Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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At the same time, Ronan, Prime Minister Alexander, and Foreign Minister Philippe were busy dealing with various diplomatic issues.

Although the principle of no compromise and a hardline approach was established several months ago, this does not mean that diplomacy is abandoned.

After all, they had to pretend that they didn't want to fight and wanted to resolve the issue through diplomacy.

Therefore, the diplomatic work required of a country that is "surrounded" still needs to be done, including dividing the anti-French alliance, and winning over other countries, such as the infidel state of Suleiman and the princes in the northern part of the Empire of Will.

It can be said that the difficulty and complexity of diplomacy have increased, to the point that diplomatic issues have to be dealt with every few days these past few months.

After all, feigning softness is easy, but being genuinely tough requires acting skills.

Ambrina was also very busy, not directing films, but doing her proper royal duties.

After all, military power had always been completely in her hands through the military staff, and the power of the tax department, which was originally separated from the Ministry of Finance, had also been transferred to her, the queen, through Ronan's various means. She originally did not want to manage the money, but Ronan insisted on giving it to her.

To become a tyrant, one must first seize control of the military and the purse strings.

Ronan was very clear-headed. Only when Queen Ambrina held tight to military and financial power, while he merely acted as her political representative, standing between her as queen and the bureaucracy, could their relationship remain so close, like that of an ordinary, happy couple.

Furthermore, this serves as a model for future generations.

In Ambrina's words, she was so tired that she had no sex drive left.

In mid-October, diplomatic work came to a temporary halt.

Because the Netherlands finally couldn't hold back and took action, followed closely by the Switz Alliance.

There's no other way. One country only wants to do business, while the other adheres to neutrality. They've already spent so much manpower and resources assembling their armies, and the Kingdom of Fas is poorly defended. If they don't fight soon, both kings will be overthrown by mobs.

Ronan didn't concern himself with the war; he left it to the staff officers in the General Staff and the local generals.

At that moment, Ronan was reading Dinia's second letter.

The first letter was about the farmers' association, and Ronan wrote a reply in a bureaucratic tone, guessing that Dinia probably wouldn't even wait for his reply.

He knows Dinya very well and he knows him very well.

Within Xinhai City, the number of informants from the Ministry of the Interior is second only to that of the capital.

Of course, most of these informants are not professional spies, and they may not even know that they are informants for the Ministry of the Interior. Their lives are almost no different from those of ordinary citizens. All they do is collect local information, news from their industry, and news from the surrounding areas and hand them over to someone.

In fact, most of the Ministry of the Interior's intelligence comes from these ordinary people; they are neither mysterious nor particularly capable. Gathering the information provided by these ordinary people is enough for the Ministry of the Interior to have a roughly clear understanding of the true situation in the region, and it doesn't cost too much money.

Upon arriving in New Sea City, Dinia quickly grasped the situation there.

Thus, the letter Ronan is now seeing came into being.

The letter didn't begin with a greeting; it went straight to this: "When I set out, I hoped to abolish the local council system, but upon arriving in Xinhai City, I almost completely changed my mind..."

It was a little unexpected, but not that unexpected.

Ultimately, it's because Ronan not only instigated the masses to fight each other, making workers and peasants fight each other, but he also instigated democracy to fight democracy, making democratic organizations like labor unions and farmers' associations fight against parliament.

The council of three houses consists mostly of members from the nobility, magicians, and priests. If the guilds and farmers' associations pool their votes to support these three groups, they will not receive any reward after being elected. Therefore, the guilds and farmers' associations naturally want to promote commoners.

However, the state resolutely refused to relax the election conditions or expand the number of seats, so the leaders of the labor unions and farmers' associations maintained their struggle on the one hand and united their internal forces on the other.

Xinhai City is arguably the most typical example, where a low-intensity class struggle has been maintained: farmers fight against workers, workers fight against merchants, merchants fight against officials, and officials fight against privileges.

Of course, all of this is being done through legal means.

