After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

When Nia asked her question, the president pondered for a long time before giving Nia several important criteria to try and achieve.

1. On the original basis, the Regent is required to provide some technology that only he knows. Yes, although the shipyard and repair parts are already a done deal, in this case, Ysgard needs something that can be converted into cash immediately.

The knowledge in the Regent's mind is the best product to "monetize"—Nia can then use the mirror to send the knowledge back, allowing Ysgard to find a way to make up for the losses first, while striving for further development.

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you. Nia, can't you use your black dragon physique to think of a solution?"

"Are you planning to get me out of prison in Gaparia later? And who knows, maybe you're even going to get me out for a crime called 'the Black Dragon who publicly assaulted the Regent of Gaparia and Bayezid' in a public meeting'? You may be shameless, but I am! Please don't bother me with this kind of infamous incident that will be recorded in the annals of history!"

"But even if you say that... sigh. Fine, it's up to you now. There's a second requirement."

2. Building on the previous point, further deepen the cooperation between Isugard, Gaparia, and Bayern. The President implies that they might consider moving towards an intelligence-sharing phase.

After all, the war is set to break out no later than April. If we can obtain further intelligence on the Roman Empire and even the Kingdom of Alese before it erupts, it will bring significant advantages to the upcoming war...

However, this means that the relationship between Issugard and Gabai will become increasingly close.

Like a group of mice that get too close together, their tails will eventually get tangled up—if this continues, Ysgard may never be able to break free from the assistance of the Gabai Kingdom and establish its own colonies on the continent of Elusia...

Ugh!

When have we ever suffered such humiliation?

The president sighed heavily in the mirror. Why are such talented people only found on the continent of Elusia?! We in Ysgard also wish we had people like that—wait a minute?

She suddenly looked at Nia, who returned a puzzled look, simply because she realized that the Miss President seemed to have encountered some kind of problem...

After a long silence.

Miss President tentatively asked a question:

"Since His Majesty the Regent can simultaneously serve as the Regent of Gaparia and the Prince of Bayezid... then why don't we reverse the roles and have him also serve as the Regent of Isgard?"

"So you're buying a new hen instead of hatching it yourself because the hen can't lay eggs, right?!"

"But tell me, is there a problem with this?"

"It seems...there isn't one?"

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

No faults were found in the President's speech.

............

In another lounge, Yang Hao and Fen were urgently contacting Theresa, who was far away in the Purple Palace, and had a maid bring over the latest industrial progress of Gaparia.

Theresa was confused as to why she was being consulted about a problem that Finn and Yang Hao could handle. Yang Hao and Finn explained that this was a major issue affecting the entire United Nations, and everyone should try to get together and discuss it.

"So... the main issue is the port? And Isgard is willing to use a black dragon full of industrial knowledge as collateral? Maybe she can get Bayerzans to have an independent industry?"

"That's roughly it. After all, Oak Industries can't leave the Elf Forest, and the shipyard in that port still needs regular maintenance. It would be best to build a parts manufacturing plant nearby as well—in this case, Bayerzens is the best choice. And we do need these technological reserves."

"Oh, I see... but isn't that a decision for you to make? Aren't you my future husband?"

“Trust is one thing in personal relationships, but we need to be clear about this important matter. I don’t want to cause you any trouble, and I don’t want you to overthink things, Theresa.”

If Theresa herself were here, Yang Hao would probably be reaching out and ruffling her hair right now. But Theresa isn't here, so Yang Hao can only patiently explain the necessity of doing so to this silly cat.

Finn, who was standing nearby, was quite jealous. She got up and pretended to go to Yang Hao's side to get some water. However, in front of Theresa, she actually climbed onto Yang Hao's back, which made the atmosphere in the conference room much quieter.

Theresa's lips twitched, while Finn nonchalantly drank her water, saying, "It's fine to talk like this." Yang Hao subconsciously sighed, thinking that if it were Theresa, he would probably be under a lot of pressure, but now he felt nothing but a little bit of arrogance.

Yang Hao didn't have time to utter this hurtful feeling that Fen might hold a grudge for a lifetime before he was forced to swallow it back down by the work he was about to do.

"In short, the port, industry, and shipyard can be left to Bayerzans to handle... After all, although Bayerzans is not rich in labor, it is still much richer than the elves."

But the elves can't sit idly by either. After some training, those demons can become excellent laborers thanks to their racial advantages... Besides, their hatred for the Roman Empire is immense, and the emotions of the [Remnants] haven't completely dissipated. So I think it's feasible to intervene in the war given the many benefits offered by Isgard—after all, when I went to rescue Anna and the others, I was, in a sense, just declaring war.

But unlike the previous assumption of "declaring war without actually fighting," this time we are definitely going to intervene in the war. However, we cannot choose a place already embroiled in internal strife... Let the parishes fight amongst themselves; we can consider invading from the west.”

"west?"

"Over there at the ranches. The terrain there is flat and open, which is perfect for elven archers. And frankly, cities built on the ranches aren't very sturdy. They're drafty, and they don't have enough troops to muster—so if we have to choose a direction to attack, starting with the western ranches is the best option."

