Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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She was already quite impatient to chop off Ronan's hand.

Ronan stretched out his left hand and turned his face to the side. "You do it."

Dinia opened her palm. "Sword."

As the one who was attacked, he had to provide the murder weapon himself. That's really something. Ronan materialized the sword into Dinia's hand.

Dinia grabbed Ronan's left wrist, aimed at Ronan's arm, and slashed down with her sword.

However, her sword strike didn't sever Ronan's left arm completely; it just barely touched the bone, making a cut. "Sorry, I didn't use enough force," Dinia said, drawing her sword and raising it high again. She was supposed to strike the same spot, but she missed. This time, she used more force and just managed to sever the bone, but she didn't cut through the flesh below.

With another apology, Dinia raised her hand and slashed down with her sword once more.

Her posture was like that of a little girl with thin arms and small hands chopping at a pig's trotter with a kitchen knife. She chopped and chopped for a long time, making several cuts, but still couldn't cut the pig's trotter in two.

This was intentional. With Dinia's strength—she could bend iron pillars with ease—and her superhuman skill, she could cut off Ronan's hand before he even felt the pain, ensuring a clean cut.

"Oh, mistake, last strike, I promise," Dinia said, suppressing a laugh.

Chapter 585 The Whereabouts of the Purple-Clad Man, and This is All He Has in His Left Hand? This is the Church

Paul, who was small and somewhat unattractive, was terrified. Real women were indeed too scary, and his prosthetic girls were much cuter.

Pope Renato, however, wore a smile. In his eyes, Ronan and Dinah were clearly showing off their affection. His own daughter from his youth was also a fiercely independent woman, but later, his family forced him to climb the ranks within the church, forcing them to separate. The Seven Churches, the Old Church, prohibits clergy from marrying.

After successfully hacking Ronan until he was grimacing and his handsome face was contorted, Dinia finally gave Ronan a quick death by severing his arm with a single sword stroke.

Paul was still in a daze from fear when Pope Renato called out to him. He then snapped out of it, quickly took the Son's left hand, and went over to put it on Ronan.

The metallic arm was hollow. After it was attached, Paul was using his magic to stitch it together. Before the stitching was finished, Ronan's hand was suddenly pulled by a strange force and forced to regenerate at supersonic speed. Bones and flesh instantly grew into the interior of the metal arm, filling it completely.

The arm, which was originally hard and cold like metal, quickly began to soften, as if a layer of dark silver skin had been covered over Ronan's hand.

The next second, the Holy Son's left arm had completely merged with Ronan's left arm, becoming a part of Ronan.

Dinia watched from the side, feeling a little disappointed. The hand was somewhat magical, but that was all. There was no awe-inspiring holy light shining down, nor any intense magical fluctuations. The scene was not much different from wearing a prosthetic limb.

"It seems that you don't actually need me."

Paul looked disappointed; his special magic and superb skills hadn't even had a chance to be displayed before it was all over.

“I still have to thank you,” Ronan said.

Paul shook his head. "No need. Just don't kill me."

Ronan was stunned. Before today, he had never even heard of Paul, let alone met him. Why would he want to kill him?

Paul sighed. "I once performed body adjustments on the leader of the purple-clad men. If it weren't for me, he would have had to forcibly change his body again, further weakening him. He would have had no chance of going to Egypt to get a new body and then leading his men to Seris."

“Well, if you hadn’t told me, I probably wouldn’t have known at all,” Ronan said.

“I must say, that guy took my most cherished work.” Liu Bei said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with hatred. “He went to Seris to seek the secret of immortality. If you’re interested, go find him.”

He was unable to take revenge himself, so he could only hope that Ronan would avenge him.

After saying that, he left.

After leaving, Pope Renato looked at Ronan expectantly. The Son of God's left hand had been preserved within the Church for so many years, but no one knew what abilities it would grant once it was reattached.

Ronan experimented with his new left hand, fiddling with it for a while, and basically figured out its function.

It has only three very simple functions: absorb magic, store magic, and release magic.

There are two ways to absorb magic power. One is like a mage's natural meditation, which is slower. The other is to bring your hand within about three meters of another mage and directly absorb their magic power, which is much faster.

