Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"In short, if you can't control her, I'll just kill her," Ronan declared.

“Let me think, wait a minute.” Ursel scratched his head, talking to himself like someone with intellectual disabilities. “I can’t afford to spend time and energy on her, so if you insist on killing her and I try to protect her, there will be a violent conflict. It will be difficult for me to win against both of you and have a chance to leave safely with her. But it’s not worth it for her to be something that carries beautiful memories but is only something I look at occasionally. Hmm, that’s about it.”

With a sigh of relief, Ussel put the pocket watch into his pocket and put away his summoned creature with one hand. "Go ahead and kill it. I'm leaving."

Just then, a strange carriage suddenly appeared not far from Ronan. An old man with a straight posture and meticulous white hair stepped out of the carriage. "I thought I was going to catch a big show, but it turned out to be a farce that ended before it even started."

The old man who spoke was named Stefan, one of the three giants of the kingdom's magic world. After making a deal with Ronan and obtaining the Soul Transfer Technique, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to complete the reincarnation.

Ussel didn't greet Genstevan. Feeling he had wasted a lot of time, he had only one thing on his mind: to return to his research center, the White Tower, and make up for the lost time.

Stefan looked at Ronan, "Aren't you surprised? You didn't expect the other Big Three to be like this, did you?"

“A little,” Ronan said.

Chapter 393 Nagging, Ignoring, Two Crows

Stefan glanced around, his eyes instantly filled with disgust.

“This old man still doesn’t like being watched by people. Let’s find another place to talk.” After saying that, Stefan tapped the ground with his walking stick, and a circular light array appeared on the ground, enveloping himself, Ronan, Dinia, and the woman in black at the edge.

The light on the ground flickered back and forth for more than ten seconds, then suddenly shone brightly, like a pillar of light rising from the ground. When the pillar of light disappeared into the open space, the four figures had also vanished.

Marcus removed the massive summon that had created a barrier to protect against the gale and magical turbulence, and casually pulled up the somewhat disheveled Duke of Loire, who had fallen to the ground beside him. "Are you alright, Duke?"

Duke Vincent of Loire nodded, then clapped his hands sharply. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is my fault that you have been frightened. To express my apologies, I will host a dinner party here and present a gift to each of the ladies.”

While the Duke of Loire was still cleaning up the mess, Ronan had already arrived in an unfamiliar place.

Located halfway up the mountain, with a mountain stream flowing through it, the place is so quiet that you can hear birds singing. Nearby are high-backed stone chairs and square stone tables, and the ground around them is covered with symbols and patterns that have been worn and eroded so much that they are no longer visible. Some of the engravings and crevices have even sprouted small green grasses.

Stefan swung his walking stick, spread cushions and backrests on the stone chair, and then sat down first. "I almost forgot, I still owe you a thank you for teaching me that kind of knowledge."

“Then I should thank you too,” Ronan said.

“There is absolutely no need to thank me,” Stefan said. “All I gave was a little bit of my old man’s prestige to save you some trouble. Even without me, you would only have had more trouble. The technique you taught me is essential to me, otherwise I might have died. Moreover, I also deduced some interesting things from this technique. The gains were more than just saving my old life.”

"Is that all you wanted to say?" Ronan asked.

“I came to check because I sensed something was wrong, but he had already left, so all I can do is ramble on,” Stefan said. “You know, very few people have my kind of luck, and even fewer have yours. It’s actually quite unusual to be a high-ranking mage at such a young age.”

Stefan is also a destiny, and like Ronan, he is a manifestation.

However, his manifestation was just as strange as the summoned object of the White Tower Lord. His summoned object was a "pen" that could record and use magic. According to Stefan himself, at the first level, he could record a maximum of one magic spell, which was at the highest level of first rank. At the second level, he could add two magic slots, with the highest level being second rank.

And so on.

Stefan claimed that he made rapid progress in his youth, just like Ronan. Of course, for a fortune teller, rapid progress meant constant crises.

