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Some time later, the indignant Prime Minister of the Mushroom Kingdom declared:
-- Chuviha, you sent us the first batch of personal observers, everything was fine, everything was according to the agreement. They arrived with their own weapons – that’s great, they can defend themselves against chihuahua attacks. But... they are all dressed in your clothes! They walk around, waving their sleeves! And these... what are they called... well, it’s even indecent to talk about them in public... pants! They are violating the most important and almost the only laws of our country! Immediately undress your observers so that they look decent, otherwise we will impose sanctions!

By the way, Aretz, I think the word "evil" is unnecessary here.

I agree. Any corporation implies a gathering of capitalists, which means it is inherently evil.

And then I triple it.

I agree completely.

Dude, but you have a corporate brothel...

Kosh, are you holding military parades? And on the territory of the Mushroom Kingdom?
We should consider organizing tourist groups to visit the cat military bases.

Shaman, but this only proves the statement.

For the next forty minutes, Hector held a remote meeting with the other corporate leaders. The discussion revolved around upcoming negotiations, and this time, the leadership decided to leave Amory Draco at home and send Hector instead, as he was considered a more suitable person to converse with the leader of the chosen state for negotiations. - Leticia, prepare the plane. We're flying to Kvasardastan.

-Your Highness! - Richard Lazenhege, who had been the unwavering assistant and chief advisor to Kvasard the Great for six years, burst into the comfortable, imposing office. Over that time, he had learned better than anyone how to sense the dictator's mood and anticipate his decisions. Simultaneously, Richard was the main pillar of the corporations of Kvasardastan, the person to whom their owners – some of the wealthiest people in the region – could entrust their affairs. Skillfully maneuvering between the aging ruler and the monopolies that were gaining more and more power, the forty-year-old assistant was well aware of how momentous the news he was about to deliver to Kvasard would be.
To any inexperienced observer, the dictator's chambers on the seventy-seventh floor of the towering structure known as the Temple might seem insufficiently secure. But in reality, in this place, the walls were covered with a multi-layered cladding of ultra-strong metal, and the armored windows could withstand a hit from a rifle bullet. As always, Kvasard the Great was seated in a comfortable leather armchair, with his legs crossed and reading something. Unlike most of the local residents, the dictator never smoked, drank, or took drugs.
-Your Highness! - Richard feigned fatigue and as if he was out of breath from a long run. -I was just informed that people from Ventorum are on their way to a business meeting with you.
-Really? - Kvasard's thoughtful voice was heard, as he continued reading. Apparently, the dictator was in a good mood today, which didn't happen often. -We often have guests. And what do they need?
-I can't say for sure. - the assistant hesitated, wiping drops of sweat from his forehead. -But I think that will become clear very soon.
-Well, let them fly then. Make sure they are guaranteed the safety of the airspace. I'm even curious about what they need from me personally, heh-heh.
-It will be done. - Richard sighed with relief.
It turned out to be even simpler than he had anticipated, and he didn't have to persuade Kvasard. All that remained was to warn everyone else to avoid potential problems. Since the semi-abandoned airport on the outskirts of the city was not the best place to meet guests, as usual, the landing pad directly on the territory of the Temple would be used for this purpose.

Well, it's worth a try.

Even though I have a monarchy, and political freedoms took a bit of a hit yesterday, yesterday it was written like this:

The compassionate population of 23 million The Great Waterians are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

Therefore, I don't see anything wrong with inviting my socialist comrades to negotiations.
I invite The Armed Republic of Sciencecracy and The Colony of Aghar to visit my hospitable country with its stunning nature. I just happen to have a country residence for important negotiations with an appropriate level of security. There will be an opportunity to discuss the details of an alliance agreement (military alliances can be different), and if desired, to sign it. I also invite the Minister of Education of Sciencecracy (or whatever you call him) to come. I have some thoughts about another document.

In general, I have sent the official invitation, and whether or not to come is up to you.

A Brief History of the Free Republic of Champignon (FRC).

