Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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In June, the weather in northern Venetian is neither too hot nor too cold, around 20 degrees Celsius.

Golan wore a fitted white silk blouse, a beige long skirt, sheer nude pantyhose, and beige soft lambskin round-toed chunky-heeled shoes with a single buckle that exposed the instep.

Wearing a refreshing light-colored outfit, she gave off a sweet feeling. Her eyes, like her sister Alice's, had long, curled eyelashes and bright black pupils, but were a little narrow and long, carrying a hint of disdain. However, unlike her sister who was often serious and expressionless, Grandan liked to smile.

She is like a white rose, pure and alluring yet with a few thorns.

"Dad, what are you looking at?" Golan suddenly asked in a teasing tone.

"I think you look quite big dressed like that," Ronan said in a light, joking tone.

Golan puffed out her chest, "I wasn't small to begin with."

She has a small frame and is thin, with delicate and firm breasts. Although they don't look big when you grab them, they are actually a C cup.

Elena's grip was very, very big, bigger than Didi's, but actually it was somewhere between a D and an E.

Didi goes without saying; she has a figure like a figurine. Before meeting her, Ronan had only seen figures like hers on some anime character figurines.

Unfortunately, Dinya was wearing a loose silk dress at the time, which, although still quite large, was not nearly as large as when she wore a turtleneck sweater in winter.

At this moment, Dinya was wearing a pair of ultra-thin, transparent white stockings and a pair of nude-colored, mid-heeled, strappy, soft leather square-toe shoes.

When she is not emotionally agitated, she is like a flower on a high mountain.

Dinia suddenly stopped and reminded him, "That's enough." She knew that Ronan and Gloria had that kind of relationship.

Ronan also became serious. "By the way, aren't you going to pretend?"

Dinia still had her striking long, light blonde hair. They were currently in the wilderness outside the city, and once they entered the city, they would instantly attract everyone's attention.

“No need. I want to take him down in public. It would be even better if he could be recognized,” Dinia said.

“That’s how it should be!” Golan exclaimed.

She's always been the type to enjoy watching a good show, and this was her first business trip, which ended with her being beaten up and forced to flee in a sorry state. Now she couldn't wait to give all the teaching materials from the education center to that Armand.

Before long, Ronan and his two companions arrived at the port leading to Venetiania, the water city of this world.

Many years have passed since the opening of new sea routes, and the city is no longer the prosperous city that once held an important position in East-West trade.

Of course, the wealth accumulated over hundreds of years cannot be exhausted in a short time. Coupled with the local handicraft industry, this place is still one of the richest and most prosperous cities in the Western Continent.

It's definitely a livable city, and it's very convenient to get around.

“I’ve always been quite curious about why this guy chose to fight back and run away at the first opportunity,” Golan said, expressing his doubts.

Although Dinia said she wanted to kill the nobles' white gloves, she didn't intend to, and couldn't, kill them directly. Killing white gloves required going through legal procedures, and since procedures were involved, there was a chance of acquittal. Besides, killing them all was unrealistic.

That's one aspect. On the other hand, even if you're going to kill someone directly, do you expect them to shout, "I'm going to kill you?" In fact, apart from Armand, the other white gloves were all stunned when they were captured. Some of them were magicians, and they didn't resist because they thought they would at most lose a lot of money.

"It's simple. This guy isn't just a front man; he has other things to do. If he were discovered, he would be dead. So he didn't hesitate to fight back, kill people, and flee all the way to Venaya. However, instead of hiding his identity, he openly sought a seat as a councilor. I don't understand that either."

Ronan explained.

At this very moment, Armand is in a villa talking to a young man named Heath, the son of Ussel. Heath had conspired with Ambrina's uncle to lead a group of magicians in an attempt to kill Ambrina, seize power, and then use the techniques of magical talent transplantation and magic transplantation to realize his ideal of turning the kingdom into a country ruled by magicians.

After fleeing the Kingdom of Phos, he hid here, changing his name and concealing his strength, working as a steward for a widow.

"Heath, can Venaya protect me?" Armand asked with great concern. He knew very well that he had offended Dinia, someone he absolutely could not afford to offend.

"With the technology you've mastered, there's absolutely no problem," Heath assured him confidently.

Venaia would never easily hand over Armand, because he possessed a technology that was very useful to Venaia.

Vena sounds like a democracy and a republic, but it is actually a city-state union where the ruling class is almost hereditary.

The Kingdom of Phos has civil servants selected through examinations, while Wieland has a somewhat democratic parliament and a civil service. In comparison, Venaya's reactionary index is much higher.

Of course, in Hiss's view, Venaya was the closest to his ideal country, ruled by magicians and merchants, but there were still many "details" that needed to be added, and neither the magicians nor the merchants were strong enough.

Regarding the magician aspect, Armand's technology can be used to enhance it.

Armand's technique combined the techniques of "Islamic Religion" with the techniques from Ussel that Heath taught him.