He said that few people have his kind of luck, meaning that many fortune tellers do not encounter such a series of life choices when they are young. He said that even fewer people have Ronan's kind of luck, because most fortune tellers who "turn the page" as frequently as Ronan have already gone to heaven.

"Leaving aside the Fate element, most other talented and hardworking mages are like Ussel, whom you just met," Stefan continued. "Once they feel they have a chance to reach the top, they start to keep going upwards. The feeling of getting stronger little by little, and the sense that you can see how far you are from a qualitative change, is so magical. Even you and I understand this, let alone other types of mages."

Indeed, Ronan's passion for politics and his constant involvement with Dinia stemmed not only from the fact that politics and women were his interests, but also from the fact that he needed to improve his magic.

The feeling of doing something, receiving feedback, and realizing that you have improved is truly magical.

There's a joke from a past life that if learning had a visible experience bar like video games, many people would be as addicted to learning as they are to games.

"However, when many magicians realize that they can no longer improve and can only stop, they become very confused and empty. At this time, having been semi-isolated from society for a long time, they find it difficult to integrate into society smoothly in a short period of time. Some gradually accept reality, while others cannot accept it and plunge back into that simple world that only requires magic."

"Actually, similar principles apply to most people."

Stefan said this.

Ronan was the same.

However, while the logic was sound, what exactly was this old man Stefan trying to say? Ronan was starting to get impatient.

"Usserl is a particularly simple person. You could say he has amazing talent, or you could say he's incredibly stupid. In any case, he progressed step by step until he finally reached the top. But after that, he became completely lost and didn't know what to do. He still had a considerable amount of time left in his life, so he began to study various topics, including very ancient topics like breaking through the seventh-order limit and granting people magical talent, which had been proven impossible by countless people, as well as other topics full of whimsical ideas."

"That woman over there should be considered one of his achievements."

At that moment, Stefan suddenly turned to the woman in black.

Ronan also looked over.

The two of them talked for a long time, completely ignoring the woman.

Ronan had even forgotten his spur-of-the-moment idea of ​​killing the woman and then using it as an opportunity to establish his authority.

Dinya, on the other hand, kept a close eye on the woman in black. Ronan felt that if the woman in black hadn't harbored murderous intent towards him, and if Dinya hadn't trusted and understood him enough, given her cold exterior but warm interior, she would have already gone up to ask the woman in black if she had some kind of trouble.

"Results? Is he trying to replicate himself?" Ronan asked.

Connecting the magic of Ursel and the one in black, this was the only possibility he could think of.

"That's about right, but it wasn't entirely successful," Stefan said. "However, some of the research was quite successful."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Ronan asked.

“I would like to see his achievements, but as you have seen, his mind is not working very well, and there may be an accident. Therefore, as his old friend, I sincerely invite you and Ms. Dinia to go and borrow some of the research records of the Lord of the White Tower.”

Dinia looked over and saw not two people, but two crows, one large and one small.

“Don’t rush to refuse; this will also benefit your career, and not just one,” Stefan added.

Ronan extended his hand in a gesture of invitation, "Oh, please go ahead."

“First of all, Ussel has many children. Although only a very few are as strong as that woman over there, many of them are in the highest positions. These people are nothing in the capital, but in some places, their fingernail-sized strength, combined with the children of the White Tower Lord, is still quite intimidating. These people are all obstacles for you.”

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Chapter 394 Mindset, Seeking Death, An Old Man Tells a Story

"Secondly, you hope to establish more magic academies and train more magicians, and he may have some results that can help you."

"These are the two benefits."

"He doesn't communicate with the outside world most of the time, and he's always in a state of seeking knowledge for the sake of seeking knowledge. His thinking is different from normal people. Although he looks dull and non-aggressive, and is indeed a relatively gentle person, if an accident happens, I can't control the situation at all. If a fight breaks out, I might even die."

"You know how afraid this old man is of death."

"But with the two of you added, it's different."

Stefan said this.

