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

But after being scolded by the nun who was too exhausted to move after lying in bed all night, Yang Hao obediently put on his pants, changed his clothes, and kissed his wife's cherry lips one last time before being kicked out of the room with a bitter face.

Outside the door, Fen, who had gotten up early to plan her day, had been waiting for him for a long time. Seeing the man emerge from the bedroom clutching his backside, she sneered a few times, then walked over and, in a huff, took Yang Hao's left arm:

"I told you long ago, Theresa can't stand how rough you are every night."

"Isn't it because she wants a child..."

"So that's your reason for doing it several times a night? I'm starting to wonder if I went a bit too far with the elven magic I gave you... Oh well. Anyway, we can always come back if there are any problems, and Naruja and the others are at home, so there's no need to worry about Theresa being lonely..."

"Ugh..."

Yang Hao sighed, while the little elf kept comforting and advising him—and so, at breakfast time, they sat down in the private restaurant of the Purple Palace.

It was called breakfast, but it wasn't really a formal meal—it was just a meal prepared in advance to accommodate Yang Hao and the others' departure, since there were still two hours until the original breakfast time.

Therefore, today only those who are going out will be having breakfast.

Yang Hao, Fen, and Elena—that's just the three of them.

However, Lalumia came over after receiving word of it. In fact, she had been wanting to come for a while, just waiting for Yang Hao to emerge from his bed.

They ate breakfast together happily before their parting. Throughout, Yang Hao kept muttering to himself, his face filled with worry, fearing that Theresa might collapse from exhaustion while handling official duties at home. He always acted this way when it came to Theresa, and everyone was used to it. They simply responded with a couple of nods and that was it.

After all, they all knew Theresa well—don't let her delicate appearance fool you, she was already a powerful monarch... It's no exaggeration to say that even without Yang Hao, she could manage Bayerzs like a paradise on earth, not to mention that she was only a little busier in the last two years.

Moreover... as everyone knows, Theresa was not alone.

"Helplessly: Yang Hao, I can contact Her Majesty Theresa through the domestic magic network at any time, so please don't worry anymore..."

“Exactly, exactly. I’ll take care of Theresa all the time, okay? Even if she gets lonely, Naruja and the others at home will keep her company and have fun. Instead of worrying that Theresa won’t be able to work properly, you should worry that little Anna might sneak out to play one day.”

"You guys?! Aren't you just making him even more worried?!"

The words of the synthetic doll and the deity made the man even more listless. The elf couldn't help but curse a couple of times before quickly trying to soothe him.

However, Yang Hao is a mature man after all—he remained poised and graceful as he left. He didn't turn back every ten steps.

Soon, at 8:00 AM, Yang Hao and his two companions arrived at Drake Port, which was controlled by the Isgard Colonial Army, using teleportation magic, and met up with the guards who were already waiting there.

Yang Hao didn't have many guards on this trip.

Ten elven masters, both warriors and mages, wield modified Japa 1404 rifles. They can unleash wide-range strategic magic, gain an overwhelming advantage in close combat, and even snipe enemies accurately from a distance.

This is the core of Yang Hao's guards.

In addition, the ten elite hunters are also the most skilled hero-level units in Yang Hao's guard team, specializing in urban warfare and monster combat.

Not to mention the last ten magical dolls.

The magical dolls carried a large number of body parts at once. They could not only disguise themselves as high-society figures in diplomatic settings to win favor, but also transform into combat bodies to fight their way through enemy lines. With Elena also present, even if a magical doll died, its consciousness could be re-uploaded, making them the most dangerous assault team members in the escort team for this trip.

There were a total of thirty guards, plus a large amount of supplies, making thirty-three people including myself.

Considering that the place he was going to was relatively safe, Yang Hao felt it was alright, albeit barely.

But then again...

"..."

What's with this music? And then again, why is the road to the port covered with red carpet?

Yang Hao and Fen stared blankly at the Ysgard colonial army playing music and the red carpet leading to the port. Although the red carpet wasn't new, it was still clear that it had been thoroughly cleaned.

Similarly, although the music played by the soldiers of Isgard was not very synchronized, the joy contained in the music still pleased Yang Hao and his companions.

