Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The roulette wheel began to spin, and the final result was double the amount of magic that had been taken away.

As a result, Ronan and Faith were compensated double.

Ronan was undoubtedly the person with the highest rank on the field, but unexpectedly, the person with the most magic power on the field was Faith.

Faith didn't care, but Ronan's magic power limit was already on the verge of breaking through, and this surge of magic power caused him to break through the limit directly.

Ronan initially thought it was just a breakthrough, after all, the magic of fate isn't just about breaking through the corresponding limit; it requires breaking through the limit and facing important life choices.

Ronan didn't think he had any choices to make at that moment.

But then, the Book of Destiny arrived.

"Love is about giving, and giving will always bring rewards."

"Hate will take, and only by taking can it last."

Left or right?

The left side likely means that in the next round, Ronan should try his best to accept the "judgment" himself and give the "descent" to Elena and the others as much as possible, while the right side is the opposite.

The phrase "love on the left is about giving" is something Ronan can't figure out. The phrase "hatred on the right is about taking" is something Ronan can roughly guess; it's probably about getting stronger by being beaten, and incidentally, increasing one's endurance.

Without thinking, I chose the left side.

Because that was Ronan's original plan. He has the power of the original species, so if he doesn't eat the harm, who will?

In an instant, his sea of ​​consciousness used the explanation of fifth-order magic. In addition to himself, the fifth-order magic user possessed ten sets of sword and shield armor. The armor could be put on others, and the floating shield and flying sword could also be used by others.

The third round was another trial.

In this round, Ronan's hand was absolutely terrible: the youngest woman, the man with the longest penis, and the tallest woman.

Ronan immediately declared himself the man with the longest penis.

On the other side, the one who launched the attack was someone using materialization magic.

You can even touch that?

Ronan could tell from the expressions on the other side that none of them were using materialization magic; he was the only one on the field.

The roulette wheel began to spin, and as it slowed down, Ronan could make out the words: waterboarding, burning at the stake, the bull, wheel, jigsaw, and mace.

Finally, the roulette wheel stopped at the area designated for burning at the stake.

In the blink of an eye, Ronan was tied to a tall wooden pillar, and two fires instantly rose up in front of and behind him, enveloping Ronan completely. Although Ronan was wearing a magic armor, these fires were no ordinary fires.

Chapter 358 Punishment, Breakthrough, More Money

Under the constant onslaught of the flames possessing the power to extinguish magic, Ronan's magical armor would occasionally crack and peel off like crispy baked crust. Instantly, vicious tongues of fire would burrow into the damaged parts of the armor, directly scorching Ronan.

Although Ronan's original power grants him regenerative abilities, and although he can instantly use magic to repair his armor and re-insulate the flames, the burning sensation, though only momentary, is still extremely painful. Initially, there is numbness and insensitivity, followed by excruciating pain, then a pain that spreads throughout the body from the burned area, endless and relentless. And during the regeneration and repair process, the itching that makes you want to tear the wound apart is even more torturous.

Ronan barely managed to keep quiet, his teeth practically grinding to powder and his veins about to burst.

When the burning at the stake ended, he returned to the ground, almost losing his footing with each step. His clothes were burned through dozens of holes; if he hadn't had his magical armor, there would have been more than just dozens of holes. Through the holes in his clothes, pants, and shoes, one could see pink, tender flesh, like new flesh growing after a scar had fallen off.

The group of people opposite were very surprised. They were not surprised that Ronan was so tough and did not make any painful cries. They never expected that Ronan would not be injured after enduring double burning at the stake. Judging from his appearance, he had only used up some physical strength and magic power.

However, it still took a toll on Ronan's physical strength and magic.

“The pool in the middle,” Faith whispered in Ronan’s ear.

“Yes, I saw it,” Ronan replied softly in return.

This entire bizarre magic was maintained by the initial one-tenth of the magic power extracted from everyone. After three rounds, it was already clear that the magic power, which was in liquid form, was decreasing over time.

Elena realized what was going on, "Oh, I see. Then it should be over."

Before she could finish speaking, Elena had already raised her hand, "Moon's Guidance".

