Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“However, Rabelais was defeated, and the White Tower failed to hold the target location, which was originally in the capital…” Ronan was about to say that the operation originally planned in the capital had not been carried out, but before he could finish speaking, he heard a loud bang.

Turning my head, I saw an arc across the sky. The next moment, the area where the palace was located suddenly shone brightly. In the blink of an eye, a loud explosion came from afar.

At this moment, some bold citizens, patrolling police officers, and even a few magicians who were originally watching Ronan and Dinia from a short distance all turned their attention to the distant royal palace.

All of this is easy to understand; it's just that the royal palace was hit by a cannonball.

"Damn, how did you do that?" Ronan was also shocked.

It's not unusual for a cannon to hit inside the palace from more than a kilometer away, but the fact that it could cause such a loud noise that even he could see and hear it was truly exaggerated.

"The past?" Dinia asked.

“No need, they can handle this little thing perfectly well,” Ronan said.

A few minutes later, Stefan and Ussel appeared not far from Ronan and Dinia's line of sight.

Stefan's white hair was a mess, and his tailored clothes were tattered. He should have called Ronan and Dinia to help him immediately, but he was stunned. Yes, stunned. He thought that when he returned, he would be in the capital, but he never expected that he would be surrounded by such things.

Ussel, who appeared to be a curly-haired, slightly disheveled middle-aged man, scanned his surroundings with a pair of childlike, clear eyes. He certainly knew where he was, but he couldn't quite believe it.

According to his son, who seemed to be named Heath, the White Tower should have flown to the palace and made contact with another section of the White Tower buried beneath the palace square. Then, we would know what Oran, the founding monarch of the Golden Eagle Dynasty, was studying in the final stage of his life.

As for other things like coups, chaos, and the new order, Ussel simply ignored them.

But the current situation—the White Tower did not fall into the palace, and Rabelais was no longer there—undoubtedly, it was a failure.

“Oh, I see,” Ussel sighed.

You couldn't read frustration on his face, because he really wasn't frustrated. In his eyes, agreeing to Heath and Rabelais's request was a trivial matter, like throwing a pebble at a lamb drinking by the river. If you hit it, you'd be happy; if you didn't, there was nothing to be upset about.

Of course, Ussel was not unaware that his actions were inappropriate in some respects.

Ursel dispelled the spell, transforming into a curly-haired boy. He leaped more than ten meters, clearing the wasteland, and arrived in front of Ronan, asking, "Is my crime very serious?"

Ronan was almost stumped by this guy. He covered his face, gave a helpless, wry smile, and then replied, "Very serious."

How could the crime of rebellion not be serious?

Ussel didn't react much, and then began to talk to himself in a serious tone, "Oh, alright. The fine can't exceed 10,000 gold coins, because I only have 16,342 gold eagle coins in total, and I need to keep some. Although many people are willing to sponsor me, there are some sponsorships I don't want to accept. As for the sentence, it can't exceed two months. I still have a lot of interesting research to do."

"In short, if the fine exceeds ten thousand, or if I have to serve more than two months in prison, I will probably choose to defect and leave the Kingdom of Fas for other countries."

"If it's okay, I won't go for now and will help you deal with this pile of junk. If not, I'll leave."

Ussel's tone was not forceful at all; it was neither a plea nor a threat, but simply an explanation of his thoughts.

Chapter 407 You're the fool, the officials' "acting skills"

You might think this old man Ussel is foolish, but he's not. He's perfectly clear about the nature of his actions. Judging from his past experiences, when he doesn't want to be deceived, no one can deceive him.

He even knew very well that Ronan was a person who could make decisions; otherwise, he wouldn't have come to Ronan so immediately.

But you could say he wasn't stupid. Just for something whose authenticity was completely uncertain, he got involved in a rebellion, and he acted on it immediately.

After it was all over, he solemnly told people that punishment and sentencing were no problem, but it couldn't go too far. If it went too far, he would go abroad to make money.

Ronan sighed, "Alright, I'll have to take care of this for you, old man."

There was nothing they could do; the trio was already missing one of Rabelais. Although the muscular old man was most likely not dead but had run away, it was impossible to catch him now.

It is a fact that we have lost one of our strategic weapons of mass destruction.

But facts aside, the Rabelais affair still needs to be covered up. Since no one witnessed his participation in the rebellion, let's just pretend it never happened.

But Ussel, the master of the White Tower, damn it, the White Tower flew over and turned the capital upside down like this.

It was like a slap in the face to the nation.

It's impossible to cover it up; the only options are to declare him a rebel and clear his name.

If they determined that he was a rebel, they had no choice but to kill him, otherwise the country would lose all face. But even if they killed him, the country would still lose face.

