Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Alice looked at Elena and said, "So, the golden-haired barbarians are just brainless. They can even mutate plants. With the technology of the Seapiper people, I have an endless supply of upgrade materials."

“These are clearly two pieces of good news, so why are we making a fuss? We should be celebrating,” Ronan said.

Unfortunately, according to the plan, he had to split up with Dinia during this period, and his magic was still bound to her, so his magic could not be improved at all after they were separated.

Everything can only get back on track after those two counts are dealt with.

“Alice, the second round is here,” Ronan said.

Alice, lying flat, covered her groin with her hands. "Aren't you annoying? I don't want to move. You can use these legs to mess with me."

Chapter 209 Departure, Thoughts, Unexpectedly Interesting

A week later, Ronan's team set off westward, heading towards the Twin Bears tribe, which occupied a large area of ​​land and had a population of forty to fifty thousand.

No one knows exactly how many indigenous people there are, but there are at least 200,000. The colonists did not allow the autonomous tribes to annex each other and grow stronger, but they also had to prevent the autonomous tribes from being unable to resist when the tribes further west attacked. So the Shuangxiong tribe became a relatively large tribe.

But 50,000 is the limit; any larger and the colonists will take action.

The group consisted of himself, Elena, the seamstress Noah, five students, O, Chip, the chubby Hatch and O's sidekick Lupp brothers, as well as two guides, one named Ozka and the other named Osak.

Each person was provided with a horse, in addition to two draft horses for carrying luggage and two mules for carrying gifts and goods.

The group was basically dressed in the same clothes: cotton and linen shirts, flat-topped cavalry hats with round brims, long canvas overcoats, small backpacks, riding breeches, and riding boots.

The central region of America is mostly gentle plains with a few hills at most. There are also many rivers, and it's not hot in August, with daytime temperatures only around 20 degrees Celsius. So, apart from a few wild animals that didn't know any better, Ronan and his group didn't encounter any trouble along the way. It just goes to show how nice the temperate plains are.

Ronan would never have gone to a tropical place like that, where snakes, insects, and rodents are everywhere.

There were no problems with supplies; water was everywhere, and food was plentiful.

Ronan and his companions did not travel quickly. After three days of traversing the sparsely populated wilderness, they arrived at a populated area. This was not yet the Twin Bear Tribe, but a small tribe of a few thousand people. The Twin Bear Tribe was located further west.

Although it's a small tribe, you can tell at a glance that they live a very comfortable life, with wheat fields, cornfields, bean fields, and vineyards.

The indigenous people didn't originally grow grapes, but they gradually learned to after the colonists arrived.

The chief here treated Ronan and his party to a big meal. The taste was barely palatable, but the portions were enormous. It was all meat, and two barrels of wine were served, which they couldn't possibly finish.

The two guides and the chief were chatting and laughing, clearly old acquaintances.

Ronan and Elena ate only a few bites, and Ronan even directly refused the woman who came to keep them company.

Noah ate even less, and he exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay. None of the natives here carried any magical aura, meaning this small tribe had no wizards. Noah only wanted to set off for the Twin Bear Tribe as soon as possible, because the Twin Bear Tribe had licensed wizards, and he had come to the New World to witness the evil magic of the natives.

The so-called chartered wizards were those who, considering that some autonomous tribes that had been "influenced" by civilization had a need to "actively defend" against certain barbarian tribes, were granted permission by the colonists to retain a number of wizards. Each of these wizards had to be registered and was not allowed to appear in areas directly ruled by the colonists.

Of course, it's impossible to say that none of the tribes that have been granted the right to retain their sorcerers have any unregistered sorcerers. You think they can just register them like that? Do you really think the indigenous people are still the fools who traded gold nuggets for glass marbles a hundred years ago? The indigenous people have long since been corrupted by the colonists.

That's why the wizard whom Counts Henry and Louis sent to assassinate Ronan couldn't be identified.

But Ronan didn't mind, because if his identity couldn't be found, he could arrange his identity at will. Whoever Ronan said he was, he had to be that person, even if he wasn't.

This is what they mean by the dead being more useful than the living.

