Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Ashley and Grand had been working as spies for over twenty years. While they were not fluent in the languages ​​spoken in the countries surrounding the Kingdom of Phos, they could at least speak and write them. However, they knew absolutely no language here, and their Seres language skills were also very poor.

However, it's still okay to greet someone using Seris and say a few words.

“The letter in your hand was delivered by us,” Ashley said.

Sultan Fahr only half understood what he was hearing, so he quickly ordered someone to call Henry back. Of course, more importantly, he ordered the powerful superhumans under Henry's command to come and protect him.

Although the Sultanate of Gala is not the populous Bangladesh of Ronan's original timeline, it has a considerable land area and a large number of rice paddies with high yields, so it is impossible for it to have a small population. The country has more than four million people, which is about the same as the total population of Wieland.

Even with a population of over four million, no matter how low their level of education or how outdated their cultivation methods, some extraordinary individuals can still emerge.

The saying goes, "No matter how hard life is, we can't let the nobility suffer." Isn't that the right way to put

In fact, the number of superhumans in the Sultanate of Gala far exceeds the number of superhumans in the Seris garrison. However, the vast majority of these superhumans simply do not respect him as Sultan. These superhumans either occupy a piece of land or simply build a temple. If these people were not disunited and did not want to seek greater power, he, the Sultan, would be nothing more than a beggar leader who would have to kneel and beg for food every day.

But though few in number, Fahre still had a group of his own people.

Soon, some of Fahr's most capable men arrived. It was clear that the cultivation methods of the Sultanate of Gala were the same as those native to India, and they were quite bizarre.

Ashley and Grand were not flustered at all. Six people came, two of them were at level four and the remaining four were at level three. The level four people could hold out for a while, after all, they were mutated and had strong physical abilities. However, the level three people could lose their fighting ability in an instant if they encountered an assassin like Ashley who could appear and disappear unpredictably and stab them in the butt.

Henry has returned as well.

With his translation, the communication became smooth.

Actually, they didn't really exchange anything. Ashley and Golan just analyzed for the Sultan what his fate might be if the Western countries and Seris joined forces to print the document.

To put it bluntly, he is currently stable because the balance of power among the various factions has not been broken. Once it is broken, he will become unstable.

Therefore, he had to do something in the process of this new situation emerging.

Of course, Isabel was also bluffing. Would Seris agree to negotiate peace with the Western powers and then jointly print books? That was completely unknown.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the Sultan believes it.

After explaining the situation, Ashley pulled out a letter and said that the Sultan could have someone take this letter to the Minister of Security of the West India Trading Company of the Kingdom of Fas.

When the time comes, the other party will naturally discuss with him what to do.

After saying that, Ashley and Grand disappeared into the shadows, and in an instant, the shadows quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Only the Sultan, Henry, and a group of people who came to protect him remained, still looking completely bewildered.

That night, in Ronan's room, he was comforting the two men.

Wearing red open-crotch pantyhose and floral-embellished ballet shoes, Ashley straddled Ronan, her hips moving up and down while twisting and rotating, stimulating Ronan's penis from all angles, and scraping against every fold of her genitals with his thick, long penis.

Ronan grabbed Ashley's breasts with one hand and rubbed them, while his other hand was probing inside Granny's vagina with his fingers.

Golan lay to the side, her back to Ronan with her buttocks sticking out. She was wearing purple stockings and tight-fitting ankle boots.

"You two, aren't you being a bit too hasty in your actions?" Ronan questioned.

Ashley groaned as she replied, "Oh, ah, phew, it was just a minor move. Besides, we've done all we could."

“That’s right, Dad,” Golan chimed in.

"When did Isa become involved with that security minister?" Ronan asked.

Golan took the initiative to move her buttocks, allowing Ronan's fingers to make fuller contact. "Dad, don't you know? The security department of the trading company is actually the overseas branch of the Security Bureau, and it's also a special agency. That person is considered one of her old subordinates."