"Confused: It is said that this is something that humans do only when bidding farewell to highly respected people...Confused: But isn't this something that is only done for people within one's own country?"

The synthetic doll muttered to itself, standing somewhat timidly on Yang Hao's other side.

Fen, however, glared defiantly with dead fish eyes and continued to hold Yang Hao's left arm. Realizing that the synthetic doll was merely pretending, she calmly made a joke:

"Perhaps Isgard will become part of the United Nations in the future. Haha, that's funny."

The little elf thought it was a joke, but within a few months, she regretted telling it.

Yang Hao and his entourage calmly walked onto the red carpet to the sound of music. After walking for less than two minutes, they finally met General Piss and his entourage, who were lined up to greet them, at the port.

"General Piss."

"Your Majesty Yang Hao. Thank you for coming to Isgard—Lady Nia has already told us. But as expected, there's simply no way to hold a sufficiently grand celebration at Drake Port right now. I can only send soldiers who know military music to make up the numbers temporarily."

General Piss laughed heartily, then bowed deeply to Yang Hao.

After learning about Yang Hao's purpose for this trip from Lady Nia, he immediately realized the importance of this event.

If nothing unexpected happens, His Majesty Yang Hao might be able to bring about an explosive increase in the national strength of Isugard.

Even if he keeps it hidden, it's still a good thing that will allow Ysgard to improve for more than ten years.

In this situation, only a fool would do nothing—General Piss is no fool, and besides, the entire colonial army owes His Majesty Yang Hao a favor.

If it weren't for His Majesty Yang Hao's willingness to send troops to rescue them, the colonial army would probably be finished, and I would have become a bald commander.

If it weren't for His Majesty Yang Hao's previous assistance, the colonial army wouldn't have been able to acquire such a large amount of land, let alone gain the upper hand in the war against the Roman Empire.

All of the above combined, in a sense, the United Nations is the living parents of the colonial army, and Yang Hao himself is the benefactor of every colonial soldier!

So... General Piss used every means at his disposal to collect the red carpets he could find and brought out all the usable musical instruments from the army's warehouses—but the problem is, their expedition was for invasion, so how could they possibly keep musical instruments in their precious ship cabins?

So, they had to figure out how to make one on the spot, or use a Roman instrument. As a result, what was originally an epic piece of music now became a cheerful, childlike melody...

Ugh!

General Piss believed he had done everything in his power.

Piss wanted to show Yang Hao the respect he and the colonial army had for him, and to demonstrate Isgard's welcome to the United Nations—but unfortunately, the equipment on site wasn't suitable...

Ugh!

General Piss sighed inwardly once more. He felt somewhat ashamed.

But Yang Hao helped General Piss to his feet and shook his hand:

"Your colonies are not yet fully stable, and resources are scarce, so it's good that Isgard has this intention."

Moreover, Issugard and the United Nations are now brothers, and I believe the President of Issugard understands that efficiency is paramount in bilateral exchanges—that's all, General Piss. Thank you for your welcome, and we must be on our way."

"...Thank you for your understanding."

What an understanding man!

General Piss sighed and watched Yang Hao's retreating figure walk towards the distant, docked Division-class ironclad warship.

Feeling uncomfortable under the soldiers' gaze, Yang Hao followed the sailors onto the deck of the ironclad warship. As he walked, he deliberately stomped his foot hard on the ground.

The ground beneath my feet felt like wood. The ship looked well-maintained. If I had to point out anything wrong with it, perhaps the turrets covered in white sheets were a bit of an eyesore...

"So this is an ironclad warship? Hmph... When you told me about it before, I thought it was one of those warships made entirely of metal. But now that I see it, although the hull is indeed iron, most of the parts are probably made of wood, right?"

Finn also looked around curiously. There was still some time before the ship officially set sail, and the guards were carrying supplies. In a sense, they still had time to stroll around the deck a few times.

When faced with Fen's question, Yang Hao simply shrugged:

"After all, it's simply unrealistic to make a ship out of pure metal... not only is it heavy, but more importantly, it would be extremely difficult to manufacture."

