistake of this world?"

“Chief!” O shouted.

The chief was wrong. Despite being less civilized than them, he lived a better life and had to be destroyed!

Chapter 208: Harvest, Course Plan, Two Pieces of Good News

Ronan let out a long sigh of relief. "That's all for the first lesson. Go back and have something to eat, get a good night's sleep, and classes will officially begin tomorrow morning."

The five children stood up, bowed to Ronan, and then left.

Ao felt great, but before he had gone far, he suddenly felt lost again. The chief’s son was doing better than him, the chief’s potential was higher than his, and he was more qualified to be a chief and to live a good life than the chief’s son. But what did it matter if he knew all this? He didn’t have a father who was a chief.

Blame his father? No, blame the chief, but what can he do about the chief? He studied hard, but all he could do was compete with others for the position of steward.

It seems that nothing has changed.

The chubby boy and O's two little followers were completely stunned; their minds were in turmoil.

Chip walked along, deep in thought. He didn't have any strong feelings towards the chieftain because he was the son of a slave from the southern continent.

But this exchange confirmed one thing for him: Ronan was indeed a wise man, and perhaps such a man could point him in the right direction.

Soon, the sun set, casting a golden glow across the fields, and the figures of the five children had become indistinct dots on the distant horizon.

Elena hugged Ronan, who was still sitting on the rock, from behind, resting her chin on the top of his head. "Young master, these kids are really stupid. They're not even as good as I was when I was ten."

“Of course they can’t compare to a genius like you who dared to smuggle himself across the border at the age of ten,” Ronan said. “However, they are already among the most talented of the indigenous people. More importantly, they are young and ambitious, with a desire to change the status quo.”

Elena asked curiously, "What is the second lesson?"

"Horse riding and shooting, expected to take a week. During the course, I will answer any questions they may have," Ronan replied.

"Huh?" Elena was a little confused. It wasn't that she shouldn't learn this, but it was a bit too far-fetched.

Ronan gently brushed Elena's hands away, stood up, and looked into the distance. "Their ideas about the chiefs are still superficial. I'm just trying to instill some things in them, but that's only scratching the surface. In fact, my current views on autonomous chiefs are also just superficial. Only through practical investigation can we understand the relationships and contradictions they contain."

"No investigation, no right to speak."

"So I plan to take them to the chieftain's territory for a proper on-site inspection once they have mastered horsemanship and can handle firearms. You and Noah will come along too."

"I'm going to lead these kids in a subversive movement, or to put it more nicely, a revolution."

"I would never do something so stupid: a foreigner who doesn't even know this place well trying to teach a group of locals how to carry out a revolution based on some theories."

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back."

After saying that, Ronan told Elena to go back.

Ronan and Elena returned to the manor almost right at mealtime.

After dinner, it was already dark.

Ronan is currently in the central part of eastern North America. It's almost July, the summer month, and the daytime temperature here is only around 24 or 25 degrees Celsius, while the nighttime temperature is only around 20 degrees Celsius.

Around 20 degrees Celsius is the temperature that Ronan finds most comfortable.

In a room on the third floor of the manor villa, Ronan was lying on the large bed, with Elena and Alice on either side of him, both of them with their buttocks sticking out towards him. Elena's large, fleshy buttocks were stretched to the point of being translucent by her black stockings, while Alice's soft, bouncy buttocks were encased in white stockings. At this moment, the crotch of her stockings had been torn open, and Ronan had one in each hand, gently digging and probing inside.

The two of them lay on their stomachs and licked Ronan's honey-drenched penis together, which grew bigger and harder.

Ronan, who hadn't done this in a long time, was also losing control of the pace. "Take it easy, ladies."

The two not only ignored him, but became even more enthusiastic.

Ronan had no choice but to withdraw his hand, and with his left hand he slapped Elena's large, fleshy buttocks hard, making her slow down. With his right hand he tickled Alice's white-stockinged little feet, and the ticklish Alice immediately stopped her maddening action of tracing the coronal sulcus with the tip of her tongue.

However, after a brief respite, the two started again.

"Are you two really coming?" Ronan's voice rose a few decibels.

“Come on,” Elena challenged.

Alice kicked Ronan in the face and said impatiently, "I'm exhausted. If I do it to you one or two more times, do I still have to get up early for work tomorrow? Hurry up and finish."

“Men are animals that can’t stand being provoked, so let’s see if I come first or you guys spray first.” Ronan put two fingers together and went in again, digging and probing rapidly and violently.

Alice was the first to lie down, her entire crotch and part of her legs soaked and semi-transparent with the overflowing water. Ronan followed immediately by spraying Elena with water, then suddenly increased the pace of his movements, and Elena also lay down.

Ronan paused for a moment, then quickly stood up again, grabbed Elena's strong waist, squatted in a horse stance, and began his frantic pounding.

After a while, Elena turned around, sat on Ronan's lap, wrapped her arms around him, and began to twist and shake wildly. Ronan himself did not move, but one hand kept grabbing and kneading Elena's big breasts, while he sucked on her nipples with his lips. The other hand kept moving back and forth on her thighs and buttocks covered by black stockings, and occasionally he would lightly poke her anus with his fingers.

After a long while, they finally stopped and parted ways.

Ronan looked at Elena, panting slightly, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so resilient even though I'm already at the fourth rank."

Elena brushed aside the messy golden hair stuck to her forehead with sweat and took a few deep breaths. "I'm improving too. I've discovered that as long as I'm with you under the moonlight, my magic power and magical strength will slowly increase, and my physique will naturally improve as well. Maybe in another two years, I'll completely leave Alice behind."

“That’s not necessarily true.” Alice suddenly woke up and said, “I’ve found a way to train summoned creatures. They will improve after hunting monsters, but the effects of the same type will decrease.”

There are very few monsters in Xinhai City, but there are many more and of different kinds here. After Alice hunted a few times, she found that her summoned creatures had improved. After testing it out, she discovered this.

Elena sat up, looking disdainful. "Ha, you'll soon reach your limit, you're getting cocky."