The technology of "Green Religion" is a combination of magic, specifically, the combination of summoning and divine arts to create summoned creatures with supernatural abilities, and the combination and mutation of elements to create elemental mages with extraordinary bodies.

But this magic has two major flaws; otherwise, God's faithful sons would have been crushed by God's good son long ago.

Chapter 484 Two flaws: After stealing from the east, they had to steal from the west; now they had to run away.

The magic of union, pioneered by the Prophet of Islam, is roughly like this.

If someone possesses "summoning" magic, instead of rushing to cultivate it, they suppress it and then strive to make a divine oath through their own faith, ultimately seeking to obtain a weakened version of "divine magic," and then merging the two together.

If someone is an elemental mage, they will not advance to the next level for the time being. Instead, they will pursue their faith, make a divine oath, acquire a weakened version of the "alienation" magic, and then advance to the next level as an elemental mage.

Just by listening to this process, one can basically understand where the two flaws of combining magic lie.

First of all, this process is extremely difficult. It requires talent, perseverance, and luck, because if you're not careful, you might become a cripple. This makes the threshold for achieving magic quite high.

Secondly, even if a combination of magic is achieved, its strength will not exceed that of a single magic.

At lower levels, combined magic is even weaker than single magic. It's like two unarmored farmers, one with a small machete and the other with a stick and pebbles. The one with the machete is more likely to be stronger.

At the mid-level, my combination magic is slightly stronger. If I suddenly pull out a bow to bait or ambush you, wouldn't that be better than you?

But at higher levels, there's no difference, because at higher levels, it's all about overcoming skill with brute force.

It may seem that combined magic is not weak, but because the difficulty of upgrading or cultivating combined magic is higher than that of single magic, its actual strength does not exceed that of single magic.

In the words of the people of the Western Continent, the Greens are a bunch of heretics who perform acrobatics.

If that's the case, why did the prophet create such a combination of magic? Isn't that just pointless?

This is actually related to geography. In the peninsula desert region, there are scattered tribes that form settlements around oases and bays. These tribes do not have a unified belief, cannot unite, and even find it inconvenient to communicate with each other.

Secondly, these tribes generally have a low level of civilization, which means fewer educational resources and a smaller proportion of magicians.

The advent of magic allowed a small number of powerful individuals from various tribes to become even stronger at intermediate levels, and led everyone to pursue the same set of beliefs.

It can be said that the combination of the classics stolen by the Prophet from the West and the magic stolen from the East shaped Islam and the civilization of the peninsula.

For a true combination of magic, or rather, Taoist magic, and martial arts, one must look to Seris from the far east.

“That’s right, what Venaya needs right now is exactly my technology,” Armand said with a smile.

His technique is not complicated.

It means that from the very beginning, the talent of a person with magical talent is weakened, and another talent is implanted. In other words, this person has dual talents from the start, but they are very weak. Therefore, it is easy for him to learn combined magic. In addition, with the "mathematical training method" created by Ronan, the risk of magic damage can be basically avoided.

Coincidentally, Venaya had both the necessary conditions and the right need.

First, the upper echelons of Venaya are mostly hereditary magician families, while the lower echelons are primarily wealthy merchants—a classic example of elite rule within a city-state confederation. The Greens have a slave guard; while these slaves aren't true slaves, they're willing to gamble with their lives and aren't afraid of risks until they succeed. Given Venaya's rule by magicians and merchants, why not just spend some money and buy talent from some children?

Secondly, Venaya has a small population and a limited number of mages, but the headquarters of the Old Cult is located here, making it necessary to strengthen individuals and form a united front.

If Venaya adopts his technology, within ten years, he can produce hundreds of combined mages, forming a force to be reckoned with.

"Haha, that's right. You'll have to take care of me when you make it big," Heath said with a laugh. But what he was really thinking was that once he figured out Armand's techniques, he would take him out. It wouldn't be difficult, since he was Armand's teacher after all.

"You still need me to take care of you? This widow is so rich, and she's quite good-looking too," Armand joked, "especially those breasts."

Heath has already won over this wealthy widow with his charm, and it won't be long before he goes from being a butler to a master.

"Personally, I prefer someone slimmer, with a touch of oriental charm. Have you seen Alice, the one next to Ronan? She's a true beauty."

Heath said, gazing northwards with a touch of melancholy.

He wasn't the only one; many people love Alice's beauty, which has a touch of oriental charm.

Within the capital, various versions of novels about Director Ai interrogating criminals circulated.

Heath collected every single one of them.

Suddenly, Heath pulled a sketch out of the cabinet. "Look, this is what it looks like."

"Hmm?" Armand was momentarily surprised. "Well, I've seen someone who looks a lot like her, especially her eyes."

"What?" Heath exclaimed in surprise.

Just as he was about to ask for details, a servant suddenly rushed in, shouting, "Sir, something has happened!" As he was shouting, he saw the sketch on the table and was startled again.

"What's going on?" Heath asked, a little annoyed but still trying to maintain a friendly expression.

