Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"It's not impossible, but it's highly unlikely," Ronan replied with a smile.

He had his doubts, but after talking to him, he basically dispelled them.

“Well, I really can’t think of anything else.” Ambrina couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated. “I’ve only recently been able to remember the names of every minister.”

Having been on the throne for several months, Queen Ambrina had a fairly good understanding of her ministers, but she couldn't even remember the names of most of the ministers below her.

“It doesn’t matter, Anri. It won’t be difficult to find them later,” Ronan said.

"Mmm." Ambrina nodded in response, scraped the steamed egg and meat sauce off the inside of the cup with her spoon, and then ate it in one bite.

After finishing her meal, Ambrina took a big gulp of lemonade and then told the maid who was waiting outside to come in and clear the table.

After resting for a while, aromatherapy was lit in the bedroom, and Ambrina went to bed, holding Ronan. She fell asleep soon after.

The next day, the people gathered in the royal gardens north of the palace. Elena, Alice, Agustina, Isabel, and Ashley were also called over. Then there was Canaan, the person in charge of the Magic Revolver project, and Kate Pierre, an advanced artificial intelligence from another world with strange abilities who mostly received high salaries for free.

Ronan then recounted the whole story, drawing on his conversation with the Prime Minister the previous night.

The arrangements remained the same: he went to the White Tower with Dinia and Stefan, while everyone else stayed temporarily at the Royal Palace in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

“Why don’t you consider letting me and Ashley go to the Treasurer’s house?” Isabel asked.

Ronan didn't speak, and neither did Ambrina. Instead, Dinia spoke up, saying, "No need. Safety first."

Caterpillar, who looked even taller than Ronan, suddenly raised his hand and said, "I wouldn't do this even if I got paid more. Fighting people head-on will shorten your lifespan."

Ronan already knew this, but he had something more to offer her: "That old man Stefan's research on soul liquefaction for immortality might be useful to you. Once this matter is settled, I'll try to get it for you, how about that?"

“This is good.” Kate Peller smiled with satisfaction.

Chapter 398 We'll talk about it when I get there. Who wants it? I'd be a fool.

Kate had barely finished speaking.

The fast-running Garland suddenly stopped in front of Ronan. Although Garland's sudden stop was not as exaggerated as a gust of wind that suddenly stopped and left two long scratches on the ground, it was not far off.

Originally, because she had to handle "teaching affairs," I only told her about this short meeting and didn't ask her to definitely come.

It seems that she probably had her students undergo intensive training before coming over.

Golan looked at Ronan, panting, and asked, "So, what exactly is this about immortality?"

This direct question made Isabel, who had originally planned to ignore the issue again, turn her attention to Ronan. This wasn't the first time she had heard the word, but when she heard it from Ambrina the previous two times, she knew she wasn't trusted and simply pretended not to hear it.

Ashley and Canaan also looked over; no one could ignore the topic of immortality.

Kate glanced over sideways; she simply wanted to watch the spectacle.

Ronan had deliberately brought up the topic of immortality. Even if Golan hadn't suddenly asked him, he would have said, "This is a long story. I'll tell you the details when Dinia and I get back."

"In short, after we leave, everyone will stay in the royal palace. Elena, Alice, and Agustina will take turns taking care of Anri around the clock. No matter what happens outside, don't worry about it. We'll deal with everything when Dinia and I return."

Ronan reiterated his arrangements.

After that, they talked about how to handle some things at work.

There's really nothing to deal with.

Elena was Ronan's secretary, and with Ronan gone, she naturally had nothing to do. Alice worked at the Inspectorate, which was still a rather unproductive unit; her presence there made little difference. Agustina, Grandin, Isabel, and Ashley all belonged to the Security Bureau, which wasn't recruiting new students for the time being, so there was nothing for them to worry about. As for Canaan and Kate, the production of the Magic Revolver didn't require their attention either.

Once that was said, the meeting was over.

After having a barbecue for lunch, everyone else stayed behind, while Ronan and Dinia left the palace.

That night, at Dinia's home.

In front of the bar counter in front of the liquor cabinet, Dinya, dressed in a plain white long dress, sat on a round stool. She wore cool-toned gray stockings and linen slippers. Her left foot was flat on the ground and did not move, while the ball of her right foot was pressed against the back of the slipper, and her heel was hanging off the ground.

One moment his calf and the top of his foot were bent straight, and the next his leg was lowered.

The sheen of the not-so-transparent gray stockings changed constantly with the movement of the feet. The sheen alternated between two states: the gray stockings at the heels became brighter and the gray stockings at the calves became darker.

After a while, having drunk two glasses of Dinia wine, his right foot stopped moving, and his left foot left the slipper, resting on the north side of his right slipper, his toes curling and stretching inside his gray silk stockings.

But so far, Dinya hasn't said a word.

"What's wrong with you today?" Ronan asked.

Dinia turned her head away, staring at Ronan without saying a word.

"You don't want it, do you?" Ronan deliberately said something that would elicit a strong reaction from Dinia.