In such a state, the leaders of each class still strive to unite their members and consolidate their strength, instead of doing nothing but sucking the blood of their own people. Once they do that, they will be abandoned by the class they represent.

If you asked Ronan what true democracy is, he would answer that true democracy is a perpetual struggle between social classes.

Can a model where someone representing a particular interest group is elected to power and thus seizes all authority be considered a democratic leader? No, that should be called an autocratic tyrant.

"In our country, under the rule of an autocratic monarch, the democracy in which democratic groups fight each other is the real democracy. It is not only a free democracy, but also very communitarian. It is a win-win situation. We win twice and we are numb to it."

Ronan wrote the following in his reply.

“My dear lord, I can understand every single word of what you said, but I can’t understand it when they’re put together,” Elena said to Ronan from behind, puzzled.

She has many years of political experience, and she simply couldn't understand Ronan's words.

“That’s the effect I wanted.” Ronan said, reaching under Elena’s skirt and pinching her big, fleshy buttocks.

In October, as the weather turned cooler, Elena put on medium-thickness pantyhose. The stockings felt smooth to the touch, and her buttocks felt soft at first and then firm when pinched.

With that one squeeze, Ronan's lust was ignited. He got up, pinned Elena down, and lifted her skirt, revealing that her pantyhose were open-crotch.

Elena looked at the half-finished letter on the table. "Aren't you going to write a letter?"

“I’ll write it tomorrow,” Ronan replied, his three hands reaching into Elena’s vagina.

A moment later, feeling the wetness, I roughly thrust inside. The wide, firm, and thick fleshy stockings that filled my entire downward gaze were like a cushion. The rebound feedback from the impact, the stockings that were stretched transparent by the thick fleshy stockings and reflected the light under the light—the combination of these two sensations made me convulse with pleasure.

Gripping the firm, thick legs tightly encased in black stockings with both hands enhances the sadistic pleasure.

After a while, Elena took a round tin box out of her pocket and handed it to Ronan, "You need one for the back too."

This wasn't the first time. Ronan smeared the ointment on his fingers, skillfully spread it evenly inside Elena's anus, then smeared it all over his own manhood. He spread her labia and slowly inserted his lubricated manhood until it was completely inside, then stopped moving.

Extremely tight, extremely hot.

Elena, whose back door had been penetrated by the massive object, felt a burning, tearing sensation as she slumped onto the table, biting her lip and hissing.

After pausing for a moment, Ronan ripped open his black stockings and slapped Elena's large, fleshy buttocks hard. "I'm going to start sprinting now, Elena."

Elena clamped Ronan's legs between her own, "Fuck me, fuck me!"

Ronan then pulled out and thrust it in all the way. In an instant, Elena's mouth opened wide, her eyes rolled back, and she let out a long groan.

Chapter 443 The Battle, Battle Review, and the Children's Surprise

Afterwards, the two took a shower together.

Ronan, wrapped in a cashmere bathrobe, sat on the sofa with his legs wide apart, while Elena knelt on the carpet with her legs together, her toes touching the ground, her large, fleshy buttocks in black stockings sitting on her heels.

Her large, fleshy buttocks, clad in black stockings and extending past her shoulders, were accentuated to the fullest extent in this pose.

Kneeling, the medium-thickness black stockings around her knees were pushed almost completely transparent, the flesh of her thighs and calves tightly wrapped in the black stockings pressing against each other, making her thighs and calves look like one, showing an extreme fullness and fleshiness, as if they were about to burst and rip the black stockings.

She wore nothing under her pantyhose, and the still-wet clump of golden pubic hair shone with a dark golden luster under the pantyhose.

Elena buried her head between Ronan's legs, intoxicatedly sucking and swallowing his hard penis.

Ronan leaned back on the sofa, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand.

My thoughts have already flown to the distant battlefield.

If this were Ronan's original timeline, the Netherlands at this point would be a completely different country. It should have just declared the abolition of Spanish rule and established a republic of provinces, and then continued to resist for decades.