Ronan sighed softly and smiled. "You're too greedy."

“It’s not greed. As I just said, when a person’s goal can only go so far, or when it is completely achieved, he will feel empty and lost. I am not only at the seventh level, but I can also achieve immortality at any time. I also need to find something to do. One day you will also experience this feeling. Living is about finding enjoyment.” Stefan sighed, and suddenly a pipe appeared in his hand. He lit the tobacco with a swish, and the old man took a nice puff. His “elegance” was completely gone, and his movements and expressions were just like an old carpenter taking a break to smoke after working for half a day.

“You’ve changed quite a bit,” Ronan said.

The first meeting was at the end of last year, and the last meeting was to complete the transaction. The old man gave people the feeling of being an elegant, calm and handsome old man, but this time, there was something else about Stefan. If I had to describe it, it would be restlessness.

Stefan exhaled a smoke ring. "After achieving immortality, my mindset has become younger."

"Haven't you been reincarnated yet?" Ronan asked.

“Once I get to the White Tower and borrow the books, I will reincarnate,” Stefan said, still completely and purely himself.

"Oh," Ronan responded, without saying anything that his words sounded a bit like he was trying to establish a precedent.

"Alright, let's not talk about our business anymore. That lady over there is getting impatient." Stefan finished speaking and pointed to the woman in black.

"That's true."

As Ronan spoke, he stood up and left the stone table, walking over to the woman in black.

At this moment, the woman stood on the edge of a not-so-high cliff, looking into the distance. Upon closer inspection, her gaze was vacant; she wasn't looking at the distance itself, but rather staring blankly into it.

"What's wrong with her?" Dinia asked Ronan.

Ronan took a deep breath, so helpless he was almost about to sigh to the heavens. He waved his hand and said, "I don't understand either. She insists that I killed her husband. I asked her who her husband was, but she wouldn't say. You'd think she's crazy, but she speaks quite fluently. Didi, you didn't see it, the Duke was so angry that his nose almost twisted out of shape."

Dinia raised her hand, signaling Ronan to stop.

Ronan shut his mouth and said nothing more.

Dinia walked over to the woman. "Tell me what's wrong. If you don't say anything, you might not survive, understand?"

The woman's reaction was indifferent. "Do you think I still intend to live?"

Dinia countered, “Why not? You have a long life ahead of you, and you are perfectly capable of living a good life.”

The woman smiled and pointed at Ronan, "So, now that he's dead, are you still alive?" Although it was her first time meeting Dinia, and their interaction had only lasted a few moments, she could tell the relationship between Dinia and Ronan.

Dinia paused for a moment, then after several seconds, said, "Of course I will continue to live. I have things to do." As soon as she finished speaking, Dinia added, "Even if I don't, I can still continue what he couldn't finish, or what he left behind, right?" This sentence wasn't about herself and Ronan at all, but rather a final plea.

If the woman in black continues to dangle around like she's having a fit, she'll not hesitate to take action and eliminate this potential threat.

“You don’t understand,” the woman in black said.

Dinia felt that she couldn't communicate with this woman at all.

The next instant, Dinia's left hand was covered with dense, tentacle-like red mushrooms. On her red hand, a semi-transparent red solid, formed by condensed magic, pierced through the woman's chest with a soft thud. Almost simultaneously, Dinia's other hand snapped the woman's neck.

"If you want to die, then die."

As she spoke, Dinia kicked the corpse aside, and her left hand returned to its original position.

Ronan's fate is "loyalty," while hers is "death and life," a contradiction that seems nonexistent, because from the time she can remember until now, Dinya has never felt that she has ever defied fate.

In any case, she was the one who ended a life without batting an eye, and she was also the one who hoped people could live well.

Seeing that the woman was dead, Stefan stood up, walked over, looked at the woman's body, and said, "She said that you killed her husband, Ronan. It's not entirely true, but it's not entirely unreasonable either. Her husband was just a novice mage at the beginning. How should I describe him? Well, he was probably a rare kind and honest young man among mages."

