Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The other "Ronan" had said "long time no see" to Dinia in French before, but this time he said "Seventh Brother, it's time to go" in Chinese. Apart from the middle-aged man in white robes who looked like a Seresian, only Ronan could understand it.

"He's trying to escape! Catch him!" Ronan shouted.

Before the words were even finished, Dinia, with perfect understanding, burrowed into Ronan's body and completed the fusion. A Dinia shrouded in Ronan's magical armor appeared, her knees slightly bent. In an instant, the ground within a hundred meters beneath her feet cracked open, exploding with a loud bang and creating a giant splash of water.

Time seemed to have been pulled away; one moment it was Roddy taking off, the next it was Ronan raising his sword with one hand to block the fused Dinia's two-handed sword.

In the next frame, Ronan's limbs are chained by chains summoned by Stefan, and he spews out red light from his mouth to clash with the red light cannon spewed out by the fused Dinia. Meanwhile, Ronan's chest has been blasted open by the black flame bullet of the "Black Dragon" Bricht, with black flames still burning on the surrounding internal organs, bones and muscles.

In the next frame, Ronan's head was crushed by the surging, squeezing liquid manipulated by Giovanni, his skull shattered, his brains exploded, and the energy wave was attenuated before he was completely hit by Dinia's red beam cannon.

At this moment, the others arrived as well. The "Eye of the Storm" flashed with lightning and rushed towards "Ronan," who was already a pile of fragments.

"Hey, don't get in my way."

As soon as he finished speaking, Colin, who had completely transformed into an elemental form and resembled a ball of lightning, was pierced through by a sword. The next instant, he reverted to human form, the longsword piercing his chest and sinking deep into the ground, pinning him to the ground.

He was a sixth-level man, just one step away from reaching the peak, and at this moment he was like a small piece of menu paper nailed to the wall.

He was just a nobody in Ronan's eyes.

As Ronan's sword pierced the "Eye of the Storm," Conrad's greatsword struck Ronan, who was not yet fully regenerated, instantly shattering the surrounding area like an earthquake, and Ronan himself was also shattered.

In the next instant, "Ronan" transformed into a red snake, like liquid, and coiled around Conrad's arm, which was as thick as a metal pillar. The arm, which looked like its muscles were about to burst through the skin, instantly shrank and became a weak little hand made of skin and bones.

Meanwhile, Ronan has regenerated and is in even better condition than before.

In an instant, Ronan launched his counterattack.

At this moment, "Ronan" was like a school of countless tiny red piranhas, swimming freely in this space completely filled with liquid. Only Giovanni, who could completely assimilate with the liquid, could compete with him in speed.

However, Giovanni is inferior to Ronan in terms of pure offensive ability.

The others couldn't keep up with Ronan's speed and could only passively defend and counterattack.

Apart from the combined Roddy, none of the others below the seventh rank could withstand a single attack from "Ronan" and could only retreat as far away as possible.

"Don't just stand there, go grab that guy."

Ronan shouted through Dinia's body.

At this moment, only he, an "outsider" who was not fully engaged in the battle, could remain calm and give orders.

"Ronan" is clearly uncaptureable. This guy's strength is practically a combination of Rodi and Dinia, and not just a combination of the current fifth-tier Ronan and sixth-tier Dinia, but a combination of the seventh-tier Ronan and seventh-tier Dinia. He's ridiculously strong.

He, Dinia, Stefan, Giovanni, and "Black Dragon" Bricht, which is equivalent to four seventh-tier fighters, couldn't suppress him.

"Don't you understand? This is the limit of human capability."

Ronan laughed wildly, "Hey you over there, stop playing house."

On the other side, a man with long purple hair, covered in scale armor, wielding a single-handed halberd with sweeping, powerful strokes, was fighting his enemies while attempting to break through the encirclement.

"Hahaha, if I had a choice but to stay, I would love to fight you to the death. Humans are so interesting."

The man wielded his guandao wildly, becoming increasingly frenzied.

Protected by his scales, various kinds of magic had almost no effect on him. Even Martina's almost rule-based magic could only turn him into a doll in certain areas, and he would recover in almost a breath.

The only option is to fight him hand-to-hand.

However, his speed and strength were still far inferior to "Ronan's". Despite his frantic slashing and hacking, he was still unable to break through the encirclement of a group of sixth- and fifth-tier warriors, as well as the assistance of Caterpillar, who could release both impact and attraction abilities.

The middle-aged man in white robes stood protectively in front of the little girl.

The battle reached a stalemate.

The battle between Ronan and the other seventh-tier fighters was a rapid flashback collision. Each strike compressed their power into a single point and was completely injected into the opponent, making it look like several points colliding in water, barely causing any aftershocks.

Both sides have entered a phase of mutual attrition.

On the other side, the battle between the young man covered in full-body scale armor and the others was much more intense. Nothing could be seen except for the constant explosions, aftershocks, and turbulence.

However, the arrogant purple-haired youth gradually fell into a slump. Perhaps his physical attributes were at the seventh level, but he did not possess any powerful magic. He relied entirely on his magic-resistant scale armor and his reckless fighting style to fight his enemies.