The Moon's Attraction isn't just about drawing things in; it also draws out magic power. Although Elena's magic power extraction rate isn't very high after successfully advancing to the third tier, it's already visibly decreasing. Besides, this pool is only enough to sustain thirteen rounds, and the second round doubled the magic power that Ronan and Faith lost. In just a few minutes, all this magic power will dissipate and become unusable for maintaining magic.

The other party could only watch helplessly, unable to stop her, because the magic itself forbade mutual attacks.

They either had to watch Elena drain the pool of magic, or they had to dispel the spell.

"Damn it." The spellcaster's face was ashen, like soot from the bottom of a pot.

This was a major intelligence failure. According to their intelligence, Elena was a melee fighter who used dual swords, had a strong physique, and used Oath Magic. Based on these points, Elena should be a variant of Oath Magic, where the body has some kind of strange enhancement.

But now it seems that Elena is clearly not a mutant; she is a divine being, meaning she can unleash some very unusual spells.

They were both right and wrong. Elena does indeed possess divine magic, but her divine magic is healing. Her "Moon's Guidance" and "Moon's Tide" are abilities similar to those of the Moon Goddess, obtained after her bloodline was activated and strengthened.

The leading elemental mage said to the person casting the spell, "It's over. At her rate of extraction, there are at most two more rounds. The next round is 'Descent,' and if we're unlucky, it might even replenish their strength."

The caster nodded and dispelled the spell.

In the blink of an eye, everyone returned to reality: late at night, in the ruins of a hotel, surrounded by empty houses.

Without any preamble, the two sides immediately began fighting.

Both Fies and Elena excel in group battles. Fies is a control character with extremely high survivability, while Elena is a wide-range attacker with extremely high speed. With the magic armor Ronan wears, their defense is further enhanced. They may not pose a significant threat to the opponent, but they are more than capable of protecting themselves.

Ronan was even more adept at maneuvering, moving swiftly around the floating shield while simultaneously using his spinning sword to both protect himself and attack. His opponents were basically helpless against him.

He even had the energy to shout at the other side, "The old nobles dare not stir up trouble, the powerful nobles are waiting to exchange land for shares, the church people have also benefited, the capitalists are even more eager for me to live to be a hundred years old, the young officers who are struggling to break through the ceiling are supporting me, the bureaucratic group has also been stabilized, and the bureaucrats have completely broken the rules by using such methods. The other small fry simply cannot come up with such a big deal, sending out such a luxurious lineup of three fourth-level and two third-level."

"So, it's obvious that you represent yourselves, the simple group of mages, because of those weapons that pose a threat to first- or second-tier mages?"

"So you're not a group of people, but an alliance. You belong to different mage groups, with the main members being first and second-tier mages, and the higher-ups being third and fourth-tier mages like you."

“Cutting off someone’s livelihood is like killing their parents, no wonder they went to such great lengths to kill me.”

"Kate, do it."

Ronan called out to Kate Pierre. Although he was relaxed, the opposing team, besides the dozen or so mage musketeers, was also difficult to break through with their tactical squad of five mages. If they continued to hold out without her, and the enemy had reinforcements, things would get complicated.

"Huh?" Kate clearly didn't want to put in the effort.

"Add more money!" Ronan shouted.

"Ten seconds, one hundred gold coins," Kate Peters quoted.

“I gave it to you,” Ronan replied.

The battle was already going poorly, and Ronan's combat strength was nowhere near what the intelligence indicated. Unexpectedly, this tall, thin blonde woman suddenly summoned a huge mecha monster and used the same, but more powerful, move as Elena.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, no one needed to give the order; all the enemy soldiers chose to retreat.

If they let the mage musketeers use those improved muskets that have a fast reload speed and can fire anti-magic bullets for sustained output, and the five mages form a stable formation and retreat in an orderly manner, they really have a chance to escape. After all, they are not weak at all, and they are fully equipped with tanks, debuff applicators, healers, damage dealers, and controllers.

The problem was that they weren't from the same organization, and no one was willing to sacrifice for the other, so they scattered and fled.