"Once we attack the west, we can clear the coast together and rendezvous with the Issugardian forces at Drake Harbor. Then we can rest. Anyway, the Issugardians can't push in, and we can't possibly risk our precious lives to help them, can we?"

"That sounds like a good fit... but what if Ysgard asks?"

Yang Hao shrugged at this. His action was originally meant to cause a deep ripple in Theresa's breasts, but when Finn was on his back, it had no effect whatsoever.

This made Theresa on the magical screen want to laugh but couldn't, while Finn's face turned ashen. Fortunately, Yang Hao didn't notice the little elf's expression on his back at all, and instead gave a pretentious explanation:

"We've almost run out of supplies to produce spare parts for your resupply and repairs! Why don't you use the ammunition you have for now, and we'll resupply first and then consider it further?"

They had no idea what the oak factory in Gaparia was all about, nor did they know that our factory was an unmanned factory that only required oak trees to operate... They viewed our industrial production through the lens of their own industry. Given their extreme ignorance of us, they could probably understand what the problem of "insufficient industrial quotas" meant, and could only helplessly agree to our decision to set up camp on the spot.

After all, in the eyes of the Issugardians, a factory worker can only supply one factory's products. No matter how many factories are built, without workers, they can't produce anything. So, if we openly accuse them of hogging resources... well, what reason could they possibly have to be angry with us?

In the understanding of the Isgardians, a factory is a product that must be operated by workers. If the number of workers exceeds the number of factories, it is impossible to provide additional production capacity. Conversely, if the number of factories exceeds the total number of workers, newly built factories will also be unable to provide production capacity.

This is the industry of Issugard, and also the industry of Bayer Zander in the future.

But in Gaparia, the factory is a fully automated workshop controlled by [Oak].

The number of oak factories the elves build determines the production capacity of those factories. In this situation, the only thing limiting production capacity would probably be a shortage of raw materials.

But Isgard had absolutely no idea what the elven industry was all about! They naively assumed the elves' industry was simply a bit more advanced than theirs, completely unaware that the two countries' industrial bases were fundamentally different...

This would mislead the Isugardians, which would benefit Yang Hao and his team—what could be better than that? Yang Hao wondered if there was anything better.

So in the end, everyone approved of Yang Hao's plan to "slack off while fighting." It was just a pity for the people of Isugard, who were still kept in the dark—if they knew that Yang Hao had come up with such a vicious and despicable plan, they'd probably want to kidnap him and hand him over to their president to do whatever he wanted.

But they don't know that now. That's fine.

Soon, the break time was over.

The ironclad warships of Arese appeared in front of the port. After confirming several times that the flag of the Elven Kingdom was flying over the port, they ran as far away as possible. The rumors that the elves held grudges had already spread throughout Arese through the caravan. Even the emperor of Arese probably wouldn't dare to provoke this powerful nation that had defeated the parish's northern expeditionary force.

However, just after the ironclad warship of Alessar left the port with a large number of sailing ships that had been temporarily fitted with iron hulls, the negotiations between Isogard and Gabai in the conference room of the Green Courtyard seemed unusually harmonious at this moment.

One was like dry tinder eager to be ignited, and the other was like a raging fire eager to be set ablaze. They hit it off immediately and their conversation became increasingly harmonious.

After confirming with the three of them that Gaparia had agreed to send troops, Nia signed her name on the previous contract with satisfaction. She then proposed another deal: "Your Majesty the Regent has taken so much from us for free, why not reciprocate with the knowledge in your mind? If possible, Isgard would like to acquire your knowledge through a trade."

Leaving aside Fen's blank expression upon hearing this, Yang Hao smiled and said: "Sure, why not?"

He then generously presented the concept and technology of the [Teleportation Book], which can only be used in areas with high magical energy. This technology has been proven to be feasible in the current teleportation network of the Roman Empire. Since it can be used on large portals, then it is even more permissible to scale it down.

Finn was initially worried that this technology might give Ysugard a significant boost in national power—but as Yang Hao spoke, and Nia the Black Dragon's expression changed, Finn suddenly realized that this was no longer a generous gift from Yang Hao to Ysugard!

This is a complete trap!

"...Your Majesty Yang Hao, have you forgotten that our country is a region with a severe shortage of magic?" Nia's expression was genuinely unpleasant; it was like seeing the most delicious seafood dish in the world, only to find herself suffering from a seafood allergy. "The technique you've presented is indeed very tempting, but our country simply doesn't have the magic to do it, so..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hao was quite surprised: "Won't our two countries be trading magic storage devices later? Then you can create your own local surplus magic, right? Although it's only temporary, it should be enough to supply small teleportation portals, shouldn't it?"

Upon hearing his words, even Fen looked as if she had seen a ghost: Yang Hao, Yang Hao, you're not just digging a pit for the Isgard people, you're trying to make them our dogs in the future!