Therefore, most ironclad ships are only constructed with metal extensively in areas like the armor plating, keel, and turrets... However, the ironclad ships in Ysgard look like early ironclad ships, don't they? Of course, they do use steam engines.

"uh-huh?"

"You can tell just by looking at the turret layout. In a sense, the Isgardians haven't really moved beyond the warship model of the sailing age... Although my words had a lot of influence on Nia at the time, the only manifestation of the 'cannon behemoth' is actually the large-caliber cannons mounted around it."

However, the layout of these cannons is flawed... especially the cannons in the middle...

Yang Hao spoke eloquently about his insights, while Finn and Elena looked thoughtfully at the turret Yang Hao was pointing to.

Soon, the two clever people discovered the problem.

The central turret has an extremely narrow field of fire; in a sense, it can only attack from very small angles.

Furthermore, due to the obstruction of the forward bridge structure, if the midship turrets wanted to turn their guns to attack targets on the other side, they would have to make a large detour from north to south...

Its design didn't allow for 360° rotation, and the Isgardians compensated for this turret's firepower by not moving the bridge forward, but by installing additional small turrets on either side of the main turret...

However, due to their respective design flaws, those smaller turrets not only severely restricted the crew's movement on deck, but also posed a significant risk that, when the central turret fired, the ejected shell casings might smash some unfortunate crew member's head...

In a sense, the ironclad ships of Ysgard were flawed early designs. However, as noble ironclads, they were more than capable of overwhelming ordinary sailing warships. But this doesn't mean the Division-class ironclads can continue to benefit from the naval warfare reforms for several more years.

Not only Yang Hao knew this, but his two girls knew it, and even Heilong, who had been eavesdropping from the very beginning, knew it perfectly well.

"So, what are Your Majesty's ideas for improvement?"

The black dragon that emerged from behind the central turret covered by a white cloth caught Yang Hao off guard, causing the talkative Yang Hao to awkwardly shut his mouth, and also making Fen, who was standing to the side, look somewhat displeased.

Before Yang Hao could speak, Elena on the other side said that it was inappropriate.

"Helplessly: Miss Nia... Due to our position, we should not offer suggestions on the design of Ysgard."

"I know—but since Mr. Yang Hao has been here for the past two years, he's practically one of us, so it's okay to say it, right?"

Helplessly: It's just been these past two years.

"hehe."

The battle between the synthetic dolls and the black dragon ended quickly. Nia didn't reveal her carefully planned and soon-to-be-used grand scheme for the sake of designing a mere warship.

She suppressed her growing craving and desire for Yang Hao, and after elegantly inviting everyone to rest in the bridge room, she finally found an opportunity to talk to Yang Hao face-to-face about the current situation in Ysgard.

Although the presence of two more expected figures made her feel somewhat constrained, Nia still tried her best to let Yang Hao discover her beauty after putting on her most beautiful dress. To this end, she even remembered to spray some perfume on herself beforehand.

Facing the flamboyantly dressed and fragrant black dragon, Yang Hao, while enduring the elf's twisting punishment at his waist, smiled nonchalantly:

"So... I don't need to start working immediately after arriving in Isgard. Instead, I'll spend about five days settling in before meeting Miss Margarita directly?"

"To be precise, we'll meet directly after we disembark. Margarita has given you a number of privileges, the most important of which is that you can have private meetings with her at any time without any further approval."

"Oh?"

"Simply put, if you reach a conclusion after meeting with Margarita, Margarita will implement it directly after studying its feasibility, instead of wasting time in meetings. Of course, Margarita will definitely ask you a lot of questions, so I hope Mr. Yang Hao can be prepared."

The President of Isgard had high hopes for Yang Hao's arrival—but ultimately, as the ruler of a country, the President was not the type to unconditionally trust Yang Hao.

She gave Yang Hao power that other officials and staff envied, but on the other hand, she would not unconditionally implement the various policies proposed by Yang Hao.

In other words, Yang Hao had to explain the principles and feasibility to her before she would consider whether to implement it directly.

That's normal, but she didn't seem to mention how to handle the subsequent political repercussions.

Yang Hao looked at Nia with a strange expression: After experiencing so much, he had come to understand that sometimes the obstacles to policy implementation were not technological limitations, but rather the influence of political interests.