Breaking through is simply impossible.

But at that moment, something unexpected happened.

Both "Ronan" and the purple-haired, scale-armored young man with a Guan Dao began to turn into points of light, and as time passed, the points of light gradually dissipated.

"Damn it, we've lost big time this time," the young man cursed.

He and his second brother "Ronan" do not belong to this time and space and cannot truly stay in this time and space. They can only stay for a short time through a modified celestial passage grafted onto an ancient alternate dimension. When the time is up, if they have not returned, they will be forcibly pulled back.

However, this forced pulling will cause enormous damage to the soul and body, which even they at their level cannot withstand. It will take at least three to five years to recover.

This time, I came to this world only to conduct an experiment and, incidentally, to collect some research materials.

If everything had gone smoothly from beginning to end, it would have been fine, but now they've suffered a huge loss.

Meanwhile, as Ronan and the purple-haired youth were being photonized, the same phenomenon occurred on the middle-aged man in a white robe.

Realizing he was beginning to disappear, the middle-aged man noticed that the little girl hadn't turned into photons, so he immediately grabbed her and ran towards the distant waterspout.

The middle-aged man wasn't sure if he could get back by running into the tornado, but at this moment, he had no choice but to take the gamble.

He was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he brought the little girl to the waterspout, went inside, but nothing happened.

He was entrusted with a task but was unable to complete it. Unwilling to give up, he reached out to try and grab the little girl to disappear together. However, he grabbed nothing and looked over in astonishment, only to find that his arm had completely vanished.

Time was running out; he was about to leave this world. Knowing he could no longer keep his promise, the man could only give his friend's daughter his final instructions: "Go with the man who spoke Mandarin."

Chapter 505 Disappearance, Conflict, Repaying Kindness

As the middle-aged man disappeared, "Ronan" and the arrogant purple-haired youth also vanished.

Only a little girl with a blank expression remained.

The waterspout that was rising from below in the distance was also gradually dissipating.

Ronan and his group stood there, confused and bewildered. Everything that had happened in the short few minutes since they stepped into the inner water world was too abrupt, leaving them no choice but to be puzzled and bewildered.

Suddenly, a young man emerged from the waterspout, carrying a little girl in one arm. He was followed by a middle-aged man chasing him. No one knew who they were. Then, "Ronan" appeared. Unable to communicate, they could only fight. Unexpectedly, "Ronan" was ridiculously strong. In the end, only the little girl survived, and no one knew why they had appeared there.

"Healer" Toldo began treating "Iron Hammer" Conrad. As for "Eye of the Storm" Colin, his sword had vanished along with "Ronan's." As a sixth-tier mage, he had regained his mobility, though his magic flow was slightly disordered, making him somewhat immobile—similar to a second-tier mage repeatedly struck by a magic gun.

Meanwhile, in a room some distance away, the "Knight" also woke up.

Just then, the waterspout completely dissipated.

At the center of the original waterspout, a huge, open white shell appeared. The shell's texture was not as shiny as a normal shell; instead, it was rough like sand. Inside the shell were piles of egg-sized, round beads that emitted a red glow.

Emperor Antoro, having noticed this, snapped out of his reverie and walked toward the giant white seashell. He had spent a great deal of money to hire several of the empire's top magicians and even risked his own life for this. Although there had been some twists and turns, the item was now right in front of him, and he was determined to get it.

Duke Gene of Weyland stepped in front of the Emperor of the Will Empire. "Your Majesty, aren't you being too hasty? Shouldn't we have some discussions now? This can't be kept all by you."

Emperor Antolo scoffed, "What right do you have to discuss this? In the battle just now, not a single one of you Weylanders made a move; you were all conserving your strength. Ha, that's very much in line with the habits of you Weylanders."

"Without us leading the way, how could you have gotten here?" Gene retorted. "Besides, if I'm not qualified to discuss this, are no one else? Like I said, you don't really think you're the emperor, do you?"

The words "You don't really think you're the emperor" were the most unbearable for Antoro. In an instant, the veins on his arm bulged, and he was almost furious, but he still suppressed his anger. "Discussion? Sure, but we contributed the most and should take the largest share. However, I'm a generous person and it's not that I can't give up some, but that girl over there must be handed over to us."

The one who contributed the most effort? Probably the one with the most people on the scene.

Everyone tacitly agreed to this.

“Your Majesty, I think I should take this girl back to the Papacy.” At this moment, “Salt” Luke suddenly interjected, “The Knights of the Holy See are on their way.” Theoretically speaking, the Papacy supports the Empire, after all, Emperor Antollo is a follower of the Old Church, but there are always exceptions, such as when certain special interests are involved.

The current situation is that the truth can only be uncovered from this little girl.

“Our army of Villa is still here,” Villa’s “scholar” and “birdman” said.

You have the Knights of the Holy See, I have the regular army.

They didn't really expect to gain anything, nor did they have the ability to do so, but they still had to say what needed to be said, lest they have something to explain when they returned.

Anyway, the soft-side empire is finished.

At this moment, Ronan spoke up, "You can have that 'seashell,' but we'll take the little girl with us."