Ironically, the best way to handle this without damaging the country's prestige is to whitewash him.

It cannot even be said that he was deceived into participating in the rebellion, because the three leaders could not be fools. It can only be said that he was involved and used without his knowledge.

“It can be done, but there’s an extra condition.” Ronan changed the subject. “Come with me later, and you have to get Her Majesty the Queen to punch you. After that, you don’t have to do anything; just turn around and leave. What I mean is…”

Ussel agreed before Ronan could even finish speaking, "No problem."

“By the way, I meant in public,” Ronan added.

Ussel pressed one hand to his head, tilted his head to the side, and asked, "Is there a difference?"

"Why don't we have him apologize in public?" Dinia suggested.

"Why should I apologize?" Ursel asked Dinia, looking puzzled.

When asked this, Dinya was stunned. "You've already confessed."

Ussel suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said "Oh," stroking his clean-shaven chin. "I understand. You're just like my third wife, a rather dim-witted person. You think that my willingness to plead guilty and accept punishment is an admission of wrongdoing, which is incorrect. First of all, I did nothing wrong, and secondly, I don't believe I did anything wrong. It's just that pleading guilty and accepting punishment is only to reduce trouble. To be more specific, going against 'social conventions' is very troublesome, so I plead guilty."

"But apologizing goes against my own understanding. I don't like it, and it's meaningless. Does apologizing have any meaning? Do you understand this explanation, silly little girl?"

After speaking, Ussel used a very gentle, almost deliberately childish tone throughout, like an older brother talking to a three- or five-year-old girl.

Stefan remained silent.

Dinia clenched her fist.

Only Ronan smiled.

Ussel sighed and patted Ronan on the shoulder. "You're a smart man. It must be tough being with such a silly woman. But it's okay. Sometimes helplessness is sweet. Thinking back, my third wife was the one I loved the most. She was the only one who could hit me on the head with a baguette that had been sitting out overnight."

"Hahaha." Ronan burst out laughing, losing his composure.

Ronan then took off his coat and draped it over Dinia before heading to the palace.

Stefan magically changed his clothes and tidied his appearance before following.

Ussel also transformed into a middle-aged man, donning a fiery cloak and wielding a golden staff. His eye sockets were replaced by bolts of lightning, and a giant ice serpent suddenly emerged from beneath his feet. Standing atop the serpent, Ussel caught up with the three ahead.

Soon, Ronan and his party arrived at the palace.

The scene in front of the gate was quite interesting.

On the outermost perimeter were some nobles living near the palace, church priests, and a few residents watching the spectacle.

At the main gate of the palace, a large group of officials, including the prime minister, ministers, and heads of various central government departments and subordinate agencies, were gathered, shouting that they wanted to rush in and protect the emperor.

There were many magicians around them, who also shouted along.

The problem is that the guards had already gone inside to protect the emperor, and there were only five guards at the gate. They didn't dare to stop these high-ranking officials, and they couldn't stop them even if they wanted to. Many of these officials were mages, and they were accompanied by other mages.

The ridiculous thing is that these officials are all crying and shouting for the emperor's protection, yelling, "Guards, make way! Let us in quickly!"

The guards desperately wanted to let them in, but somehow some bastard had cast a spell on them, freezing the three of them in place and preventing them from making way.

"Your Majesty, you cannot die!" The voice was so loud, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear it.

"Ah, my Majesty!" Some people even fainted on the spot from excitement.

The officials acted as if they themselves would not live if the king died, yet not a single one of them went inside.

Seeing someone faint from crying, several others immediately followed suit. The subordinates and the young magician who had been temporarily recruited shouted that so-and-so had fainted.

Several officials also grabbed the prime minister, crying and pleading, "Prime Minister, we know you want to go in, but you can't go!"

"Don't stop me!" Several ministers were also struggling desperately, looking as if they would risk their lives to rush in and protect the emperor.

He struggled, but his face wasn't turned towards the palace; instead, it was turned towards the onlookers outside, as if afraid they wouldn't see or remember his loyal face.

They only quieted down when they saw Ronan and his group arrive.

Ronan glanced at the Prime Minister, Alexander, who was still being held back by several people, and gave Ronan a look of utter despair.

Dinia was furious watching this group of people putting on an act; she felt an urge to shoot these bastards to death with a red light cannon.

Ronan then went inside. The palace gates were so large, with five guards standing there, that it was still easy to enter.

Ronan and his entourage went inside, and the officials followed. They had just fainted but quickly came back to life and hurried after them.

There were no casualties in the palace, and even the buildings were only slightly damaged. The central square was blasted apart, creating a large crater. Beneath the soil in the crater, there was a huge square partition, and from beneath the partition, a strange aura that Ronan recognized was faintly emanating.