“Three people have come to the city, a man and two women. The man is very handsome, and the other two women, one has white hair and red eyes, and the other, well…” the servant said, pointing to the sketch on the table, “is someone who looks just like the woman in this painting.”

"As soon as they entered the city, they went around asking people about Monsieur Armand."

The servant reported.

He wasn't an informant; it's just that Rondinia and her group were too conspicuous and made no attempt to hide their inquiries. He happened to be on the street, so it was hard for him not to know about it.

Upon hearing this, Armand immediately stood up, his legs trembling. "I have to run, that woman is coming."

Heath's eyes darted around. "Don't rush."

"Isn't this urgent?" Armand shouted.

"Why are you yelling so loudly?" Heath raised his voice and shouted, "You think you can escape now? That man is most likely Ronan. He can fly, you know that?"

Armand panicked even more. "I have to run, or I'm doomed." He turned to leave.

Heath grabbed him. "Listen to me, run to the city council right now, no, to the governor's mansion. She's the prime minister of the Kingdom of Fas now. She can't kill you in front of the governor." The governor is the highest leader of the Republic of Venaya.

“Yes, that’s it. Only Venaya can save my life now.” Armand nodded repeatedly as if he had grasped a lifeline, and prepared to leave again.

"Wait, whatever you do, don't mention me, or I'll die with you," Heath quickly warned.

After Armand left.

Heath breathed a sigh of relief and began packing his things, preparing to flee. Ronan wouldn't be able to legally take Armand away? Ridiculous.

However, even Ronan couldn't resolve this matter in a short time, which would give Armand enough time to buy him.

"Damn it, where do we go now? North to the Empire, or east to the Green Church's territory?"

Heath was caught in a dilemma.

Chapter 485 Choices, Schemes, and the Prime Minister's Unscrupulous Acts

Heath ultimately chose to head north to the Empire.

Admittedly, he knew that the Suleiman Empire was not actually that strict on matters of faith; in fact, it could be said to be more enlightened than many countries in the Western Continent that adhered to the Seven Saints Religion, especially for someone like him.

Moreover, the combination magic of the Suleiman Empire can provide him with a reference. He believes that it won't be long before he, Hiss, will be able to figure out the "dual weak talent" endowment technique that Armand currently possesses. With this step, perhaps one day he will be able to realize the same-system combination that his father, Ussel, yearned for, combining "summoning" and "elemental" magic, the two oldest magics belonging to the same system.

But Hiss still chose the Empire.

Between "magical research" and "political pursuits," he chose the latter.

He had no intention of directly siding with a powerful state or trying to ally with the emperor and then going against Ronan and the future Protestant alliance. He knew he didn't have that kind of power, and he didn't believe the Old Church could win.

His idea was to go to a small, more eastern state that might not be affected in the future, to survive there first, and then start over.

The civil service system was already incredibly mature, and he had no way to utilize it in the Kingdom of Fas. He also couldn't stay in the elite democracy of Vena anymore, so he simply went to a remote place to find a "wise ruler" to realize his ideals. After all, he was still very young.

"Perhaps one day, I will also become a prime minister."

With this hope, Heath headed towards the northern port.

Just as Heath embarked on his escape with hope, Ronan and Dinia had already split up into two groups.

Ronan is a port in the north, and whether heading north to the Empire or east to the Balkans, which are now under the control of the Suleiman Empire, one must pass through here.

Meanwhile, Dinia and Golan walked unhurriedly toward the governor's mansion.

Since Dinia didn't mind being recognized anyway, Ronan went a step further and "stirred things up." The three of them inquired around the streets, afraid that no one would know that they were looking for a man named Armand who came from the Kingdom of Phos.

Armand has only two options left. The first is to escape directly, in which case he will have to face Ronan, and Dinah can arrive at an extremely fast speed.

The second option is to seek official protection from Venaya, and Dinia is on her way to find him.

Coincidentally, not far from the entrance of the Governor's Palace, Dinia saw Armand, and Armand saw him too. Armand, who was in his forties, tall and with a resolute face, was like a rabbit seeing an eagle. He burst through the guards with all his might and ran inside.

The guards did not pursue them, because Armand was brought by a "city lord councilor," and they did not know Armand, but they did know this "city lord councilor."

The "City Lord Councilor" is the person in the country whose power is second only to the governor and who is eligible to run for governor.

"Halt!" The guard holding a halberd called out in a trembling voice to stop Dinia, who was approaching step by step.

They didn't know Dinia, but Dinia was clearly no ordinary person. As novice magicians, they sensed the terrifying magical power Armand had just unleashed, but it was obvious that Armand's unleashing of such terrifying magical power was merely a pretext for making a run for it.

How terrifying must this woman be to frighten Armand like that?

"Hello, Ms. Alcott, I am Marco Veneto, a member of the Grand Council," the "city lord councilor" who brought Armand over greeted Dinia respectfully.

Someone of his stature would certainly recognize Dinia.