On the other side, the five students were all different. The chubby boy was really happy; he had eaten his fill.

The Lupp brothers, Obama's henchmen, were also having a great time. They were fourteen years old and had never drunk alcohol or smoked before, so today was a chance for them to try it out.

On the surface, O was happy. Originally, he had only talked about how the chief lived better than him, but today he saw it with his own eyes: vast lands, hundreds and thousands of slaves at will, and the fact that Ronan was an official who gave gifts such as gold daggers inlaid with jewels, and meat and wine were wasted at will.

And this was just a small tribe.

But what kind of chief was he? He was rude, reeked of being unwashed, and started acting crazy after only a few drinks. He would shout for a fight if a slave accidentally bumped into a plate. And to make matters worse, he wasn't even strong enough to be a warrior.

Does this kind of person deserve to be a chief? He doesn't deserve it, but he is the chief because his father is a chief.

The resentment that had gradually subsided during the previous horsemanship and shooting training resurfaced at this moment, even more intensely than when Ronan had finished his first lesson.

"The men would probably prefer a civilized man like me to be the chief, no, the administrator," O thought to himself.

Chip harbored no resentment towards the chief; he simply looked down on him.

Their level of governance is too low; they're not even in the same league as the lords.

No wonder these indigenous peoples were defeated and their nation destroyed by just a few thousand lords back then.

At that moment, Chip remembered his hometown. In truth, his memories of his hometown were long gone. He had been sold to the New World with his parents and sister when he was six years old, sold to that man. He only knew about his hometown from the man's words; his hometown wasn't much different from this place.

At that moment, Chip had an idea: he wanted to be a chief, he wanted to try being a ruler, and maybe one day he could return to his homeland and be a conqueror.

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Chip shook his head sharply to dispel it. It was wrong; everything he had was given to him by that man, and he should serve him.

But in an instant, Chip remembered the old man's words: he didn't want his services; he was happy to see him do things that slaves couldn't.

"If he allows it someday, I might give it a try," Chip thought to himself. He wasn't interested in chiefs or anything like that; he just wanted to prove something, though he wasn't sure what it was.

After resting for a night, Ronan and his group left the place the next day and set off again.

Continuing their leisurely journey, four days later, Ronan and his group entered the territory of the Twin Bear Tribe.

The surrounding area here is not much different from the small villages we passed through before; it consists of wheat fields, cornfields, bean fields, and vineyards, only on a much larger scale, with several pastures and tobacco plantations.

The biggest difference is between people.

After meeting Ronan and his party and learning that Ronan was an official among the colonists, the chief did not rush to greet them personally. Instead, the chief's third son, who was unlikely to inherit anything and would be kicked out of the family in a few years, came to receive Ronan.

It has to be said that the natives really learned bad habits from the colonists. This is no chieftain at all; he has the air of a feudal lord.

Ronan and his group were unable to stay in the core area of ​​the tribe, but only on the outskirts.

Interestingly, the third brother told Ronan something unexpected: besides their group, there were two other groups from Wieland and Villa respectively.

Chapter 210 The Three Giants: He's Not Worthy, He Can Only Take a Gamble

at night.

The moonlight illuminated the place where the chief of the Shuangxiong tribe lived.

This three-story brick and stone building is absolutely magnificent compared to the surrounding triangular tent houses. Its exterior is completely in the style of the local indigenous people. The square rooms are stacked together, forming a three-tiered structure. The exterior walls are earthen yellow, with some reliefs on them, and totem poles stand outside.

However, the interior decoration is not native at all. Instead, it tries to imitate the interior decoration of the governor's mansion as much as possible. Many of the furnishings are porcelain plates and paintings. This practice of standing porcelain plates up as decorations is very similar to that of some nobles in the Western Continent.

After all, porcelain is very expensive, and nobles with limited funds would not be willing to spend it on everyday items.

Rather than calling this the residence of a local indigenous chief, it's more accurate to describe it as the home of an outsider enthusiast of indigenous culture.

The chief of the Twin Bear tribe was dressed similarly; his name was Ankara, which means "great eagle."