"So that's how it is. It seems you've been secretly developing quite a few things," Ronan said, genuinely unaware of this.

It might seem illogical that a former leader could still have influence among his former subordinates after leaving his post, but it is actually quite reasonable because Isabel is still alive, doing well, and not very old.

Ashley shook more and more vigorously, and Ronan joined in.

“It wasn’t developed secretly, oh, it was all documented in reports, Haas, Haas, you just didn’t see them,” Ashley explained with a strained voice.

Ronan pulled his hand away, stood up, and pinned Ashley down, pressing down on her thighs. He began to thrust rapidly, the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other, their juices splashing everywhere. Ashley's legs didn't look very muscular, but you could feel the power in them when she exerted herself. And those red stockings and red underwear were even more arousing to behold.

Grandine came over and hugged Ronan, kissing him, rubbing against him, anxiously waiting for her turn.

After working on Ashley for a few minutes, Ronan pulled out. Golan took off her boots, spread her legs with her hands, and faced Ronan.

That's so sexy.

Ronan thrust himself in, all the way in.

“Daddy is so amazing,” Golan cried out lewdly.

Ronan slapped Golan's breasts so hard they jiggled. "I don't have a daughter as slutty as you."

Chapter 743 Desperate measures are taken when there is no one in power, so the plan has to be abandoned.

The next day, noon.

Ronan and his group were eating hot pot. The soup base was very simple: a big pot of plain water with a little white pepper and a pinch of salt. The ingredients were even simpler: chicken. They had killed ten roosters weighing five or six pounds each.

The chickens in the south during this era were all quite good. They were all free-range chickens, and the Seres people had brought the technique of caponizing chickens. The meat of these chickens was firm but not dry, and there was a layer of fragrant oil under the bouncy skin.

One bite, and it's fresh and sweet.

The dipping sauce is simple: ginger, garlic, soy sauce, scallion oil, and a squeeze of lemon juice.

It has to be said that time really can change a person. Before Ronan time-traveled, he would definitely say that even a dog wouldn't eat lemon juice.

Now, he's used to it.

Meanwhile, in another courtyard, people were also eating hot pot, also chicken hot pot.

The two men sat facing each other. The one on the east was a middle-aged man with a blue gauze crown, a very well-groomed beard, eagle-wing eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and dressed in light green silk. He looked every bit the elegant scholar. His name was Wang Fang, the deputy governor of the Eastern India Military Command, the second-in-command in charge of money, a sixth-rank official, the representative of the pro-war faction in this area, and the chief envoy of the previous negotiation team. He was the man who had ruthlessly tricked Liu Menglong.

To the west, there was a man of extremely robust build, nearly two meters tall, with eyes like copper bells, a full beard, and chopsticks in his hands that looked like two toothpicks. His name was Long Ji, the Inspector, the third-in-command in charge of local security. He was also a sixth-rank official, and although he looked like a bear, he was a representative of the pro-peace faction.

Wang Fang sighed and asked, "Brother Anmin, why make things difficult for me?" Anmin was Long Ji's courtesy name.

Long Ji picked up a piece of chicken and stuffed it into his mouth. "Brother Zhongwen, you overstepped your authority by ordering people to arrest, and I didn't object. Is this what you call making things difficult for you?" Wang Fang was the second son in his family, and his courtesy name was Zhongwen.

His words were somewhat sarcastic, because he already harbored resentment. He had been demoted three ranks and sent here, and the head of the military headquarters did not trust him. He claimed to be the third-in-command, but in reality, he didn't have much power.

Otherwise, how could Wang Fang have overstepped his authority?

Wang Fang took a sip of soup. "If the military headquarters could be upgraded to a military governor's office and gain more autonomy, it would benefit both of us. We have no connections in the court; are we just going to waste our lives in this overseas land?"

“I have no connections in the court, but do you, Brother Zhongwen, not? If you don’t, who would dare to do such a thing?” Long Ji laughed.