"You can have the girl, but we in Weyland have invested a tremendous amount of manpower and resources. We want more than a third of the bead in that shell," Duke Gene of Kirk said. "Are you the only ones with the power here? We in Weyland only sent three people?"

A conflict erupted between people from several countries in the Western Continent over a giant white seashell, the beads inside, and a little girl of unknown identity.

This situation was anticipated by all parties long before the trip.

We're all from this area of ​​the Western Continent, who isn't a bandit?

But when everyone shows their robber-like side, the next step is to sit down and negotiate like civilized people.

This negotiation requires careful consideration.

"Hahahaha." Just then, Stefan suddenly burst into laughter, interrupting everyone's thoughts. "Gentlemen, especially a few old men like me, as mages, shouldn't we be focusing on the strength displayed by the other Mr. Ronan? This means that the seventh rank is not the peak that cannot be advanced further. Let the politicians handle the political matters. As mages, isn't it more important to devote our limited time to further research? I personally have some small research on lifespan."

He certainly didn't intend to reveal the method for achieving immortality, but providing some ideas was no problem.

"I'm not going to stay here and listen to their endless chatter."

After saying that, Stefan walked away.

His words were partly a reflection of his true feelings. After achieving immortality, he once again felt empty, but the appearance of "Ronan" showed him that this path was not yet over, which was incredibly gratifying.

On the other hand, his words also helped Ronan clear his name, as they also affected "Black Dragon" Bricht, Duke Gene of Cork, and even Giovanni.

In a sense, these magicians who have reached the pinnacle are a very tragic species. Apart from Dinia, who is young and at less than forty years old and has already reached the sixth rank, everyone else present has sacrificed a lot and cultivated diligently for decades to reach a high rank, including Giovanni.

When they ascend to high positions, all they face is emptiness and a dwindling lifespan.

The oldest magician is currently only 150 years old, but how could someone with unparalleled power, authority, wealth, and status be willing to die?

But the higher a magician's level, the longer their lifespan. If they can improve their level again, wouldn't they be able to live even longer?

"Your Majesty, I shall take my leave now."

"Black Dragon" Bricht took his leave, having shown great interest in Stefan's "little study".

Giovanni then announced that he was preparing to leave, and before leaving, he took a special look at Ronan.

“Mr. Victor and I have a good relationship,” Duke Gene said, and then left.

In the blink of an eye, all the seventh-level beings present were ready to leave.

"The rest is up to you," Stefan said.

He had done Ronan a great favor, and it was also a way of repaying a debt of gratitude, since it was because of Ronan that he was able to live forever, which meant that Ronan had saved his life.

Of course, if an ordinary person saved his life, they might not be entitled to repay the favor. While it wouldn't amount to something like "Someone, feed the young master some cakes," they would at most offer a small favor. And if the other party wanted him to repay the favor again, they would be courting death.

Chapter 506 Stalemate, The Little Girl's Fate, and the Upcoming Negotiations

All the seventh-tier mages have left, leaving only the sixth-tier and fifth-tier mages present.

“There’s no point in staying here any longer. Anything could happen in this place at any time,” Ronan said. “I think we should take the shell first, and then we can discuss how to divide it after we get out. As for the child, leave him to me for now.”

Emperor Antolo frowned. "I think this child should be handed over to the Papacy."

With the departure of the seventh-tier mage "Black Dragon" Bricht, who had been supporting him, his confidence immediately waned, and he decided to involve the Holy See in his speech.

"Can your country find anyone who can speak Seres? I'm different; I speak Seres," Ronan said.

“He doesn’t have it, but our country does,” Villa’s “scholar” followed up.

There is no such thing as "Portugal" in this world. Villa occupied the entire peninsula. They were the first Western Continent people to come into contact with Seres during the Age of Exploration. Although they did not occupy a small piece of land in Seres like another world, there were still some missionaries and merchants there, and naturally there were people who spoke Seres.

“Ha, there are some, but I doubt there are any in China. Are you suggesting we bring them back from the East?” Ronan retorted, then questioned, “Besides, this little girl has been so frightened, and now she’s in a completely unfamiliar environment where she has no one to talk to. You gentlemen, who pride yourselves on being civilized, are you treating a child like this?”

"And the Vatican, what kind of place is that? Is it preparing to persecute heretics?"

Ronan's words silenced everyone.

On the one hand, his words were irrefutable; on the other hand, he and Dinia together formed the biggest "fist" on the scene.

"Instead of arguing here, let the children decide for themselves."

Ronan added.

His words made sense, but no one agreed. Everyone knew that the series of mysteries could only be solved through this little girl.

After saying that, Ronan pulled Dinia aside and whispered a few words in her ear.

Dinia nodded slightly, then walked toward the little girl who was still standing there.

Dinia knelt down in front of the little girl, opened her arms, and said, "Hello, don't be afraid." She spoke in Seres, with a very strange accent, but there was nothing Ronan could do; such a phrase was all he could teach Dinia for the time being.

As for why she didn't go there herself, isn't it because Dinya is a great beauty? Such a great beauty is always more approachable to little girls.

The more important reason is that he looks exactly like that "Ronan," and that "Ronan" is an accomplice of the person who kidnapped her.