But in this world, the Netherlands had long been independent, with a larger territory, and was still a kingdom. After seeing the rapid development of the Kingdom of Phos, it did not hesitate to join the anti-French alliance organized by Bilia.

On the other hand, the Switz Alliance is similar to Switzerland in the original timeline, basically neutral.

The raid by the Netherlands and the Switz alliance could be described as both very successful and very unsuccessful.

The operation went smoothly because it was unexpectedly successful at the beginning. The Netherlands is a lowland, and to advance south into the territory of the Kingdom of Phos would be to attack from below, which is a foolish thing to do. Therefore, the strategy adopted was to defend the border with bastions to prevent the Kingdom of Phos's army from launching a counterattack and breaking into their territory, while the navy, which had the advantage in strength, was deployed to bombard along the northern coastline.

The Kingdom of Fas can only rely on coastal fortifications for passive defense.

Countless homes were destroyed and people died in the coastal ports of the Kingdom of Fas, and countless small maritime merchants went bankrupt in one wave.

The Dutch have a feeling that their dream of becoming a great power is within reach.

Stop asking him, "Your Majesty, when will the Grand Duchy of Flanders be restored?" Just say it today.

Our Netherlands' shot, the culmination of twenty years of experience, can that brat France withstand? No, he can't, he doesn't have that ability, understand?

On the other side, the Switz Union deployed its army.

The Switz Union itself has a very peculiar terrain, similar to Switzerland in Ronan's original timeline. The north is a continuous mountain range, and the south is an even higher and wider mountain range, with only the middle being slightly lower. The whole country is like a sloping canyon, and the place bordering the kingdom is the mouth of the valley to the west.

The wave surged out without encountering any decent resistance, much to the delight of the Switz Alliance members.

After its defeat decades ago, it has always pursued a policy of neutrality, but how frustrating it must have been to be caught between two great powers! This wave, this wave is called the thirty years of Shandong and the thirty years of Shanxi.

But then, something bad happened to both countries.

The Northern Legion of the Kingdom of Phos, with its core force of dragoons, broke into the Netherlands from the east. Several months ago, these soldiers had disguised themselves as coal merchants and ambushed the Rhine region, waiting for this opportunity.

No burning, no killing, just one word: looting.

Several months ago, Ambrina told the General Staff that we are a civilized army and we cannot kill innocent people or destroy the property of civilians.

The bank's treasury was looted, but the dragon riders, who moved quickly and targeted only major cities and banks, couldn't carry that many silver coins, which slowed them down. So, while looting, they casually threw half of the silver coins to the citizens of the Netherlands.

Good heavens, now the Netherlands is full of collaborators.

On the other side, the Switz Alliance encountered the Shepherd, yes, the Shepherd.

The kingdom borders the eastern mountainous region of Svetsk, the most sparsely populated area in the entire country, with vast expanses of hillside grasslands where sheep graze.

However, the shepherd gave the Switz people a good lesson, as they hadn't fought a proper war in decades.

A few months ago, Ronan generously distributed a batch of obsolete old-fashioned muskets and ammunition to the shepherds here, and also brought over some iron buckets. There were no proper cannons, so they would have to make do with homemade ones.

Ronan originally thought that the shepherds, armed with outdated firearms and cannons, were no match for the regular army. He had even written eulogies commemorating the shepherds who fought against the enemy and articles denouncing the atrocities of the Switz people, but he never got a chance to publish them.

Little did they know that these shepherds had adopted a guerrilla tactic based on the mountainous terrain. The Switz people were also experienced mountain dwellers, and the shepherds couldn't do anything about them. However, the shepherds couldn't deal with these shepherds either, and were hindered from advancing and unable to directly attack the major cities in the east.

Just as the Switz people were considering a ceasefire and withdrawal, the mountain special forces of the Pavis people from the Kingdom of Fas had already crossed the snow-capped mountains and were preparing to carry out their mission.