Dinia finally broke her silence, saying, "Usually, what others want is what you want yourself."

Ronan laughed so hard he almost shook, then asked, "So, it's what I want?"

“Perhaps, but at most once. We still have to go to the White Tower tomorrow,” Dinia said.

Half an hour later, on the bed, Ronan was naked, while Dinya was only wearing her gray pantyhose.

Ronan didn't move at all, just knelt there, maintaining a forward-leaning posture, like a dummy. Dinya gripped the top edge of the headboard with both hands, her whole body suspended in the air, her vaginal muscles tightly wrapped around Ronan's thing. She kept thrusting and pounding with her waist and abdomen, as if trying to make their lower bodies become one in the collision.

The water was getting more and more piling up, and the splashing sounds were getting louder and louder.

Super white, super big, super bouncy breasts swayed rapidly and dramatically in front of Ronan.

The torn gray silk crotch, groin, and thighs were almost completely soaked and turned dark gray, and the hair, the same color as the hair, was now a tangled, wet clump.

With her thighs spread apart, her extremely perky buttocks seemed about to burst through her pantyhose as she strained. Her calves, tightly bound in gray stockings, crossed and coiled around Ronan's waist. Her calves had the perfect fleshy feel, locked in by the stockings. Her insteps were arched, and her pink toenails were clearly visible through the gray stockings.

At this moment, it wasn't Ronan moving forward at all, but rather Dinya using her legs to pull Ronan, who was carrying a large meat hammer, into her own body.

After a while, Dinia's insides became increasingly wet and hot, and then began to open and contract in waves. In an instant, Ronan closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and raised his head. His thing also swelled, jumped, and ejaculated. Dinia released her hands, her waist was suspended in the air, her head and shoulders pressed on the pillow, and her whole body tilted, feeling the sensation of being filled with ejaculation.

It wasn't until Ronan had finished shooting for quite some time that Dinia finally withdrew from her body, exhaled, and brushed the messy hair from her forehead behind her ear.

Ronan smiled, then asked with concern, "Feeling any better?"

From the very beginning, it was Dinya's idea, but she was too embarrassed to speak up.

“I’m feeling better,” Dinia replied.

“I’m a little curious what you’re so nervous about,” Ronan said.

Dinia pursed her lips. “It’s been over five years, almost six. We’ve been through a lot together. In the past, the only thing I could do almost perfectly was to ensure your safety 100%. But this time it’s really different. Stefan and Ussel are both very capable. They’re not comparable to that old-fashioned guy we encountered that year, whose mentality, physical condition, and awareness were all quite average.”

"'Headmaster' Stefan is less a manifestation and more a divine artist; no one knows what kind of magic he can use at any given moment."

“‘Lord of the White Tower’ Ursel is called a summoner, but he is actually an elementalist. You could say he doesn’t fight, but he has come close to magic itself.”

I cannot guarantee your safety 100%.

Dinia said everything she had wanted to say before.

That's the reason for her anxiety and tension.

Ronan suddenly laughed, "Huh? What's the big deal? We can just stay together the whole time."

Dinia froze for a moment, then slapped her forehead, feeling utterly humiliated. "I'm so stupid, really, I was only thinking about not being able to ensure your safety, but I forgot, I'm so stupid..."

“Sigh, this is what they call being too concerned. You just love me too much.” Ronan teased again. “If you’re really embarrassed, come over and lick it clean for me.”

Dinia instantly returned to normal, kicking Ronan off the bed and yelling, "Get out of here!"

“This tastes just right,” Ronan said, laughing.

Dinia laughed too, and reached out to help Ronan up.

The next day, the two met Stefan at the agreed place.

"Where is Ronan?" Stefan asked. He only saw Dinia, not Ronan.

Chapter 399 Equipment, Surprise, and Enrage

Dinia was dressed in the uniform of the Aegis Guards cavalry, with a silver cavalry helmet adorned with red tassels and feathers, and a dark blue cavalry officer's coat. The style was the same as that of ordinary cavalry uniforms, except that the cufflinks and collar buttons were gold. Over the uniform was a silver breastplate, which was specially made for Dinia. It was not issued by the army, but was a breastplate of the Church's Apostolic Guardian, which would generate powerful all-around magical defense when activated. On the outermost layer was a bright red cloak.

She wore white, tight-fitting riding breeches and black mid-calf cavalry boots.

This is the coolest uniform in the entire kingdom's army system.

Unlike typical musketeer cavalrymen, Dinia was not equipped with rifles and sabers. Instead, she carried only two personal magical revolvers and an Aegis straight sword. The Aegis saber was a gift from the orphanage to the top graduate of each year and possessed a strong magical capacity.

On the index finger of his left hand was a gold ring shaped like a curled feather. This was the Golden Eagle Ring, made by the founding monarch Oranje. There were nine in total, which were given to nine lords. Six of them were taken back before his death. A hundred years ago, Lawrence gave out four more. A little over ten years ago, King Lucien gave one of the two rings that the royal family kept to Dinia.

