The name "World Development Committee" quickly passed through the Federation Government, with the key factor being Mr. Truman’s persuasion using the "Bupen Treaty." He suggested that if possible, these advisors could also have their names recorded in history books.

Thus, these advisors no longer felt the impulse to oppose, and as for the President, there’s no doubt the history book page on the "Bupen Treaty" would read—

During... the tenure of the President, how rapidly the development of the Bail Federal proceeded, and on a certain year, month, and day, it led to the signing of the world-impacting "Bupen Treaty" with multiple nations...

So from the start, the President did not participate in the naming issue; he just watched everyone arguing fiercely with a smile.

While international attention was focused on the Federation, new problems emerged in the North.

Because the North discovered the largest open-pit silver mine in the world, this land is nominally in Isabella’s hands, and many are drooling over it.

Although it was previously contracted to Charlie (sister), according to the contract, it should now belong to Charlie (sister), but the Federation Government then announced the crimes of Charlie’s siblings.

The Mariluo Government also promptly declared Charlie’s siblings as wanted targets and pursued the harm they caused to the people of Mariluo in the silver speculation process.

Despite the fact that perhaps the entire country’s silver speculators add up to less than ten people.

In this process, the silver mine they signed naturally returned to "nationalized" status.

Some people started eyeing this silver mine, including the Mariluo President.

The Mariluo President is a middle-aged man in his forties, with silver-grey hair, coupled with deep blue eyes that give him a special charm.

He seems different from leaders of developed countries; he is not fat and has a good physique. People might even believe he is a celebrity.

He carries the lineage of Mariluo rulers, and it’s said that he has some blood relation to a certain major warlord.

But it doesn’t matter; he is just a puppet, and few people even want to follow his orders.

After the initial overthrow of Mariluo’s regime, a few years of stabilization followed, but then ethnic conflicts erupted again, with military leaders and the Opposition Sect continuously enacting coups, leading to the current chaos.

Warlords are rampant, the government is merely a facade, and if anyone dares to openly express dissatisfaction with the warlords’ actions, they would soon find their entire family hanging from street lamps.

In the Mariluo influenced and violent ruling environment, there’s no soil for pacifists to survive; without fighting, without having people to call upon, one cannot even speak loudly.

The warlord’s segmentation leaves the Mariluo Government unable to collect any money; maintaining the supposedly existing government operation is ultimately the will of those warlords.

They would donate some money to keep the government running rather than watching it collapse.

The collapse of the Mariluo Government isn’t good for anyone; if that happens, it signifies a rapid transition from warlord segmentation to divided rule.

The warlords face a troublesome situation; if they don’t conduct a unification war, each warlord would be equivalent to a small country.

Those who follow them will also strive for this. Compared to being a minor leader of a warlord, it’s better to be a ruling class of a country. The warlords don’t want this. A divided Mariluo doesn’t fit their interests.

But if they don’t let Mariluo divide, a unification war must be carried out, and without absolute certainty, these people won’t conduct a unification war!

So the best solution is to maintain Mariluo’s last governance.

The President sits in his office, representing supreme power, but... he feels no power; even when coordinating issues with some warlords, the tone in telegrams or phone calls is very humble.

He isn’t like a President; instead, he seems like a servant of these damned warlords.

Now, there is a new excitement on his face that he didn’t have before; he believes a fitting opportunity has arisen.

The silver mine in Isabella’s hands is a huge sum of money. If this silver can be mined and sold, despite silver’s current low price, just selling it amounts to astronomical wealth.

With money, people who are willing to sell their lives can be recruited.

Mariluo’s special environment places everyone in danger, coupled with racial hatred, giving everyone the potential to become a warrior.

After all, not participating in these battles may still lead to implication, or massacres by hostile races, so why not join warlords or other armed forces?

One can get a free weapon, a decent monthly salary, and also protect their family.

Thus, with money, there’s no worry about recruitment here.

The President believes, as long as he can hold wealth, he too can quickly possess his armed force like those warlords.

Then he would have the strength for equal dialogue with the warlords, and Mariluo’s political situation might change as a result.