A week later, the Kingdom of Phos seemed to wake up and officially declared war on the Netherlands and the Svets Alliance, under the pretext of self-defense by the victims.

Netherland, Switz: You're a victim of your own tricks.

"The war is pretty much over so far. Under normal circumstances, it's already nearing its end, unless Weyland and Villa are willing to send troops. However, this is a prisoner's dilemma. The prisoner's dilemma is... In short, if both sides send troops, it will severely damage our country, which would be a win-win situation. However, they are vying for naval power. The most advantageous situation for each of them is for the other side to send troops, while they only launch a feint attack, causing the other side to suffer losses, thus increasing their probability of gaining naval power. The worst outcome for them is for neither side to send troops, resulting in a complete strategic failure."

"But in reality, the most likely outcome is the worst one."

Inside the palace, Ronan had just completed a review of the entire strategy and used the principle of the prisoner's dilemma to deduce the subsequent situation.

Ambrina said "Oh," nodded, and then looked at her son.

"Oh," Xiao Lü Xi'an replied with a somewhat uninterested "oh."

Meanwhile, Ina showed great interest. She was just over three years old, just like her brother who had come out a few minutes earlier. Like her brother, she had no concept of war and could not understand Ronan's description of tactics and battle situation. However, she felt that she understood a little about the prisoner's dilemma and found it very interesting.

Ronan frowned slightly at his son's reaction. It didn't matter if he didn't understand, but it was a matter of attitude if he didn't like to listen.

“Lucien, what do you think is the key to our victory?” Ronan asked.

"Huh?" Lucien was stunned. After hesitating for a moment, he stammered, "Because of the cannon?"

Ronan smiled gently. "Oh, tell me more about it."

"Our coastal artillery was powerful enough to hold off the enemy ships, and in the mountains, those homemade cannons also caused trouble for another wave of enemies, so we won," Lucien said, a rare instance where he answered his father, Ronan, without stuttering.

A hint of surprise appeared in Ronan's eyes; his son was only three years old.

Chapter 444 Children Fighting, the Oranje Pact, and the Nickname of the Return

Ronan smiled with satisfaction, patted Lucien on the shoulder, and praised, "Good idea, that's good."

At least, my son wasn't completely distracted just now.

"Tch, what's so special about that?" Ina pouted unhappily, pointing at her brother, "It's Dad's wisdom that made those two big bad guys not dare to make a move. Lucien, all you know are those toys. War is about people."

Ina acted like a little adult, with an overbearing air.

Xiao Lü Xi'an turned around abruptly, saying, "I don't want to talk to you."

“I don’t want to talk to you either,” Ina shouted.

"I won't!" Little Lü Xixian retorted, his temper flaring up as well.

"I'll say it again!" Ina raised her voice again.

“It’s me, not him,” Lucien emphasized, raising his head.

"You're asking for it!" Ina's hands transformed into two broad-bladed, blunt short swords, which she swung at him. This little princess had a bad temper, but she wasn't violent. When she fought with her brother, she used the swords like iron plates.

Lucien was not to be outdone; he was not one to fight, except when he was fighting with his sister.

Ambrina made no attempt to stop him, covering her mouth with her hand and yawning. "Ronan, the child is in your care. I'm going to the General Staff."

Taking care of a child is impossible, absolutely impossible in this lifetime.

Ronan had no choice but to watch the two children fight. Although they were both born magicians, their magic power and spell strength were very weak. They would be exhausted after a few blows, and since it was just playful, they wouldn't actually hurt each other.

Of course, children have very poor self-control, and sometimes they get so anxious that they don't care about anything else. At this time, you have to stop them and then give them a good scolding.

While Ronan was looking after the children, Dinia and her two companions were in the eastern mountains, where the Switz Alliance's army was retreating eastward.

With Dinia's strength, she could wipe out this army of several thousand people in five minutes, and it would be effortless. If she were willing to expend a lot of magic power and physical strength, ten seconds would be enough.