The stored magic can be used for personal purposes or cast directly. The amount stored is limited, roughly half of Ronan's total magic power, which is the magic power level of a typical fourth-tier mage. A mage's total magic power doubles with each tier increase, which is why Ronan is still stuck at the fifth tier. After all these years, he hasn't reached the magic power threshold to advance to the sixth tier.

The last function, casting, is similar to a magic gun. It directly converts magic into bullets and fires them. The power is also similar, enough to disable a first-tier mage and temporarily prevent a second-tier mage from using magic. However, the rate of fire is very fast, and as long as there is still magic, it can continue to fire.

That's it?

Pope Renato's expression was complex upon seeing this result.

Disappointment, but also relief. Disappointment because the Holy Son's left hand had no magical power at all, far inferior to the spine and heart described in the records. Relief because he had simply given Ronan something not very powerful, and he felt no reluctance at all.

Ronan looked at the new left hand. In general, the left arm of this Holy Son did not seem like a divine artifact like the body of a god. Instead, it was more like a soldier's standard equipment. Its function was simple and brutal, its power was sufficient, and it did not require any operation. It was plug-and-play.

That makes sense, since the Holy Son was originally a "soldier".

According to the account of "Gardener" Tyr, whom they met at the Haidi Man ruins, and the story told by "Engineer" Ketterer, whom they later encountered.

The Holy Son is an advanced artificial intelligence robot, but unlike them, he is a combat type.

The Holy Son's purpose in coming here was likely to hunt down traitorous humans, those who joined the revolution with artificial intelligence. However, when the Holy Son arrived in this world, the otherworldly beings had already returned. But whether they actually returned is unclear.

After all, the AIs that remained in this world only knew that their leader and comrades had left through a closed passage and never returned.

Regarding the Holy Son, it's unclear whether there was a problem when he came to this world, or if there was a problem before he came. After taking the original seed stored with "Gardener" Tyr, he stayed in this world and mingled with the humans. His closest relationships were with seven people who were both friends and disciples, and they developed a set of doctrines.

The year he died was the first year of the Holy Calendar. More than a hundred years after his death, the Seven Saints Sect was established by the disciples and descendants of the original seven people.

The truth of history has been buried forever in history, and no one knows it.

After saying goodbye to the Pope, Ronan and Dinia left. Outside, they encountered the Grand Master.

"I'm about to leave, and I haven't even introduced myself yet. I'm Friedrich Schmidt." The Grand Master simply stated his name and extended his hand, without giving his full name. As the inheritor of another power of the Holy Son, he was naturally a nobleman and a born magician, so his full name was incredibly long.

Ronan and Dinah shook hands with him and introduced themselves as well.

"Speaking of which, as the one who inherited that power, shouldn't you be the one summoning?" Ronan asked curiously.

According to the Pope, the power of the Son of God is passed down to the most recent newborn after the death of the previous one. To ensure that the new successor is at least a magician, a natural-born summoning magician is usually brought in.

“It’s mutated. Maybe it’s because I’m too devout, so it’s turned into ‘divine magic,’ hahaha.” The Grand Master laughed as he spoke. “Actually, thinking about it carefully, a man like me who is only good at comforting lonely ladies is indeed more devout and pure than most people in the church.”

"Haha, maybe."

Ronan laughed along.

To be honest, if the Grand Master is only involved in having affairs with married women, his lifestyle is actually cleaner than that of most people in the church.

This is the church.

Chapter 586 An internal strife, all plagiarized from Ronan, a candidate for princess.

In September 1603, a rebellion broke out in the Rhine region, and the suppression began.

These rebels claimed to be advocating for national self-determination and the development of freedom, but few people responded to their call.

Because these leaders were actually lower- and middle-ranking nobles in the Rhine region who had been stripped of their power, along with merchants and small landowners who had lost their favor.

Under Ronan's policies, there were certainly complaints from the local lower classes, but the basic problems of food and clothing had been solved. Apart from the villagers and the hooligans and scoundrels in the town who did not farm or have proper jobs, no one else was willing to openly support them, but they could still provide some resources in secret.