Ronan's original plan was simply to break down the opponent's formation after Caterpillar made his move, so that he could take the opportunity to kill one of them and weaken the opponent.

Unexpectedly, the other side had scattered. This not only meant that they were not united, but also exposed the fact that they had no backup. If they had backup, why would they run? They could just keep dragging things out.

Faith and Elena worked together, grabbing one and binding him. Ronan flew over and stabbed him in the back with his sword, then slammed his shield into his face, knocking him to the ground. They took one down and then turned around to take down the next one.

In the blink of an eye, the five mages on the other side were already seriously injured and could only struggle to continue their escape. As for the dozen or so mage musketeers, Ronan had no intention of chasing after them.

“It’s your turn,” Ronan said to Faith.

"My magic is only effective against those of lower ranks than me," Fisse said helplessly.

"Then we'll have to kill these three."

Chapter 359 Talk, we can talk, who isn't a righteous person?

As soon as Ronan finished speaking, the fourth-tier mage in front of him, who had just been knocked down and was the fastest to escape, and whose summoned creature was a semi-mechanical whale that could move freely in the air and fire magic cannons, immediately turned around, faced Ronan, and made a "no" gesture. "I can tell you everyone's identity, and I can give you a lot of money."

This fourth-tier mage, a man whose power and wealth were no less than those of a high-ranking nobleman, faced the threat of death just like any ordinary person.

“I’m not interested in your specific identities, and I’m not short of money, sir.” Ronan grasped a sword that was spinning around him and pointed it at the other man. “Besides, if you die, you can be who you are, or you can not be who you are, so that I can have some friendly conversations with your group. Otherwise, given my identity, I cannot easily compromise with you, understand?”

Given Ronan's current status, if the fact that he was ambushed and killed were made public, he would have to fight back, otherwise he would be seen as weak and countless troubles would come his way.

"You can let me go, but we can talk. You can talk to me, no problem, ha." The magician was so nervous that his breathing became rapid, and he tried to force a smile, but his words were indistinct.

Ronan's recent high-speed assault had taken a heavy toll. Although the five orthodox mages, including the one in front of him, were all severely injured, they had unleashed their maximum potential in the face of death. In just a short while, they regained their mobility and continued their escape.

If we were to fight this guy to the death, everyone else would probably run away.

Ronan's eyes darted around, and he pointed to two equally badly injured fourth-tier mages who were desperately fleeing in different directions. He said loudly, "It's not impossible. We can go and capture the other two, and you can kill them. Then you can just claim that you've always been righteous, that you initially disagreed with their evil deeds, but after consideration decided to temporarily join them, and that you ultimately turned the tables at the crucial moment and eliminated these two wicked people. Anyway, as long as the others are dead, whatever you say will be right."

The magician's eyes widened in shock. If he did that, he would be betraying everyone in his group, and all the power he had accumulated in the past would be lost.

Moreover, can Ronan's words really be trusted?

Just as he hesitated, suddenly, the fourth-tier elemental mage who was fleeing transformed into a straight line of lightning and came from afar.

Ronan, Elena, and Faith immediately scattered and dodged.

As a fourth-tier elemental mage, he could already fully transform into an elemental being, which granted him near-complete physical immunity. Unfortunately, the piercing damage from the sword Ronan manifested was a direct strike to the source, an almost rule-based force. When the sword pierced through his elementalized body, he still suffered damage.

However, he was the one with the least injuries among the three fourth-tier mages, and naturally, he also preserved the most of his strength.

However, the elemental mage's target was not Ronan and his companions.

Just as the summoner thought his ally had come back to save him, the elemental mage's lightning-infused hand suddenly pierced his chest. The hand, crackling with violent lightning, went through and grabbed his wildly beating heart. Amidst the crackling of electricity, with a bang, the heart exploded.

died.

The fourth-tier elemental mage pulled his blood-stained hand out, already unsteady on his feet. He leaned against the wall of a nearby house, panting heavily, and looked at Ronan with difficulty, asking, "Now, I'm the righteous one, right?"

Ronan smiled and nodded. He had spoken so loudly just now only on a whim, but he didn't expect it to actually work.