When he said the word "young man," old man Stefan even smiled deliberately.

Ronan grinned crookedly. This old geezer already knew all along but kept quiet about it.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but this is how it happened that a noble lady took a liking to a poor boy."

Years later, the couple remained loving. One day, the man happened to obtain a book called "The Basic Construction Methods and Principles of Alternative Magic".

As Stefan finished speaking, Ronan's eyes suddenly lit up.

He wrote a book a long time ago, which discussed basic magic mastery methods suitable for people with poor magical talent but strong logical thinking ability. Later, after some revisions and additions by Karl, an academic mage, the book became an elective course textbook in New Sea City.

Ronan also gave this book to Madame Antari and Count Aquitaine. They were both quite old, but they hadn't been able to cross the threshold of becoming novice magicians when they were young. Later, Count Aquitaine successfully became a novice magician, and Madame Antari is now a full-rank magician.

Two years ago, Mrs. Antari, who had actually experienced it, revised some of her account and added some content after obtaining Ronan and Karl's consent, resulting in this book, "The Basic Methods and Principles of Alternative Magic." The first author of the book is still Ronan Artes.

“The fact that the man became a true magician through this is not very meaningful in itself, because people like him are extremely rare.”

"But men were inspired by it."

"He had been researching how to make the summoned creatures of a summoner be passed on to the next generation in a relatively stable way with little variation."

The inheritance of summoning magic is unstable and can change easily.

Take the three Ambrina sisters as an example. The youngest didn't inherit it at all; if she hadn't been lucky enough to awaken her destiny, she might not have become a magician. Ambrina and Isabel, on the other hand, both inherited it. It's quite rare for two out of three children to have inherited it.

Throughout history, there have been many families of summoning magic whose lineages have been broken.

History has not lacked the legacy, but the summoning magic is useless.

Chapter 395 Results? Coincidence? A Hidden Hand?

Compared to the "Summoning Space" of their ancestor, Oranz, the founder of the Golden Eagle Dynasty, Ambrina and Isabelle's "Summoning Space" is relatively useless, but there are many that are even more useless than theirs.

Of course, the inheritance of summoning magic is not destined to decline all the way down; it may even fluctuate greatly. For example, Lawrence's predecessor was not very strong, but he himself is recognized as the second strongest king in history, second only to Oran.

As mentioned before, summoning magic, being the only type of magic that can be inherited, cannot be reliably passed on to offspring, and the outcome after inheritance varies from person to person.

"Excuse me, sir, have you actually discovered a method to stably inherit summoning magic?"

Ronan interrupted Stefan's narration and asked a question out of curiosity.

Stefan didn't answer immediately. He took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled a long puff of smoke. "No."

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, while he didn't fully achieve his goal, he didn't make any complete lack of progress either. In addition, he achieved some other results during the research process," Stefan said.

Ronan didn't speak, nor did he want to. Stefan, the old principal, had said nothing at all. What stage had the research on the dead man reached, and what results had he achieved in the process? He had no idea.

Stefan saw through Ronan's thoughts and spread his hands. "There's nothing I can do. I'm just an old headmaster who knows a few more people. I've spent most of my life improving myself and educating others. I don't have any intelligence network or anything like that, nor do I have the analytical and judgmental abilities that Mr. Ronan has. All I know is this general outline."

Ronan sat back down on the stone chair, resting his chin on his hand. He wasn't sure if the old man was telling the truth. Maybe the old man really didn't know anything, or maybe he was hiding something very important.

The latter is more likely.

"How did he die?" Ronan changed the subject, no longer pursuing the matter of the research.

Stefan replied, "He was connected to a small organization that belonged to one of the people who participated in the ambush of you. Shortly after the ambush failed, that small organization disintegrated. Some members of that small organization learned about his research and, thinking that you probably didn't like his research, killed him to curry favor with you."

"Trying to please him?" Dinia walked over and asked, somewhat confused by the logic.