readytorunbook Chapter 337 Chess Game (1)
Chapter 337 Chess Game (1)
At the airport, Mike Douglas looked up at the sky and saw Alice sitting in a huge plane, swooping down towards the ground. He stared blankly at the massive plane, which bore the words "Air Force One".
"This Alice, even the President of the United States didn't get to ride on Air One, but she did. And not only did she ride on it, but Air One is also incredibly huge!"
“Mr. Douglas, as far as I know, this is a top-secret Lockheed Martin project… located in California…”
"Oh? Interesting."
"The business representative next to Mike Douglas said, but compared to the business representative, Mike Douglas didn't mind these things. After all, a capitalist is a capitalist, and he, Mike Douglas, sat in the position of the United States!"
So, no matter what these capitalists say, he's glad someone can teach them a lesson, after all, his legitimate emergency government of the United States, Mike Douglas, has compromised too much with the capitalists!
The massive CL-1203, an upgraded version of the CL-1202, switched to a near-ground hovering thrust reverser module to reduce landing speed. The pilot skillfully landed the giant aircraft on the runway, the thrust reverser engines started, and the aircraft gradually decelerated.
Originally, Mike Douglas's only attitude towards the rebels in the United States was to eliminate them. But recently, Amelia was under too much pressure. He bluntly stated that if the United States could not provide assistance to the Western Ocean Treaty, then even after the Civil War ended, the Western Ocean Treaty would not help the United States rebuild, and neither trade nor technology would enter the Western Ocean Treaty's economic sphere.
But if peace is maintained and the United States is able to provide assistance to the Western Pacific Convention, then the Western Pacific Convention will provide aid for all the losses caused by the Civil War.
Alice also received this explanation, but the envoy from Amelancie who made the statement trembled and his lips quivered whenever he saw her. Afterwards, he secretly sent her a letter, which essentially asked Alice whether she still wanted her Amelancie.
Although Amelansi has come a long way, the country has modernized, and technology has advanced further. However, the framework set by Alice remains, and Alice's prestige has been tempered by time. At this critical juncture, people hope that a strong leader can lead the weakening Federal Republic of Amelansi to another glorious victory.
After all, no one could have imagined back then that a poor and weak, divided demon nation would become the world's beacon in the Western Continent.
And the one who led Amelia to glory, "that Alice," is naturally the strong woman that the people of Amelia cherish in their hearts.
Beneath her delicate and endearingly beautiful exterior, she led her people out of ignorance. She reshaped the culture of the Western Continent, transforming the Demon Realm into a "nation for all mankind." Magic transitioned from mystery to science, allowing people to rediscover the world. From then on, people were able to turn their gaze to the most remote regions of this land, to the coldest lands and the oldest ruins, to the deepest depths of the earth and the highest heavens, to the spaces once distorted by religion and legends. Now, people have set foot on these places, and all of this originated from Alice's reign.
And this very person is now inside a giant spacecraft, debating what to wear to this meeting.
“Alice, I have to say, based on what we know of Mike Douglas, he has quite the presence, and while the Midwest isn’t as extreme as the South, their values are still quite conservative. I think you absolutely have to wear a skirt.”
Beside her, Rafis Yao sighed. Alice's figure and appearance were almost the "most beautiful human being" sought after by all tailors and aesthetes in the world, but she had no concept of this in her daily life. When Alicia was still alive, she, as her mother, had to keep an eye on her. Now that Alicia was in the distant space, she didn't have the energy to care about Alice's clothes.
Her own attire was even more casual, ranging from an unmarked military uniform to a classic men's formal suit. However, Rafis Yao was not idle; she conjured up an outfit as if by magic.
"Um... Rafis, well, I think skirts are too inconvenient for movement! And also..."
"Wait, Miss Alice, this is something I made for you myself. Please don't let my efforts go to waste."
Alice wanted to wave her hand to refuse, but Rafis Yao had already seen through Alice. She wouldn't refuse other people's feelings. Rafis Yao had been by Alice's side for more than ten years and was no longer the child who wanted to become a knight. Now, although she was still by Alice's side, many things had changed.
She had been through a lot and already knew what kind of person Alice really was. She was glad that she had followed Alice's decision back then, even though it was hasty, because it had indeed changed the course of her life.
Alice, as expected, stopped refusing and allowed Raffis to remove her clothes. Raffis, taking Alice's personal aesthetic into account, did not give the piece a more ornate appearance, and—it was still a formal outfit.
Her upper body featured a red shirt with a white tie, a dark purple vest matching the formal jacket, and a skirt tucked into the shirt hem, ending a little above her ankles to reveal her calves in black stockings.
At this time, although women in the United States had begun to wear short skirts, this was mainly in the western and eastern regions where large cities were prevalent. In the Midwest, the stronghold of conservatives, old books admonishing women about morality were still selling well.
Rafis knew that Alice, as a radical progressive, was out of step with this, but they still didn't have the power to change things. In the West, on the Front's lands, both women and men had the right to choose freely, but in the agricultural Midwest, under the traditional agricultural economy, women rarely had the same right to choose as the women on the Front.
Alice Delalaye, despite her royal lineage, was a radical progressive from beginning to end. She promised freedom and a better tomorrow to all people.
Rafis saw it all; she was a dazzling star, while she was a dim satellite, accompanying her on her journey of freedom and shielding her from threats.
Alice tugged at her dark purple skirt, twirled around, and admired the classic yet unique outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror, then her smile vanished, replaced by a sharp expression.
"Let's go, Rafis."
The plane slowly came to a stop. Everyone had been waiting for a long time. For Alice, the United States would become the revolutionary base she envisioned, but not the final stop of the revolution. It would be a reliable support for this civilization's journey to the stars.