“There’s one more,” Ronan said, pointing to the other fourth-tier mage who had already run far away.

"I can't catch up," the elemental mage said with difficulty. He was already seriously injured, and the sudden attack to kill his ally at top speed just now had greatly depleted his strength. Now, the problem wasn't that he couldn't catch up, but that he simply didn't have the strength to chase.

“Alright then,” Ronan agreed, gesturing to Elena and Faith.

Ronan and his two companions turned to chase after the last fourth-tier mage.

Just as they were about to catch up, the other person suddenly turned around, reached out a hand, and called out, "Wait, I'm willing to be a champion of justice."

“If I agree to your request, wouldn’t that make me seem untrustworthy?” Ronan asked.

Seeing that Ronan did not act immediately, the other party immediately said, "The two of them are high-ranking members of large organizations. They have become righteous people, but they are just individuals. I am different. I am the leader of a small organization. I can bring the entire organization to join you."

"Aren't you worried that your men won't be willing?" Ronan countered.

"Ha, if we could squander taxpayers' money, who would risk their life to earn it?" the man replied with a laugh.

"Hmm?" Ronan frowned.

The man quickly corrected himself, "Uh, I mean, if it's about serving the citizens, who would want to do those dishonorable things?"

Ronan smiled broadly. "Thank you, thank you for giving me such a great idea."

Since the emergence of new weapons will be difficult for many first- and second-tier mages who live a good life by relying on strength to accept, let's absorb them into the Ministry of the Interior and make them civil servants.

Just like this man said, who would risk their life to make money if they could squander taxpayers' money?

"No need, no need, it's all I should do," the man said with a fawning smile.

With a soft thud, Ronan's sword pierced through the opponent's chest. Elena followed up with another sword. The shocked and enraged man was about to launch a desperate counterattack when Faith's magical threads directly locked his limbs. Then, Ronan's other nine spinning swords pierced into his body from the front, back, left, and right.

The man's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. In his final, desperate struggle, he frantically pulled at the threads that held him back, trying to inflict an indelible wound on Ronan with his powerful body.

Unfortunately, before he could even touch Ronan, ten spinning swords flew away from his body and flew back towards him in mid-air, piercing his body once again with a series of thuds.

His eyes, filled with rage and resentment, stared intently at Ronan until they completely lost their light under the relentless barrage of attacks.

“There’s one more fourth-tier.” Elena waved her hands, shaking the blood off her sword. “Should we kill him?”

“Of course we should kill him. Dead men are more useful than living men,” Ronan replied. “However, let’s not kill him yet. Let’s go after the other two third-tier ones. We need to make up for the losses our nun suffered on this trip. That’s what we agreed on.”

During that one-minute battle with Caterpillar, all the combat puppets that Faith brought were destroyed.

"Looks like I do have moments of divine favor," Faith said with a self-deprecating tone.

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away on the sea, a carriage pulled by a ghostly skeleton was moving at high speed. Inside the carriage sat a person with white hair, a slightly receding hairline, and some shallow wrinkles. He had a wise and intelligent face, an upright posture, and was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He looked like an old man who had entered his twilight years but was still full of energy. A ball of light floated in front of him, and he held a book called "A Brief History of Democracy" in his hand, slowly flipping through it.

Upon reaching the shore, the carriage stopped.

Chapter 360 Shut up, what a coincidence, that's life.

The old man closed his book, stepped out of the carriage, leaped lightly, landed steadily, put on his top hat, and with a grab in the air, a cane with an ivory handle appeared in his hand. He lightly touched the ground, and his entire body disappeared.

The next moment, the old man arrived in front of a magician who was scrambling and crawling away from a row of hanging dried salted fish.

Suddenly, the disheveled magician stopped, and upon seeing the old man, he was like a parched man dying of thirst in the desert finding an oasis. He staggered and collapsed in front of the old man, crying, "Grandpa, save me, I..."

The old man had already flashed through the alleyway filled with the stench of salted fish and arrived at the other end, while the third-tier mage, who was being chased by Ronan, was still being pursued.