Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“Oh,” Dinia responded.

Ronan didn't make a move; there were too many people ahead, and he planned to stay out of the way for the time being.

At the entrance to the town, Stefan and Dinia were stripped down and questioned about their identities.

Stefan was prepared for this.

Chapter 400: Experience, Stories, He Has a Ball to Use

Stefan, of course, could not reveal the truth about himself and Dinia's identities.

In places like this, saying you know some important figure in the capital might not work, since the other party might not know him at all. But if you say you know some lord in the town, everything will go smoothly.

So when Stefan mentioned knowing someone in town, the guard's expression instantly changed, becoming very obsequious.

Stefan introduced himself as the head of the investigation team from the Ministry of the Interior, secretly letting the guard glance at his exquisitely crafted identification, and then added that Dinia was a teacher at the Egis Academy.

The guards not only didn't suspect anything, but actually thought it made perfect sense. The intelligence agency and the orphanage seemed like a perfect match no matter how you looked at it.

After saying that, Stefan tossed out two silver coins without even looking at them, and strode into the town with an arrogant expression.

Dinia then followed.

The guard picked up two coins; his actions and demeanor suggested he was an important person.

On the town's only main road.

“Headmaster, you seem to have a lot of experience in this area,” Dinia said.

Stefan, with his hands behind his back, replied seemingly nonchalantly, "I also traveled around a lot when I was young, so I've accumulated some experience."

But then, Stefan suddenly transformed from an elegant and serene old man into a garrulous old man, even pulling out a cigarette to smoke. "Speaking of which, I've remembered some interesting things. Once, I impersonated someone and gave the city gate guard a gold coin, but he didn't let me through. Instead, he called his superior over. Another time, I impersonated someone again and only gave him a handful of copper coins. The guard immediately called the other guards to prepare to arrest me."

If you give too much money, the guards will suspect you're not a real person. While important figures may not care about money, guards, who are like stray dogs on the street, don't deserve that much.

If you give too little money, the guards will think you're a fake, because important people give more than that to stray dogs on the street.

Dinia asked, "So, in the eyes of ordinary people, this is what a big shot is like?"

“Ha, the big shots they’re dealing with aren’t really that big shots,” Stefan replied with a laugh. “The irony is that the real big shots aren’t much different from the ‘big shots’ the lower classes see—equally stupid.”

"The so-called country is being controlled by this group of people, and it hasn't collapsed yet. I really can't imagine how rotten other countries are."

When Stefan criticizes a country, he's just as good as Ronan.

Dinia sighed softly, "No wonder you two, despite your age difference, get along so well."

"Ha, he's in politics, he looks young but he's actually an old man, I'm in academia, I look old but I'm young at heart."

"Stéphane joked."

He said that Ussel, the master of the White Tower, didn't seem like a master standing at the pinnacle of the magical world, and in fact, he himself didn't resemble one in any way.

As they talked, the two arrived at a restaurant.

Ates Town is not an ordinary town; it is a place where a large number of magicians trade, trading magical items, information, secret manuals about certain spells, and all sorts of other things.

Of course, the truly significant transactions, those between high-ranking mages or between relatively large organizations, all take place within the royal capital. Ates Town is merely a place where lower-ranking mages congregate.

Where there are many magicians, there is no shortage of good restaurants, but this place is, after all, a place where shady businesses are conducted, and people are in a hurry to eat.

Therefore, stews are very popular here. When guests come, the already cooked dishes are transferred to a small pot, prepared a little more, and then served.

What Dinia had in front of her was a mixture of beef bone broth, flour, tomato sauce made from butter and tomatoes, stewed beef, potatoes and carrots all stuffed into a jar, baked in the oven, and then taken out onto a plate to eat with bread.

Bread goes with everything.

After finishing their meal, Stefan led Dinia on their way.

"Where to next?" Dinia asked.

“We need to visit someone who can guide us through the one barrier I can’t break,” Stefan replied.

A short while later, the two walked around to the back of a small manor. Dinia was surprised. "Aren't we going to visit him?"

“Yes, it is a visit, but this young man certainly doesn’t welcome me. Do you think he can walk through the main gate?” Stefan asked rhetorically.

“Okay.” Dinia had nothing more to say.

Stefan flicked his wrist, and the walking stick appeared in his hand. "Put everyone here. I'm leaving everything to you. I'm not good at this today. There's a little curly-haired guy; don't make him lose consciousness."

Infiltration is indeed something Dinia excels at; she has teleportation abilities and magic that can paralyze and stun people over a wide area.

