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At this point, Ashley provided the answer: "Because this new army is made up of female slaves, and they are Laghmen."

Thanks to magic, in this world, as long as you are a magician, you are a superior person, regardless of gender. Laws and customs that are unfavorable to women only apply to ordinary women.

However, in most countries, ordinary people can hardly afford the cost of education and learning magic. Even those with some wealth would gamble on their sons. This is an influence brought about by cultural customs developed over thousands of years of civilization. But the root cause lies in a very primitive and unchangeable fact: male humans can impregnate multiple females, and a family can quickly form and grow in two or three generations. Females, on the other hand, cannot. A female can only give birth to one child at a time, and it takes a long time.

Magicians are often dependent on their families, and only one in a hundred people is truly talented. This necessitates having many children and constantly introducing new blood, most of which are sons-in-law rather than daughters-in-law.

As for the daughter, we can just sell her for a good price.

This leads to a phenomenon where the majority of magicians are male, but compared to the average person, the proportion of outstanding women in the magician community is far, far higher.

Conversely, the number of "hidden gems" among women far exceeds that among men, especially among the Lagh people.

"The Laghmen? I wonder if this Sultan has considered that this is taking away their business."

Ronan couldn't help but show a hint of sympathy in his eyes. The "they" he referred to were a group of colonial nations in the Western Continent.

Moreover, Suleiman even created a set of magic suitable for the Rag people. If this didn't attract the covetous eyes of bandits, it would be a miracle that God the Father had descended. After all, no being but God the Father could remove the greed in those people's hearts, not even Death.

That's all the intelligence we have. Isabel then asked Ronan, "What did the Queen Mother say to you?"

“She’s being honest about her identity, and she hopes we can help her in the process of regaining power,” Ronan said.

Kate Pierre, who had been dozing off to the side, suddenly opened one eye. "Can she afford the price?"

"Money, money, money, all you ever think about is money," Ronan couldn't help but mutter.

Kate Pellegrini sat up. “If I made you work on a construction site for a hundred years for nothing, with only so-called work points and no wages, and you weren’t even allowed to go online, you would love money just like me.”

Golan glanced at Ronan, a wry smile on her lips. "The only thing she can afford right now is her own body."

"This is what you call an offer? She's dreaming, you shameless old wench." Ashley revealed her street hustler nature, her language was incredibly vulgar.

Actually, Queen Mother Falek is younger than most of the people present; she's only in her early thirties. She just looks and has a more mature, married-looking figure.

"Hmm, Ashley, be careful, there are children here," Ronan reminded her.

Astrid, who was idly playing with her yo-yo with her foot nearby, remarked, "I'm an adult."

“There should be some good stuff in Suleiman’s royal treasury,” Dinia suddenly remarked.

Instantly, everyone's eyes, including Ronan's, were on her. Dinia had always been a person of high moral standards, without the typical Western Continent person's mannerisms, but her words just now were very Western Continent.

Dinia was somewhat puzzled. "Am I wrong? There must be good things in Suleiman's treasury."

“Yes, absolutely right, Didi. The Suleiman royal treasury must contain many things from the old empire. There’s a famous saying in Seris, ‘Act on behalf of Heaven,’ and another, ‘The virtuous should rule.’” Ronan clapped his hands in approval.

Zhao Yingqi covered her face. If this continued, what would become of Seris in their hearts?

After studying for so many years, Dinia's Chinese was quite good, and she immediately understood, "Ronan, we're not robbers, stop with the sarcastic remarks."

“Actually, they’re just so-so,” Ambrina added. “Those old magical artifacts are all showy but useless, unless they’re real ‘antiques.’” As the queen, she was the most qualified to speak on this matter.

In this world, the level of contemporary magicians has surpassed that of the ancients in every way. Now, a fifth-tier magician can completely defeat a sixth-tier magician whose magic power is twice that of their own and whose magic power is 20% to 30% higher. Not to mention magical creations, they are far ahead of their predecessors.

But true "antiques," that is, things that were taken from ruins and related to otherworldly beings, are a different story.

“It seems we should get involved,” Elena said.

“Indeed, there should be genuine antiques inside,” Agustina added.