Approaching fifty years old, Ankara, still quite robust, wore a robe made from a silk nightgown. He had short hair, a mustache, and no tattoos. If you didn't see his face, you would never think he was an indigenous person. He even wore a huge gold seven-star cross inlaid with turquoise around his neck.

At this moment, three people were sitting next to the chief of Ankara.

Sitting next to the chief was a white woman with a high nose and deep-set eyes, but she had two braided hairs, wore a headband with a double bear pattern, a green fringed skirt, a silver arrow pendant around her neck, and a pair of brown wild leather boots. Except for the stockings on her legs, she was dressed entirely like an indigenous woman.

This white woman's original name was Anna, but shortly after she arrived, she changed it to an indigenous name, Wayara, which means young woman.

Compared to the chief, she was indeed young, only thirty-two years old this year. Although she could not have children, she was the most trusted woman of Ankara, the chief of the Twin Bears tribe. The chief, who originally liked to dress himself up to resemble the colonizers, spent a lot of money to completely change the interior decoration and furnishings of his residence under her influence.

Six years ago, Wayara claimed that she ran away from the abuse and came here. No one knows if she was telling the truth, but everyone knows that she is a greedy and cunning woman.

The other two people sat opposite the chief.

A man in his thirties, dressed in the standard indigenous warrior style except for the lack of a feathered crest, was named Sirausu, which means "brown bear made of iron." True to his name, he was as big as a bear, extremely strong, and his large hand could crush Wayara's head like an orange with just one hand.

Sirausu was of commoner origin. He was valued by Chief Ankara not because of his physical strength. What use was physical strength in those days? The natives also used firearms.

He displayed exceptional marksmanship from a young age, able to throw heavy grenades far and accurately, which caught the eye of Chief Ankara. Later, he demonstrated leadership skills and was promoted by the chief to the position of deputy military commander of the tribe, which was the highest rank, since the chief himself was the military commander.

The other was an old man named Musuqi, whose face was as deep and wrinkled as a dried-up riverbed. He was a registered wizard who had served three generations of chiefs. He had looked like this since he was a child in Ankara, and no one knew how old he was this year.

"You all know what's going on, so tell me what we should do."

Chief Ankara said with a troubled expression.

He is usually a decisive person, but now he is truly at a loss.

He never dreamed that he would encounter such a thing. Three groups of people arrived, all from the three colonial giants. However, just before these three groups arrived, three secret messengers also arrived, each from one of the three giants he absolutely could not afford to offend.

The three secret messengers all wanted him to do the same thing: lead them to a recently discovered ruin and secretly poison the three groups of people en route, so that their own people would come and eliminate them.

Is a chieftain worthy of accepting such a task? He is not worthy.

But if he doesn't do it, he'll probably still be in big trouble.

Military Deputy Commander Xilawusu was the first to speak, "Chief, this cannot be done. Even if it were to succeed, the people behind those three secret envoys would never protect us. Instead, they would wipe the whole thing clean. If we face fierce retaliation, we will all die."

The second to speak was Musuqi. Although he was old, he spoke without hesitation. “Indeed, if there was only one envoy, it would be fine. After the matter is over, we can seek the protection of the other two families. But if we offend three families at the same time, we are doomed.”

"Then why don't we abandon both sides and choose one to attack?" Chief Ankara tentatively asked.

Vayala immediately said, "No, just as Sirausu said, the side that strikes will definitely retaliate fiercely afterward, and the two sides we rejected will certainly not protect us afterward. We cannot afford the retaliation from just one side."

"So, you're refusing them all?" Chief Ankara asked.

“Refusal will still invite retaliation from the people behind the three envoys, just not as fiercely. In the end, we will have to migrate,” Wayara analyzed.

"Sigh." Chief Ankara sighed deeply; he truly couldn't bear to give up his current life.

He didn't provoke anyone, so how did he run into this kind of thing?

“I have a suggestion, which is to have your three sons do the work,” Wayara said.

The chief frowned, wondering how his usually intelligent woman could say such a foolish thing. "What's the point? If they take action, how can I possibly absolve myself of any responsibility?"

Vayala laughed, “Your three sons are all very clever, so they would never do anything. On the contrary, they would betray you and tip off their target in order to save their own lives.”