Soon, everyone in the manor was taken down by Dinia.

The only legitimate mage in the manor, the curly-haired boy Stefan mentioned, a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, was now lying face down, his spine being stepped on by Dinia. He struggled and shouted, "You country bumpkin, do you know who my father is? Ussel, the most powerful mage in the world."

Even Dinia, who was disguised, was shocked. This guy seemed perfectly normal, how could he be so brainless?

Ronan once told her a story about a country in chaos where people were randomly conscripted into the army during a war. A small businessman was conscripted, but he lied and said he was the son of a wealthy businessman, so he was released. Meanwhile, a mayor was arrested on the road, claimed to be the mayor who was about to take office, and even produced evidence. So the mayor was killed.

The curly-haired youth introducing himself was, like the mayor in the story, courting disaster.

Just as Curly-haired finished shouting his first sentence, Stefan arrived. "Very good, leave the rest to me."

Stefan brandished his walking stick, his curly hair folded at the waist, his head tucked between his legs, his hands hugging his legs, turning his whole body into a ball.

At that moment, Ronan popped out and said, "How did you turn a person into a ball?"

“Because he has a ball to use,” Stefan replied seriously.

The magic-wielding ball is taken outdoors, and suddenly it is tossed into the air. As the ball falls above it, a baseball-like motion sends the ball soaring into the distant sky.

The human-shaped ball was like a tomato being forcefully smashed onto a transparent glass plate. There was no sound, but it was as if you could hear it. The flesh and blood were like an exploding tomato. In reality, the curly-haired youth had smashed the barrier to pieces.

At this moment, Stefan truly cast the spell, and the previously disordered blood began to orderly converge into a magic circle. "Speed."

After saying the word "speed," Stefan took off and rushed towards the magic circle.

Ronan, inside Dinia, also cast a spell, and a floating shield carried Dinia closely behind.

A few seconds later, Stefan and Dinia, who implied Ronan, were already in the sky, with the White Tower right above them.

Ronan had only heard of the so-called White Pagoda before, and had seen the blueprints at the Royal Library a couple of days ago. This was the first time he had seen it in person.

It was bigger than he had imagined.

It is pure white all over, and its shape can be divided into three parts: the bottom is a cylinder, the middle is a hemisphere, round at the bottom and flat at the top, and the top is like the top of a spire.

"We're not just going to rush through like this, are we?" Ronan asked.

"Otherwise?" Stefan retorted.

Chapter 401 Family, Friends, and the Battle at the Summit

Rewind two hours. In the town of Ates, a tall, strong man with long, flowing white hair, a rugged face, and a short beard barely longer than stubble was combing the hair of a young girl whose eyes were covered by a black veil.

The old man wasn't exaggeratedly robust; yet his flesh and blood seemed to imprison hundreds or thousands of ferocious beasts. But the movements of his hands were so gentle, like an old man whose sharpness had been worn away by the years.

Within two minutes, the old man put down the comb, casually tied his hair into a ponytail, picked up the huge, long-handled warhammer lying in the corner, and said goodbye to the girl, "I'm leaving."

After the old man left, the girl touched the side of the chair several times, found her white cane, and walked out of the room.

The girl, a magician, didn't need a cane; she was simply ill, so ill that she could only live like an ordinary blind person.

The girl sat on the threshold by the door, holding her white cane, facing the sunlight. Although she couldn't see the sunlight, she could feel its warmth.

In the distance, the old man is on his way to the White Pagoda.

The old man was Felix Rabelais, one of the three giants of the magic world in the Kingdom of Fass.

Although he looks the oldest, he is actually the youngest, not even a hundred years old.

He is also the only person in history to have reached the seventh level with "mutation" magic, which is the physical mutation and enhancement.

Using the analogy of Eastern martial arts novels, his approach can be described as entering the Dao through external techniques.

Soon, Rabelais arrived at a villa.

This small, unassuming villa, which has almost no courtyard, belongs to Heath Artes, one of Ursel's "sons".

Upon entering the room, Rabelais immediately saw Lori Freigo, Ambrina's uncle, lying in a pool of blood; he was already cold.

"How did you kill him?" Rabelais asked.

“A democratic regime doesn’t need a king,” Heath replied. Their goal was to establish a democratic regime, an elite democracy dominated by magicians.

Of course, Heath knew that many magicians were just more knowledgeable and stronger bandits, after all, there were plenty of such people among his brothers and sisters.