In the office, besides him, there are five other people, these are the high officials of Mariluo, all are minister-level officials.

But they seem to live less well than minor warlord leaders, their simple clothes and exhausted spirit have none of the ruling class’s appearance.

"This is difficult, Isabella has the backing of the Federation people..." said the Speaker, who, according to the hierarchy of the Mariluo government, was second only to the Grand President.

He appeared to be in his sixties, with hair already gray, but in reality, he was less than ten years older than the Grand President.

The immense pressure caused him to suffer from insomnia frequently. Even though this government was merely a puppet, they often had to bear the responsibility of interacting with the international community.

Moreover, they genuinely wished to find some methods to change the current situation, caught between exhaustion from work and pressure from the warlords.

Who knows if a certain policy of theirs would make the warlords feel targeted, resulting in assassins being sent to send them to meet the possibly nonexistent deity of the Celestial Kingdom in the middle of the night.

The Grand President also sighed, "It is indeed a trouble, but only in this way, those people won’t dare to make a move on the silver mine."

"If they can’t make a move, we still have a chance. This might be the only possible opportunity I’ve seen in the past twenty years, we desperately need this money."

"Whether it’s for implementing some reforms or recruiting our own people, money is more important to us than anything else. It should be the top priority in our upcoming work."

Puppet rulers often fall into two extreme situations: one is complete incompetence, having given up on struggle and resistance, just wanting to enjoy whatever they can and await a new fate to arrive.

The other keeps resisting, continually accumulating experience from opposition, learning lessons from failures, and never giving up on ideals.

Pressure instead becomes their driving force for progress. This Grand President is such a person; he is always striving and understands what he lacks.

The Speaker was silent for a moment, "So do you plan to make the Federation people concede?"

The Grand President was silent for a while, "If I marry Isabella... would the situation change a bit?"

"She is a Mariluo, as am I, and my bloodline is purer. We have the possibility to unite."

"If I can become Isabella’s husband, then I would have the ownership rights of the silver mine, even if only in name."

"As for the next...", he pursed his lips, lowered his head, then gave a carefree smile, "it’s nothing more than betrayal, and how much to sell. If it can lead to the reunification of Mariluo, I think even if we lose some things, it is worth it."

"What we lose today, we can regain tomorrow."

Everyone in the room fell into silence. The Minister of Defense suddenly asked, "Doing so, we’ll have a hard time explaining to the public."

The Grand President seemed to have settled his idea, trying his best to persuade these people.

"The Federation people have already started reaching out to us. Look at Nagariel, which they’ve already called the ’New Federation’. It won’t be long before we might become the ’New Mariluo Federation’ ourselves."

"Whether we act or not, it will happen, so why do nothing to face it, rather than proactively do something?"

The Grand President’s words made a lot of sense. The Federation people had already started taking action in Mariluo, and in the controlled regions by the two warlords, they had taken over all responsibilities and duties that the government should bear.

If things continued to be left unchecked, Mariluo would be gradually eaten away, and they would be helpless!

People’s gazes turned towards the Speaker. Compared to their own more puppet-like state, the Speaker’s situation seemed slightly better.

The Grand President was also looking at him, his eyes full of pleading.

He needed someone to support him; he was just a puppet.

About a minute or two later, the Speaker nodded slightly, "There is no better way, perhaps you should try."

This sentence seemed to allow everyone to breathe a sigh of relief, then he asked again, "Where do you plan to start?"

The Grand President had long had a comprehensive plan, "First, contact Isabella."

At seven-thirty in the evening, Lynch had just finished dinner when someone called; it was someone from the northern front of Mariluo.

After he answered the phone, his expression became somewhat peculiar, then he responded a few times and hung up.

He looked at the phone on the table, and about three minutes later, the phone rang again.

After discarding the less valuable pleasantries and awkward opening remarks, Isabella directly stated the reason for her call.

"The Grand President called me today. He hopes to talk to me about our personal matters."

Lynch remained silent. He already knew.

Isabella didn’t expect Lynch to remain calm, and she had to continue explaining the situation, but by saying this, she lost the initiative.

"He wants to propose to me..."