After all, deep down they still disliked the French and wanted them to leave. However, even if the French left, the factories and farms had to remain.

Typically, I don't support these radical and violent people. I don't think these rebels represent the bad guys in our society. But if the "bad guys" can get some benefits, I'll get a share too.

Ronan and Ambrina's idea was to resolutely kill the entire family of the rebels, while adopting a lenient attitude towards the small farmers and workers who were openly ignored but secretly supported.

Meanwhile, the central government received a report from the colonies that a rebellion had also broken out there. This had happened a month earlier. Ronan’s two former students, the caste-based indigenous federation founded by O and the city-state founded by Chip, which was ruled by Rag slaves, had joined forces to wage war against the colonies. The reason for the war was that the Phos colonists had brutally massacred hundreds of innocent indigenous people.

Of course, this is all nonsense. Whether it was the corrupt and comprador Obama or the outwardly traitorous but actually ambitious Chip, neither cared about the lives of the few people below them. The reason they launched the war was because the colonizers had exploited them too much over the years, and they wanted to express their attitude.

In October, Villa and Weyland made peace.

Because of O. Chip, the war he started had a chain reaction.

Rebellions have also broken out in Wieland and the colonies of Villa, and it is necessary to quell them.

Unlike Ronan's original timeline, this world's native inhabitants include superhumans, and fewer people have died from infectious diseases. Although it is still colonized due to the disparity in military strength, the number of native inhabitants is considerable, and if they were to cause trouble, it would be quite a problem.

Also in October.

Suleiman and the Empire made peace, as did the Imperial Emperor and the Protestant princes within the Empire.

Suleiman the Elder ceased hostilities because the old Sultan had died, and a new round of bloody infighting among the princes had begun, leaving them with no extra strength to fight the Empire. Even in the age of firearms and cannons, Suleiman the Elder retained this tradition: once the old Sultan died, the princes would kill each other until only one remained—the new Sultan.

While this approach ensures that each generation of sultans possesses considerable military and political acumen, it also represents a continuous drain on their own resources.

On the other hand, the reason for the truce between the emperor and the Protestant princes was quite simple.

They lacked money and food, and the fighting could not continue.

It will take at least several years before we can start another war.

Unable to fulfill his promise to the group of magicians he had won over, the emperor had no choice but to copy Ronan once again and issue them tobacco monopoly licenses.

The tobacco quota was used as a form of enfeoffment.

The difference is that the Kingdom of Phos taxes tobacco, and it's a heavy tax. In order to keep these magicians on his side, the emperor simply exempted them from taxes.

Aside from these warring countries, other countries are all different in their own way.

After the Netherlands became a republic, the people's wealth had just been ruthlessly plundered, and everyone wanted to try their luck at sea. Now, they were going all out to develop maritime trade, showing a strong tendency to take over the position of Villa in East-West trade.

The Kingdom of Belgium, which split from the original United Kingdom of the Netherlands, also followed the example of the Kingdom of Fass by exchanging land for shares in an attempt to concentrate its national power and do something big.

Switz, this mountainous country, has completely abandoned its neutrality, as if afraid that people wouldn't know it's a neutral nation. It has begun to resemble the Swiss economic model of the original Ronan timeline. Years of war, as well as the internal purges carried out by various countries in order to unify their national power, have turned it not only into a transit hub, but also a place where many powerful and wealthy businessmen have transferred some of their assets.

Venaia continued to work as a middleman, selling his counterfeit Eastern goods and still making money, but the military strength was indeed getting worse and worse. The governor tried to implement military reforms, but ended up stepping down.

The leaders of the various countries in the Western Continent were either overwhelmed with problems or too busy to handle them.

On the contrary, Ronan, who used to be the busiest, has become less busy during this period.

Nighttime, on the large bed in the royal palace.

Wearing a white bra, white panties, and medium-thickness white stockings, Ambrina lay on her side on the bed, her hands squeezing Ronan's huge penis and licking it in small sips.

Ambriina, a 38-year-old mother of three, still looks youthful, like a girl in her early twenties. However, her breasts have grown considerably larger, now a D cup, and her hips and thighs are also much fuller, appearing even more voluptuous under the white stockings.