“Mom and Godmother are right,” Astrid agreed.

Chapter 641 Excitement, Loss of Composure, Just for Fun?

The next day at noon, during lunch, Ronan secretly found an opportunity to tell Falek to come to his room in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, Falek went to Ronan's room, only to find three other people there besides Ronan: Dinia, Ambrina, and Isabel.

Even though her career in palace intrigue is over, Falek still habitually observes people's expressions and moods.

Ambrina was gnawing on a chicken leg, eating in a completely unrefined manner. Although Falek had known the former empress for so long that she was a very easygoing person, wasn't she being a little too casual at this moment?

Isabel was staring at her with a gaze that seemed to want to strip her naked.

Dinia didn't look at her, her face expressionless, making it impossible to guess her attitude.

Falek showed no sign of nervousness, sitting down as if he were at home.

Isabel pushed the intelligence summary sheet in front of Falek.

Farek glanced at it and understood what the other person meant. This was to tell her that the Sultan was now trying to gain the support of the Royal Guard, and she was in deep trouble.

In the past, under normal circumstances, Falek would habitually show her weak side. However, at this moment, facing Ronan and these three women, she suddenly became somewhat excited for some reason. "Heh, this is exactly what I expected, or rather, it was entirely in line with the plan."

“Really? That’s good.” Isabel said in a flat tone.

This bland tone further fueled Falek's desire to perform.

“Suleiman has reached a point where he has no choice but to make changes. He probably doesn’t know that those young people who are selling him reform plans were actually sent to him by me,” Falek said with a hint of disdain. “Originally, I wanted to protect him and them. I’m a woman with no children. Although the old Sultan wanted me to die shortly after his death, he has treated me fairly well over the years. I still want this country to get better.”

"I just didn't expect that he, and these young people, who had just gained a little bit of strength, would try to kill me as their first act."

"It is right to send the Imperial Guards to serve as local officials and to establish a new slave army."

"But he didn't understand that the high-ranking officers in the Imperial Guard, namely the legion commanders, are not willing to become local officials. Isn't it better to control their big businesses in the capital? They also don't want the lower-ranking officers of the Imperial Guard to take exams. If the lower-ranking officers take exams to become officials, will they still have talent that they can use at low cost?"

"As for becoming a new slave army, even if it is composed of Rag female slaves, there will be too many people who oppose it."

"So, there are still many people who hope that I, this 'dead man,' will come back to life. You don't need to worry about that."

At this point, Falek's expression wasn't one of happiness, but rather helplessness and anger.

"Instead of calming down and slowly developing his own power, he hopes to incite others to fight each other through political maneuvering so that he can become the final winner. In essence, it is nothing more than a replica of the tricks of women fighting each other in the palace. It is very low-level. True innovation is to sweep away the old forces with the help of the big picture, and the next level is to consolidate the base, distinguish between friend and foe, and strike precisely."

At this point, Falek got a little carried away, his tone revealing a hint of anger at his son's lack of ambition.

Why can't this Sultan put aside his hatred for her and consider the bigger picture? Why can't he be more patient and accumulate strength first?

“You’re pretty good,” Ambrina said, still chewing on a chicken leg.

Upon hearing the praise, Falek's eye twitched, but he showed no joy whatsoever.

She rose from a slave girl to become the Queen Mother, while Ambrina was born to be the heir.

Farek was jealous of Ambrina, even harboring some resentment. Why was Ambrina the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Fas, with such a husband and a helper like Dinia? As for herself, she was originally a noble lady who was confident in her talent and prepared to assist her husband in achieving great things. However, on her first trip abroad, she was captured and handed over to the Sultan, becoming a female slave. She could only keep company with an old, eccentric, and capricious man. Alone and helpless, she not only had to desperately try to please the old man, but also had to engage in palace intrigues with two other foolish women in a stupid way.

If they switched places, I would definitely be stronger than her.

Unfortunately, no if.

Isabel caught something that flashed in Falek's eyes, and she was so sure because she had looked at Ambrina with that same look before.

Ronan smiled as well, not expecting that the Queen Mother was not living up to her mask. Just now, she was like a self-made but young and successful businesswoman, excitedly showing off her business acumen in front of several wealthy old men.