Allowing such a person to come to power and represent the people is not only a disaster for the people and the country, but also a disaster for all magicians.

He has his own political party and has been constantly trying to clean up his image.

He wants to seize power.

But not now. We need to create chaos first, and when both the general public and the magicians can't take it anymore, then Hiss's faction can come out and clean things up.

"Ah, I really wish I could be friends with our Mr. Wang," Heath sighed. "Unfortunately, it's not possible."

"It's time to go," Rabelais urged, carrying the giant warhammer. To pass through the barrier surrounding the White Tower, they needed the blood of Hiss, a special blood relative of Ussel.

As for the rest, Heath has a way.

Heath stepped out of the room, still sighing, "If I had known there was such a person back then, I would have been willing to help him sweep away the decay and establish a new era. If there really is a God, he is probably just a clown who likes to fool people."

Rabelais, carrying his warhammer, glanced at Heath with a mixture of confusion and impatience.

"He is exceptional. Contemporary thinkers, philosophers, political commentators, and writers have a deeper level of thought and writing skills than him. They are even as young and sharp as him. But unfortunately, they have no governing experience and have never managed more than a hundred people. There are also many officials who have far more governing experience than him, but most of them have little intellectual level and cannot even do things well within the established framework. Some may have had some ideals, but that is a thing of the past."

Heath sighed.

"I really don't want to become his enemy."

"Then why didn't you plan to kill him, but instead set up this whole scheme?" Rabelais asked.

Heath smiled bitterly, "We can't kill him. No matter how clever the assassination plot is, it still depends on the person to execute it. He's very strong. Most people would be throwing their lives away if they tried to kill him. He's rarely alone and he's good at escaping. You're not the kind of person who's good at chasing, and that woman arrived at an unusually fast speed. So, we can't kill him."

“Then proceed as planned.” Rabelais said no more.

He didn't have as many ideas as that brat Heath. His primary reason for doing all this was to realize his long-held dream of establishing a nation ruled by magicians.

Secondly, find a suitable magician and transfer their magic to the only bloodline left by him and his long-deceased first wife, so that her eyes can be restored and she can continue to live.

Soon, the two arrived at the White Pagoda.

Heath felt he understood his "father" Ursel better than his other siblings. Some of them thought Ursel was a madman who openly conducted human experiments, and that they, his children, were simply bred by him to be used for experiments. They wanted to stay as far away from him as possible.

Some people think he's a fool who abuses his position as his child.

Heath didn't see it that way. His father was just too "naive." He simply thought it would be a good thing for his children to be like him. His understanding of everything was different from that of most people.

In recent years, with his long-term stay at home, he has become less and less like a human being. When he occasionally goes out, it is only because he feels that he should do some things that an elderly person should do, such as checking on his family members.

It's not difficult to persuade him to temporarily side with you.

That's what Heath thought, that's what he did, and that's how he succeeded.

After completing his mission, Heath left.

Rewind to the present. Stefan, Dinia, and Ronan have not yet entered the White Tower, which stands in the air and is slowly tilting.

In the blink of an eye, the three entered the white tower.

The closer you get, the more ridiculously large the White Pagoda seems. This feeling becomes even more pronounced when you are inside it. The diameter of this cylindrical tower is definitely over 100 meters, and its area exceeds that of a standard football field. You can't help but imagine how magnificent and splendid the White Pagoda must have been when it was complete.

The brief moment of thought did not delay Stefan and Dinia's actions.

The White Pagoda is still leaning, which clearly indicates that some kind of change is taking place.

Soon, the three of them descended the spiral staircase to the upper hemispherical platform.

At this point, the entire platform was tilted at a 45-degree angle. Only by releasing magic to attach and grip the ground could one stand on this tilted platform.

Although they had already sensed something, when they actually saw it, Stefan and Dinia both frowned.

Rabelais and Ussel stood together on the still-tilting platform.

Stefan turned to Dinia and said softly, "I'm taking away Ussel, who has the home advantage. I'm leaving Rabelais, this monster, to you. I'll bring him back in thirty minutes. Oh, and try not to damage this place, try your best."

As soon as he finished speaking, Stefan took Ussel away, and the two disappeared without a trace, their whereabouts unknown.

Rabelais said nothing, but swung his massive warhammer at Dinia.

With a battle axe in one hand and a sword in the other, Dinia softly called out "Ronan," and in the next instant, a semi-transparent magical armor enveloped her entire body.

Communicating with words is something that happens after the battle is over.

Now is the time for violent clashes.