The ring is not only a symbol of honor, but also an item used to summon the magical creation, the Golden Eagle.

In response to Stefan's question, Dinia tapped her breastplate with her fingers, producing a clear and melodious sound. "He's here."

Stefan looked at Dinia. "This is no joke."

While Dinia's force may be useful, Ronan's brain is the most important thing this time.

Among the people Stefan knew, there were certainly those more astute and witty than Ronan, but they lacked the strength and, more importantly, the unique experience that Ronan possessed.

Therefore, Ronan is indispensable.

Just then, between the two large lumps of flesh, a long, snake-like red mushroom sprouted, gradually emerging from the tightly buttoned collar of the military uniform. The mushroom opened its mouth, saying, "I am indeed here."

“Magic can always surprise us,” old man Stefan couldn’t help but laugh.

Then, Dinia and Ronan inside Dinia's body boarded Stefan's self-driving carriage. As soon as they were seated, the carriage started instantly and sped straight toward their destination. When it encountered an obstacle, it took off and flew over it. When it encountered a pool of water or a mud pit, it simply crossed it.

“Now, can you tell me your purpose?” Ronan asked in his mushroom-man form.

“I don’t have a specific purpose. As I’ve said before, for the past twenty years, I’ve abandoned everything I had and pursued immortality like a demon possessed. After finally succeeding, all that’s left is emptiness,” Stefan said. “My only thought now is to meet more people and do more things.”

"If I had to give this trip a seemingly meaningful purpose, I could only say that I came to prevent something from happening that we, especially the two of you, would not want to see."

"The young genius who died made some unexpected progress in his research on the inheritance of stable summoning magic, and Ussel gained some unexpected insights from his experiment in trying to replicate a summoning magic similar to his own. The combination of the two should be able to accomplish something."

Stefan used the word "should," but his tone was quite certain.

"This matter involves transferring a person's magical talent, or even their magic itself."

Dinia was completely stunned.

At that moment, she finally understood why Stefan said the goal was to prevent something that neither she nor Ronan wanted to see happen.

Why have magicians never been able to maintain a long-term, complete hold on the position of ruler? Is it because violence cannot last? A sword that can be swung at any time cannot last, but a sword that is sheathed and can be drawn at any time can last.

The reason why the magician community did not remain the dominant force for a long time was precisely because it lacked sufficient violence.

Magic is so fair; most people with magical talent are people who can't even afford bread.

Therefore, even the uniquely hereditary summoning ability cannot guarantee that one's descendants will be magicians. In the past, when magicians were the rulers of the nobility, they could only barely ensure that there would be magicians in their families generation by relying on their large family circles and strong master-disciple relationships. Today, most magicians are of commoner origin, but these people of commoner origin have even less of a chance to guarantee their descendants, so no class solidification has formed.

But if magical talent can be transferred.

Everything has changed. The farmer sold his child's talent to a magician, who then arranged for his son to receive it.

Therefore, the descendants of magicians will still be magicians.

"We must not allow this thing to fall into the wrong hands."

Ronan's tone revealed a chilling murderous intent.

Ronan was indeed a greedy and lustful bureaucrat, and he never really cared about the people. But if magicians were to pass down their skills through generations, the people most affected would not be the farmers or workers at the bottom of society. No matter how the people at the top change, those at the bottom who are to be exploited will still be exploited. The people most affected would be the entire bureaucratic system. When the power of the "common people" is no longer strong, the bureaucratic system will actually cease to exist.

If the system is gone, then all his efforts were in vain?

“That’s right.” Dinia clenched her fist as well.

Dinia's ideas were, of course, different from Ronan's. If magic were passed down through generations, a large group of magicians would become useless, collecting money and privileges as scum, acting all high and mighty, perhaps even saying something like, "Don't be jealous, you can work hard too."

Such statements as, "Of course I should inherit my grandfather's honor."

These scumbags scheme to enrich the people and harm the nation, yet they consider themselves superior, even praising insects as such.

Just thinking about it made Dinia feel like she was about to have a stroke; she wanted to catch a few insects, kill them, and hang them on the cross in the square.

"Oh, we've arrived. Please get out of the car, you two."

"Stephen said."

The three of them then got out of the car.

Ahead lies the town of Ates, a small part of the fiefdom of Ronan's ancestor. Earl Ates was from the previous dynasty, but he still managed to become an earl in this dynasty. This is common in the Western Continent: the lords are permanent, while the kings come and go.

Until more than a hundred years ago, Count Artes stripped King Lawrence of his title and imprisoned him. This was actually a more sophisticated form of kidnapping. As a result, no one paid the ransom, and the man died inside. The count's son, Ronan's great-grandfather, took his family to the south.

The white pagoda is located within the town, or more precisely, above the town center.

“The White Tower is surrounded by multiple layers of barriers with identification capabilities. We need to make some preparations. Let’s go, we’ll head to the restaurant once we’re in town,” Stefan said.

"Can a barrier determine hunger levels?" Dinia asked curiously.

Stefan was instantly amused by this strongest young mage. "I'm sorry, this old man just had a craving."