Well, she's actually quite cute.

The moment she noticed Ronan laughing at her, Falek suddenly realized that she had lost her composure, and that she had been losing her composure from the very beginning.

This is nothing like her! Where is the composure that the Empress Dowager should have?

In the past, in the palace, if she had spoken in such an arrogant tone, she would have died a thousand times, ten thousand times over.

Falek fell silent, and for a moment he even wished he could turn back time.

Ambrina reached into her chest as if into water and pulled out a beef crepe. "Want some?" The crepe was still warm. That was Ambrina's magic; the food looked exactly the same when it was put in as when it was taken out.

At this moment, Ambrina held the beef crepe, looking both like a knowledgeable elder comforting a younger person and an innocent child trying to comfort an adult.

Falek was completely stumped.

“It’s ground beef, you can eat it without worry,” Ambrina added.

After hesitating for a while, Falek took the beef crepe and said, "Thank you." Her words of thanks sounded very awkward.

At this moment, Dinia spoke up, "Our conditions are simple: after the deed is done, let us have a look inside the royal treasury."

“Yes, but not necessarily.” Returning to the realm of serious matters, Falek immediately returned to normal. “After all, perhaps we don’t need to trouble you.”

“That makes sense. That’s settled then. You can go now,” Dinia said, gesturing for them to leave.

A strange look appeared on Falek's face. "Aren't you going to ask me about my specific plans? Aren't you worried about my failure? Aren't you worried that I'll make Suleiman powerful again after I seize power?" She asked three questions in a row.

Dinia shook her head slightly. "We're here on a trip. If you succeed, we can take some souvenirs with us, that's fine. If you fail, it's no big deal, it's none of our business anyway. We got involved simply because we encountered this on our trip and felt it was worth a try. It's not that we really want anything from the Suleiman royal treasury, nor is it because we think supporting you will steer the international situation in a way that benefits the Kingdom of Fass." Apart from Ronan, Dinia had never revealed to anyone that she harbored a destructive urge within her, a urge that hadn't been unleashed for a long time.

“Actually, it’s just for fun,” Ambrina added.

Just for fun? Falek was stunned. The thing she had been longing for was just for fun to them?

Chapter 642 Didi is still the most energetic; being a reformer is difficult, but the opportunity has been given to you.

Ronan's room at night.

Wearing only a pair of high-density, ultra-thin, glossy, open-crotch white polka-dot pantyhose, Dinya lay on the carpet. Under the moonlight, the texture of the pantyhose against her skin was like a fresh, juicy white strawberry covered with a layer of crystal-clear, thin, solidified rock sugar syrup.

These stockings are infused with fragrance when they are made, making them even more intoxicating.

Of course, what truly captivates and irresistibly allure are her thighs and legs. Even when lying down without any upward movement, they remain perfectly pert, like two water balloons squeezed together, firm yet elastic to the touch. Her thighs are neither too thick nor too thin, appealing to those who prefer thicker thighs. Her calves are well-proportioned and long, and it is this very proportion that makes Dinia, at 168cm tall, appear to have legs longer than many women who are 175cm tall.

Over the years, Ronan has lost count of how many times he has been on this body, and there are almost no positions or movements he hasn't tried.

Even so, just a few days later, Ronan would still get an erection within ten seconds just by looking at him.

Dinya, who hadn't done it for over half a month, was already wet just by lying down and thinking about it.

Ronan bent over, supporting himself on the ground with his hands, his waist, hips and legs working together to enter Dinia in a seemingly gentle but actually powerful slow-paced motion.

This way of doing it makes it easier for the two of them to chat while they work.

"Didi, do you think this Queen Mother can regain power?" Ronan asked.

“Mmm.” Dinia let out a long, comfortable nasal sound. “She can, but it’s meaningless. At most, she can get the title of Sultan. But to become Suleiman’s true ruler, she needs the titles of Caliph, King of Persia, and Khan of Khans. Unfortunately, as a foreign woman, she can’t get these three.”

Of course, besides these three, Suleiman's rulers had a long list of titles, but none of them were as important.