“Anli, how are those girls doing with their internship at the Inner Court Secretariat?” Ronan asked.

Ambrina raised her head slightly, stroking Ronan's massive penis with her hand while using her saliva as a lubricant, and said, "The two who stand out the most are Velma and Charlotte. However, Velma is too tall, almost as tall as Lily. I feel that Lucien doesn't like her very much. You know, Lucien has been inexplicably a little afraid of Lily since he was a child. Charlotte, on the other hand, is very beautiful and gentle, and quite good at socializing. She seems to get along well with everyone else."

"How is Erica?" Ronan asked again.

“Mrs. Antari said it was a bit rash,” Ambrina replied.

“Charlotte won’t do. Her father was one of my old subordinates, and politically he’s part of the Southern faction. The Southern faction can’t be in power,” Ronan said.

A new emperor brings a new court. Perhaps other rulers like to leave behind loyal ministers to their descendants, but Ronan didn't want to bring his son a group of people who needed to be purged.

“That’s true.” Ambrina nodded. “Then should we choose Erica?”

“She wants to sleep with Lucien, but not as queen. Her military connections are too deep. We need her, but being queen is too dangerous,” Ronan said.

The series of victories had given the military of the Kingdom of Phos a great deal of satisfaction, and these people would not be content.

If one of these people were a relative of the emperor, Ronan felt he would likely lose control of his son.

"So, you think Verma is a good candidate?" Ambrina asked.

Ronan gently stroked Ambrina's head. "It could be her, but it's not a must. As long as she's from a common background and has no special connections, it'll be fine."

Ambrina gave a soft "hmm" and climbed onto Ronan. With just one look, Ronan understood. He put one arm around her back and kissed her.

While giving each other a wet kiss, Ambrina pulled down her panties, grabbed Ronan's huge penis with one hand, and inserted it into her already soaked vagina, followed by a satisfied moan.

While lying down, Ronan gently arched his back and used his other hand to draw circles on Ambrina's anus.

Ambrina's toes immediately curled up inside her white stockings, causing the stockings covering her feet to wrinkle.

Chapter 587 You wouldn't believe it, the old methods don't work, she meets the conditions

More than half an hour later, Ambrina lay face down on the bed, her hands being pulled behind her by Ronan, her legs spread apart, and her forefeet pushing against the carpet beside the bed.

With each withdrawal, Ronan loosened his grip slightly, causing Ambrina to lean forward, her massive penis sliding out with only the head remaining inside. With each thrust, he exerted force, simultaneously pulling Ambrina backward and pushing her all the way in, as if he wanted to shove his balls in as well.

As Ronan's movements became faster and faster, Ambrina's lower body was splashed with vaginal fluid during the thrusting. Many parts of her white stockings were already soaked and semi-transparent with vaginal fluid, and the large patch of thick, dark pubic hair on her lower body was wet and sticky, making it particularly secluded.

In the final moments, Ronan accelerated again, and Ambrina's fair, plump, and soft buttocks trembled violently and rapidly, while she cried out "Oh ah oh ah!"

Finally, Ronan ejaculated. After ejaculating, Ronan thrust a few more times with greater force before letting out a long sigh and pulling out.

After lying down for a while to recover, Ambrina got up and sat up. Ronan stood on the bed in a horse stance, and Ambrina grasped the limp penis with both hands, her eyes hazy as she used her mouth and tongue to clean the remaining fluid off it.

Then, the two lay on their sides, embracing each other, and gently caressed one another.

Ambrina pressed and stroked Ronan's chest muscles with one hand, her chubby legs in white stockings draped over Ronan's waist and kept rubbing against him. Suddenly, she lifted her up and said, "By the way, Ronan, there's something you know."

Ronan ran his hand back and forth between Ambrina's soft, fleshy buttocks and her white-stockinged legs, asking, "What is it?"

Even though there were only two people in the large room, Ambrina lowered her voice very much, "That boy Yingqi, she has that kind of feeling towards you, you understand?"

"No way," Ronan said.

Ambrina reached out and gently pinched Ronan. "Everyone else noticed, except you."