Ronan glanced at Dinia, and Dinia returned his gaze.

Now it’s confirmed.

It was the same aura that emanated from the white tower in the new continent's alternate dimension before it was activated and sent people to heaven.

Ussel immediately stood in front of Ronan. "What do you know?"

“We’ll talk about it in a few days,” Ronan replied.

Now is not the time to explain these things to Ussel.

Chapter 408 One punch, God, tone determines facts

“No problem,” Ussel replied.

He didn't mind taking a few days off.

At this moment, Ambrina and Elena also rushed over after noticing Rondinia's arrival.

At the same time, the palace guards and members of the mage corps also followed.

Many of the officials didn't know Stefan and Ussel, and the young mages who followed the officials only felt that the two were very powerful. After all, Stefan hadn't been out and about for twenty years, and Ussel's last active period was fifty years ago. In recent years, he had only occasionally gone out to visit relatives.

However, although they didn't know each other, they could all tell that Stefan and Ussel were top-notch magicians.

After all, Ussel had deliberately put on a show of intimidation, doing something unnecessary that only children would do when they were fighting, like casting a spell of intimidation.

As for Stefan, he was the kind of person who looked like a master.

The members of the mage corps were different; they all knew Stefan and Ussel.

Not to mention their seventh-tier realm, even if they weren't at the seventh tier, the two of them were already legendary enough.

Stefan, a manifestation magician, became the headmaster of the kingdom's number one magic academy, making him the first person in history to do so. It should be noted that for the past three hundred years, all the headmasters have been elemental mages. The reason is simple: elemental magic is the only type of magic that relies on learning, comprehension, and development to make progress.

Other magic is considered heretical by elemental mages, especially fate magic, which is an insult to the word "magic." Conjuration mages are nothing more than monkeys who can use sticks, and transformation mages are just gorillas who don't need any brains at all.

Stefan, this "crooked path," became the principal under such prejudice.

Ussel, a living legend, the last man left from the previous golden age, older than Lawrence, that alone is enough.

For a moment, the members of the mage group could hardly contain their excitement; this was their idol, a living one!

Ronan ignored everyone else and went straight to Ambrina, whispering something in her ear.

Ambrina's eyes widened, her lips slightly parted, and she still looked incredulous even after Ronan finished speaking.

He took a step forward, then turned back to look at Ronan, his face seemingly asking, "Is this really how it should be?"

Ronan nodded vigorously and raised his fist in a gesture of encouragement.

Ambrina took a deep breath and, in front of the palace guards, a group of officials, a group of nobles, a mage corps, and some conscripted mages, unleashed her magic "Restaurant".

In an instant, the alternate dimension descended into the real world. The square, which had been a mess after being bombarded and was in ruins, was transformed into a country manor field in a flash. In front of Ambrina, there was a rectangular dining table.

All the mages present felt the suppression. Even Ronan, a fifth-tier mage, felt that his magic was having some difficulty circulating normally. The leader of the mage corps, who was also a fifth-tier mage, was not in a better situation than Ronan. Only Dinia, a sixth-tier mage, and the two old monsters, Stefan and Ussel, did not feel it particularly obviously. As for the others whose strength was below Ronan's, their magic was obviously not flowing smoothly. As for the first and second-tier mages, they were basically in a state of magic suppression.

Besides Ronan, Dinia, Stefan, and Ursel, the other four people in the know were completely dumbfounded. What had Queen Ambrina gone mad with, suddenly unleashing magic? And wasn't her magic a bit too exaggerated?

The last person to be able to summon space to cover reality was Oran, three hundred years ago.

Ambrina took deep breaths, repeatedly telling herself, "It's okay, trust Ronan, it's okay..."

And so, Ambrina walked up to Ussel and clenched her fist.

Ambrina suddenly punched Ursel in the face, making Ursel's head turn around and stagger back two steps.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

My God, what's going on here?

Especially for the members of the mage group who knew Ursel, it felt like the sky had fallen.

Even God the Father descending to earth couldn't control this situation.

Should we protect the emperor or flee?

Cast two spells and then run away; that should be enough to justify the salary the king gave me, right?

However, just when the members of the mage group thought that an earth-shattering battle was about to take place, the "Lord of the White Tower," the pinnacle of the kingdom's magicians, the living legend Ussel, simply rubbed his slapped cheek, nodded to Ambrina, his lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and turned away.

Ussel originally wanted to say that the Freigo family bloodline had finally hit rock bottom and rebounded, but then he remembered that he had promised Ronan that after being beaten, he would leave without saying a word, so he left without saying a word.