In the advanced countries of the Western Continent, these things are no longer important, and may even cause some unnecessary trouble. Ambrina has a long list of titles, but in official documents, her title is very simple: King Ambrina Freigo of Phos, without even using the title of Emperor.

The more titles one has, the more trouble one has—that's the case for the rulers of several countries in the Western Continent.

However, for a feudal state like Suleiman, a ruler without a proper title was absolutely unacceptable.

Dinia's meaning was actually quite simple: no matter what Falek did, she could only remain the Queen Mother, and she could never even hold onto that position because she had no son.

“That’s right.” Ronan said, pulling his huge penis out and causing her labia to turn outward, then thrusting it in hard. “No matter what she does now, it’s just to save face. If she comes back to power and wants to reform again, the day the reform is completed will be the day she goes to meet God.”

Suleiman's scholars, as well as a portion of the Imperial Guard, all desired reform, but once the reforms were completed, those who spearheaded them should have died quickly to avoid hindering their share of the fruits of the revolution.

The reason why Ronan and Dinah have not encountered strong political opposition is not primarily because of their strong political power, but mainly because Ronan and Dinah have been carrying out reforms for twenty years without stopping. As long as the reforms continue, Ronan and Dinah are like grandfathers to those who expect to benefit from them, even closer than God the Father.

Once the reforms in the Kingdom of Phos were nearly complete, Ronan retired, along with the others. Surely a group still in politics wouldn't cause trouble? Ronan was, after all, the King's consort, and had rendered so much to the country. For someone like him to be harassed after retirement was a bad precedent; if that happened, things would get complicated.

So even though Ronan, Dinia, and the others withdrew, there were no further problems.

“We’re outsiders, so we can see things clearly, but she, as someone involved, may not be so sure,” Dinia said, suddenly shaking her buttocks at a high frequency to signal Ronan to move.

Ronan got up, put his hands on Dinia's waist, placed a pillow under her, and began to thrust rapidly.

"Who cares? We're just passing through anyway," Ronan said as he worked.

"Ugh, uh, ah," Dinia groaned a few times. "Aren't you somewhat interested in her?"

Upon hearing this, Ronan's thing inside Dinia suddenly hardened and throbbed twice. *Slap!* Ronan slapped Dinia's buttocks. "Dinia, don't talk nonsense."

Dinia twisted her waist from side to side and swayed her buttocks up and down. "Am I talking nonsense? Xiao Ai and Tina saw it with their own eyes. When you came out, that rotten thing was still sticking up."

Ronan grabbed Dinia's stockinged legs with both hands and spread them apart, then suddenly accelerated, making the flesh inside the polka-dot white stockings shake constantly. "Those are all physiological reactions, not something I can control."

With her legs spread apart, Dinia could exert more force more easily. Her buttocks began to tremble wildly like a motor. "Hmph." With a cold snort, Dinia's insides also began to move. Her cervix opened and closed repeatedly, gripping the glans. The inner walls tightened and loosened with each thrust, almost like milking a cow, trying to squeeze out Ronan's stored essence.

Ronan pulled away, turned Dinia over, slowed the pace, then grabbed her large breasts with both hands and started again.

“Actually, it’s not that you’re not allowed to,” Dinia said.

Ronan was momentarily stunned, then listened.

Dinia reached out and pinched Ronan's waist. "Who told you to stop?"

“Never mind, they’re just passing through,” Ronan said.

"You're really something wrong with yourself." Dinia seemed to be scolding, but she was secretly pleased. After sleeping with someone, you have to be good to that person. This was Ronan's strange quirk, but it was also the strange quirk that made her like Ronan. "I'll say it again, we really don't mean anything by it."

“I can barely manage to arrange things for the nine of you,” Ronan said.

Dinia's lips curled up slightly. "From now on, you are forbidden from having any contact with this kind of woman alone."

"Ah, this..." Ronan was stunned, as if he had been electrocuted.

Just as she felt it was about to happen, it suddenly stopped. Dinia simply pushed Ronan away, got up and straddled him, pressing her hands on Ronan's chest muscles, and started moving on her own, retaliating by sitting down hard. "You bastard, you clearly still want to sleep with other women."