Upon hearing this, Chief Ankara realized that this was exactly what his three sons would do, and he instantly flew into a rage, exclaiming, "This...this is going to kill me?"

“Not necessarily,” Wayara said. “When those three groups find out that someone is plotting to kill them, and that it’s one of their own, they would normally run away. That’s when you, Chief, should step in. You should advise them not to run, but to go along with the plan. Then, you can turn against them and eliminate all the people the conspirators have planted. Afterward, these three groups will definitely cause internal strife when they return.”

"At that time, these three colonists should be too busy to pay attention to us."

"While they are preoccupied with their own affairs, we will concentrate our efforts on advancing westward and swallowing up that large tribe to the west. Once we leave, the smaller tribes here will definitely start fighting, and the chaos will buy us more time. When everything is over, we will be the large tribe further west. For the colonists to come all this way to fight us is a losing proposition."

After Wayara's analysis, Chief Ankara's frown gradually eased, and finally turned into a smile.

"That's what we'll do," Chief Ankara decided.

Silausu and the wizard Musucci nodded in unison. There were many points in the plan that could lead to failure, but now they had no choice but to take the gamble.

Chapter 211 Informing, Speculation, Filial Piety

The next morning, the hotel did not provide breakfast. Ronan and his group were about to go to a small restaurant next to the hotel for breakfast when a man dressed as an indigenous person with various paints on his face came and blocked their way.

The other person spoke a few words in a low voice, and Ronan realized that this was the third brother who had received them yesterday.

Ronan was a little confused because, according to the itinerary, after breakfast and a short rest, they would be led by a special person to meet the chief, exchange gifts, chat, and then it would be lunchtime. They would then have to take care of their own lunch, visit the market in the afternoon, and attend a banquet hosted by the chief in the evening. After that, Ronan and his group would be free to make their own arrangements.

Ronan is preparing to visit the Twin Bear Tribe.

It had nothing to do with the third brother from beginning to end, and even if he were to lead the way again, was it really necessary?

Ronan remembered very clearly that yesterday Louisson had his hair in a small braid, wearing a cotton and linen shirt, overalls, and leather boots. Apart from the indigo-dyed scarf with a double bear pattern around his neck, he didn't look like a native at all. He even said that he never wore native clothes.

There's clearly something wrong here.

"Louisen, what's up?" Ronan asked. To be honest, the third son's name was quite funny. There were many people named Louis in the Kingdom of Fas, but a proper name followed by Sen meant someone's son, a name commonly used by people from the north.

The third brother, Louisson, came over and whispered, "I have something to tell you. We'll talk in private later."

The inn's specially assigned servant was nearby and would come over soon; he couldn't possibly say something so important in front of these people.

Ronan nodded. "Okay, let's find somewhere to talk after we finish eating."

"Okay, I'll wait for you by the creek behind the hotel. Remember not to bring anyone else." With that, Louisson turned and quickly left.

After Louise left, the servants led Ronan and his party to a small restaurant nearby for breakfast.

After a while, Ronan and his group finished breakfast, and he took Elena to the agreed location.

The third brother, Louisen, glanced at Elena, then at Ronan.

Ronan understood what he meant and pointed at Elena, "This is someone who has been with me for over ten years."

The third brother nodded and led the way.

Soon, the third brother led Ronan and Elena to a secluded place.

Although the inn is located in the main city of the Shuangxiong tribe, the total population of the Shuangxiong tribe does not exceed 50,000. Even in the main city, there are only family-run workshops and no large factories. Without factories, there is no need for settlement, so the area is still sparsely populated. After leaving the only main road, you can easily find a deserted place after walking a few steps.

Even though no one was around, the third brother still looked around for a long time before speaking after confirming that no one was there. "Last night, I was asleep when my chieftain father's trusted subordinate woke me up. I went to his place, and he was all alone. He asked me to do something."

"I didn't sleep all night, but I finally decided to tell you about this."

The third son, Louisiana, began to recount his story.

Ronan suppressed a laugh, because although the third brother said he hadn't slept all night, he was in excellent spirits when he came in the morning, as if he had just rested up.