Miss President wants to talk to you

He quickly emphasized, "I'll handle this myself; you can't even ask any questions!"

Goodness, Rosef really doesn't respect her own status at all.

You're the president, my lady!

Diplomacy is very much about equality of status, kings to kings, generals to generals.

There are only four Red Luo characters who can get Rosef to appear.

These four people are divided into three categories:

The first tier consists of the supreme leader, the true holder of power.

The second tier consists of the head of state (chairman of the executive committee) and the head of government (chairman of the people's committee).

The third tier is the People's Commissar for Foreign Affairs.

Apart from that, no one deserves a personal audience with Rosef.

Just two technicians.

Even the Secretary of State can't show up!

After Eleanor explained everything to Rosef, the white hamster nodded as if it understood.

She didn't quite understand the other things.

But if you give it all to Eleanor, she can still understand it.

……

Soon, the Department of Justice submitted a temporary entry permit application to the State Department, citing the needs of the case.

The State Council issued two restrictive visas under the pretext of "technical assistance in foreign-related criminal cases".

These two visas are of great significance.

This marks the first time in twenty years that official personnel of the Red Alliance have been allowed to set foot on Norton Federation soil.

In addition, Eleanor was not idle; he went to Edgar's office.

"Edgar, help me find a few people."

Eleanor sat directly in Edgar's chair, while Edgar stood to the side.

"Find me the best drinker in your investigation bureau. Remember, being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk is just the bare minimum!"

Edgar was stunned.

No, bro, can you just say that outright?

The federal prohibition law hasn't been completely repealed yet!

It's just a slight adjustment now; you can drink a little wheat juice!

"You don't need to ask any unnecessary questions."

Eleanor didn't have time to explain. "Just get me the men. Let me think. Two, at least two."

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Edgar stopped asking.

Eleanor had his reasons for making this arrangement; he just needed to carry it out himself.

A secret agent with a high alcohol tolerance?

After a moment's thought, Edgar came up with several names.

I shouldn't disappoint Eleanor.

……

Two days later.

Metropolitan Port.

A passenger ship that had transferred from Sokovia slowly docked.

A chapter of unexpected hope

Brothers, the most difficult time for this book is finally over!

As you all know, this book was previously reported.

The situation was actually quite dangerous; the book almost got lost.

Fortunately, all the problems have now been resolved!

Thinking back on these past few days, they haven't been easy at all.

Besides writing, I spend almost all my time revising the previous text and waiting for the review notification.

This is an extremely energy-consuming activity, and it also affects the quality of the writing and updates.

Ugh.

Thankfully, it's all in the past!

Here, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to my editor, Sparrow.

Without his strong support and the repeated back-and-forth of the review process, we would never have gotten through this safely.

Thank you again so much, and I wish him good health!

The book has undergone many revisions in its earlier chapters, too numerous to list, but the main ones are as follows:

1. The setting of the Rhine Empire has been greatly changed, leaning more towards the Second Empire rather than the Third Empire.

2. Ms. Hiltstein (whose name was changed to Hardenberg for a time) is no longer available.

3. A few characters' names have also been slightly modified, but it's not a big deal.

There were some changes, but none of them affected the plot.

These changes were made to preserve the book, and I hope everyone can understand.

……

Now that the bad news is over, it's time for some good news.

If all goes well, this book will be published on Sanjiang next week.

For me, this is like a rebirth.

Many readers previously guessed that I came from another website, but actually I am not; I am a local writer on Qidian.

I wrote my first book in 2019 when I was still in college. I wrote 300,000 words but didn't get a contract. I was terrible at it.

The second time was in 22. It had an initial order of 94, and after three months of writing, it ended with an average order of 700.

The third time was in 23, with an initial order of 1100. By then, I had already become somewhat proficient.

The fourth time was in 24. I won't go into the specifics of the first order, as I might be recognized, but anyway, the results were pretty good.

At that moment, I really thought I was about to take off.

Then, 25 years later, a sudden illness completely devastated me.

I could no longer write books and could only focus on recovering from my illness, which lasted for more than half a year.

That was a time of extreme despair, because my condition could worsen at any moment, and I could die.

At that time, I felt like I was walking on the edge of a cliff, trembling with fear, as if a gust of wind could send me tumbling into an abyss.

That's so cruel.

I'm only in my early twenties, and I'm about to face death directly.

But in the end, the worst didn't happen, and I recovered.

I won't die.

However, this disease is incurable. Although it does not affect lifespan, one must live with it for the rest of their life.

It took me a long time to adjust my mindset.

Then I decided to start a new life.

But then, I suddenly discovered an extremely terrifying fact.

I can't write books anymore.

Before this book, I wrote countless beginnings, but each one was worse than the last.

No achievements, no highlights, and no readers.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't get back to my previous state at all, and what I write is no different from garbage.

Moreover, my typing speed has slowed down.

In the past, I could write 3000 words per hour, and writing 10,000 words a day was as easy as drinking water.

But now, being able to churn out 1000 words in an hour is already incredibly difficult.

This feeling of having lost all my skills is something I cannot describe in words.

Like someone who has fallen into a deep valley, covered in mud, unable to climb out, only able to sit in the mud and look up at the moon in the sky.

But I can't accept this fate.

I'm already a patient; I can't afford to become a useless person.

After a period of self-adjustment, I decided to try again.

I read through all the books I had written in the past.

The spirituality revealed in those words is completely foreign to me; I can't even imagine that I wrote them.

Is it even possible to write this kind of script?

I do not know.

But if I give up writing books from now on, I will never be able to write them again.

This idea inspired me.