Long ago, about thirty years ago, there existed a small but very developed and wealthy state called Epylandia. It had a southern region and a mountainous terrain, and one of the largest rivers in the world originated there. Other states constantly made Epylandia richer and richer, lending it money at interest, not to mention the trade, which grew year after year. The Epylandians were hardworking and educated, knew many languages, and could solve complex mathematical problems in their heads.
Perhaps things would have continued this way, but then came the age of satellites. One day, one such satellite flew over Epylandia and took detailed photographs of the country. And then the Epylandians were shocked: the satellite discovered an entire city right next to them. A huge city with strange structures like pyramids, and all of this was hidden in such a... in such a place that no one had ever seen this city.
Immediately, a large group of researchers and archaeologists were sent there. Upon arriving at the site, to their surprise, they discovered a whole bunch of savages. Absolutely naked savages. And these savages suddenly grabbed sticks and, with clearly unfriendly intentions, rushed to attack the strangers. The Epylandians ran so fast that even marathon runners would be envious, and, reaching their cars, they developed a speed close to Formula 1 records.
"Well, that's it!" sighed the unfortunate archaeologists and researchers, reaching the city. The adventure was terrifying and dangerous; they were almost killed, but at least they would have something to tell their children and grandchildren! And yes, they definitely need to tell the public about the discovery. Wait a minute, what is that in the distance, behind the mountains? It looks like a landslide, right? But why are the stones falling everywhere at the same time? Or are they not stones?
The next few minutes were a nightmare. Hundreds of thousands of naked savages with sticks broke into the city. They instantly crushed the police and the army, occupied all government buildings, and, moreover, all the supermarkets: there, the savages immediately began to experience the delights of civilized life in the form of chips, chocolate, and popcorn.
In a matter of days, Epylandia ceased to exist, and absolute anarchy reigned in the country. With superhuman efforts, the Epylandians managed to establish contact with the savages and establish at least a semblance of a parliament in the country, but the vast majority of parliamentarians were savages, not Epylandians. Otherwise, the savages threatened to eat all the Epylandian notebooks, believing that they were some kind of parsley or salad.
The Epylandians resigned themselves to their new government. After all, they decided that such intelligent and educated people as themselves would sooner or later have a positive influence on the savages and their IQ. Only, decades passed, and now it can be seen that exactly the opposite happened. People liked the absolute freedom and permissiveness so much that the vast majority accepted the ways of the savages and completely merged with them.
The savages themselves, due to their special traditional fondness for mushrooms, were called champignons, and later this name became the new name of the country and its inhabitants.
The currency in the country is marmalade. This is a special, extremely rare hallucinogenic mushroom of red color, growing in very, very difficult-to-reproduce conditions. So, in fact, the cultivation of this mushroom by the government of the FRC and some particularly large corporations is what constitutes the printing of money. It is impossible to counterfeit them if you are not a billionaire, and if a billionaire is involved in counterfeiting money... Well, so what, let him pay a kickback and go in peace.

I'm actually counting on the fact that "there are no atheists under fire."
Based on my personal experience, I can say that they might exist, but I haven't met any.
So, I'll think about it, of course. But you should also think about... easing the requirements for potential allies. Maybe a more tolerant attitude towards religiosity would be useful for you. Just in case.

All we require from you is a military alliance. Our military bases and air defense systems on your territory. Who you pray to is none of our business.

Therefore, I see no reason not to invite my socialist comrades to negotiations.
I invite The Armed Republic of Sciencecracy and The Colony of Aghar to visit my hospitable country with its stunning nature. I happen to have a country residence for important negotiations with an appropriate level of security. There will be an opportunity to discuss the details of the alliance agreement (military alliances can be different), and if desired, to sign it. I also invite the Minister of Education of Sciencecracy (or whatever you call him) to come. I have some thoughts about another document.

In general, I have sent the official invitation, and whether you come or not is up to you.

The official delegation of Sciencecracy (which includes the Minister of Education) accepts the invitation and departs.

Nebok is no better than Revan. We cannot allow other countries to set foot on our territory. It would be better to have a military-trade alliance, but without establishing bases. Simply, in the event of aggression from any of the countries, we would side with the ally.

While I'm advocating for a solution without military bases, half the country will already be occupied. With military bases, I can immediately respond to aggression. And in general, Arandor, don't interfere with our negotiations.

Arandor is not even close to being as good as Revan.

Let's see. For now, it seems better to me. But let them talk to Mage first.

We can't allow other countries to set foot on our territory.
It's better to have a military-trade alliance, but without deploying bases. Just in case of aggression from any of the countries, we'll support our ally.

In case of aggression, I certainly allow free carrying of weapons, and everyone in my army has undergone training, but a rifle against hydrogen bombs is not quite the right approach. So, having allied bases with their own air defense would be a good thing.

While I'm advocating for no military bases, half the country will already be occupied, but this way, I can immediately respond to aggression.

That's why we need common borders, like we have with Medj, so we can quickly come to each other's aid. If you want, you can choose the lands to the left of me.