On a continent where magic is scarce, to instill in a nation already lacking in magic an insatiable thirst for it... in a sense, this is truly squandering its resources, especially considering that magic like teleportation is a strategic-level spell regardless of its location, while the magic resources within Isgard simply cannot support the consumption of such magic...

Yang Hao first gave Ysgard a front-row seat to appreciate this powerful technology up close, and then added when the other party sighed in regret: I have the raw materials you need most for sale here.

Originally, Ysgard was unable to resist the magic power of the continent of Elusia, nor could he resist the temptation of the [magic storage device] created by Gaparia and Bayrzens.

Now, they're even more terrified after seeing the [Magic Storage Device]—after all, Elusia's magic power is directly linked to the very foundation of their future nation! No matter how much Gaparia raises the price, Isgard will have no choice but to bite the bullet and buy it...

Once Isgard gets used to the convenience of future teleportation, he will be even more unable to leave behind the wonders it brings, and even more unable to leave behind his dependence on magic.

Just like an elf who, once she tastes the wonders of love, is completely unable to extricate herself...

If Ysgard really accepts Yang Hao's gift, he'll probably be nothing more than a dog of the United Nations from now on.

Fen was both amused and exasperated by Yang Hao's ruthless killing, but hadn't Yang Hao given Isgard a chance to consider it?

If Issugard is willing to give up this gift, then it might be able to hold its head high and engage in a more equal trade with the United Nations.

Once you accept it, there's really no way to leave...

Yang Hao waited with a smile for Nia's reply. He felt that she must be in a very difficult situation, having to make a deal that would be humiliating and unavoidable in the future while preserving national sovereignty. He imagined that this black dragon must be suffering greatly inside.

He was even prepared to wait a month for a reply, but just as Yang Hao was about to take a sip of juice to calm down—

Surprisingly, Nia the Black Dragon readily accepted the gift. It was as if she was certain Yang Hao wouldn't be so ruthless towards Ysgard afterward; she generously accepted the proposal and even demanded that Yang Hao hand over the technology to her that very night so she could immediately transmit it back to China.

This extremely unusual change left Yang Hao and Fen somewhat bewildered, and for a moment they even began to doubt whether the lack of magic in Ysgard was real.

Before they could come up with an answer, Nia made an even more significant request: "Since our three countries have already cooperated to this extent, given the impending war, why don't we simply share intelligence to facilitate the upcoming conflict? What do you think?"

The sharing of military intelligence made Yang Hao and his team hesitate, but it was as if they wanted to press their advantage.

Nia then presented the major news from her side:

Those elite troops of Alesser appear to have been sent to protect the Roman Imperial Palace. And, if nothing unexpected happens, this is a secret deal between Prince Gassen of the Roman Empire and Emperor Alesser.

"They might strengthen the palace's defenses, putting your plan to rescue the young empress under heavy pressure, Your Majesty. We happen to have the route of that army's advance... What are your thoughts?"

She reached into the soft flesh of her breasts and, right in front of Fen's displeased expression, took out a letter and placed it on the table. She smiled at Yang Hao, waiting for his reply, whose face was grim.

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Nia reached into the soft flesh of her breasts and, right in front of Fen's displeased expression, took out a letter and placed it on the table. She smiled at Yang Hao, waiting for his reply, whose face was grim.

Yang Hao was still pondering what Nia had just said—what had she just said?

"They might strengthen the palace's defenses, putting your plan to rescue the young empress under heavy pressure, Your Majesty. We happen to have the route of that army's advance... What are your thoughts?"

No... Garsen, I know you are a despicable usurper. You betrayed me, you stabbed your own brother and sister-in-law, you cut out your own niece's tongue, all just to make yourself the most powerful person in the Roman Empire—I can understand that.

I can understand why you would ask the army of the Kingdom of Alessar for help in suppressing the rebellion. After all, even if the Roman Empire's national army is newly established, and even if Robert the bird knight is leading the troops, it is impossible for them to develop the strength to deal with the current rebels. So, even if I dislike you and am unhappy with your idea, I can understand why you would ask the Alessars to quell the rebellion: after all, you have no other choice.

But you fucking let the elite of the Kingdom of Alessar occupy your palace, and let the Alessars replace the Imperial Knights to protect your homeland.

What's going on? What happened?

This is like a bank not having security guards to watch its vault, but instead hiring a few bank robbers from who-knows-where to help watch the vault—how could you do such a thing?

While comparing Alessar to a bank robber might be a bit of an exaggeration, let's be honest, Garsen, what do you think is the difference between the Roman Empire right now and a young girl running around naked at night?

The big brother Ysgard is already drooling over you, and you, to avoid dying from insecurity, simply hired a slightly weaker but still powerful black man as your bodyguard?

On Earth, Yang Hao had only ever seen similar plots in some strange minotaur comics... and Garsen, you actually made it happen?

It was so unexpected that Yang Hao was almost incapable of thinking. In short, he just stared blankly at the envelope on the table for a long time before he realized something.

What Garsen did that made him lose his mind and order the Alessars to protect the capital is irrelevant.