Upon hearing the words "dog's guts," Wang Fang's expression changed, and his chopsticks trembled. He suppressed his anger, thinking that he shouldn't stoop to the level of such a boor. After a long silence, he finally calmed down and asked, "Brother Anmin, can't you really do me a favor?"

Wang Fang's original plan was simple. He didn't know Ronan and his gang, but he knew they were not low-ranking and were quite powerful. Such people would definitely not accept being suddenly detained and would most likely try to "escape." Once they escaped, troops would have to be called in to deal with them. Conflict between the two sides would be inevitable, and there would always be casualties. Then he would come out and settle things.

But after the matter is settled, many people in the military headquarters will definitely be unhappy, feeling that this is protecting foreigners. Naturally, they will submit a joint memorial to the emperor, stating how the Westerners behaved.

Their memorials, of course, could not influence the court's attitude; they merely provided ammunition for the pro-war faction.

In this way, Wang Fang could be considered to have redeemed himself through meritorious service. After all, he had messed up the negotiations. Although Liu Menglong's matter had been classified as a "misunderstanding" due to various political deals, Wang Fang, who was originally considered to have connections in the court, had become powerless after this incident. He was now eager to regain some goodwill in order to temporarily keep his position.

This haphazard attempt was a desperate measure taken in desperation.

"No." Long Ji refused decisively.

Wang Fang fell silent again. Empty words wouldn't work; he would have to pay the price.

Just then, Wang Fang's butler walked in, glanced at Long Ji, then at Wang Fang, as if he had something to say but it wasn't convenient.

"Speak your mind directly," Wang Fang snapped at the butler.

Despite the sweltering heat, the steward was sweating profusely and quickly explained what had happened. It turned out that the Sultan had specifically sent someone to inquire about the matter and conveyed a message: such a trivial matter should not be allowed to affect Bangladesh's international trade.

To put it bluntly, we just want them to release the people.

Upon hearing this, Longji immediately burst into laughter. If Westerners had truly committed serious crimes here and infringed upon the interests of the Seres, no amount of talk from the Sultan would have mattered. But this was simply Wang Fang's fabrication, a baseless accusation. A few words from the Sultan would be enough to make a difference.

"I take my leave." After laughing, Long Ji got up and left.

Wang Fang's face was as black as charcoal. He was holding a piece of chicken leg meat with chopsticks, and with a snap, he crushed the chicken bone.

Long Ji had already left and gone far away when the steward approached and said, "Master, why don't we ask those two gentlemen to take action and deal with the man surnamed Long? Put the blame on those foreigners, since they also have a reason to retaliate against him."

"Nonsense! Am I the kind of official who would murder a colleague?" Wang Fang retorted angrily. "Long Ji is not someone to be dealt with easily." The second half of his sentence was the key point.

"These damned foreign devils, how come they have no temper at all?" Wang Fang cursed angrily. He had never seen a superhuman with such a good temper. When ordinary superhumans went to arrest them, they would have already taken action, let alone peacefully accept house arrest.

What's wrong with these foreigners? Are they here on vacation? They're so relaxed. Ordering takeout, do they think they're at home?

"Then, Master?" The steward looked puzzled, wanting to know what to do next.

"I'm afraid he'll be demoted and sent to some place as a local official. It won't be long before he gets promoted," Wang Fang sighed.

in the afternoon.

A few people entered the villa where Ronan and his group were "temporarily staying" and told them that the case was closed. They confirmed that they had a conflict with the other party and had acted in a moment of panic. They were fined twenty silver rupees and could leave after paying the money.

The case was closed just like that, of course, as a result of the Sultan's intervention.

In her letter to him, Ashley not only provided instructions on how to contact the security minister, but also touched upon this matter. Gara Sultan Fahr, being no fool, naturally sent someone to inquire about it and hinted at his stance.

"Heh, the Sultan is quite efficient," Ambrina said while sipping her tea.

Ronan and his group packed up and left the courtyard, preparing to leave Bangladesh, first heading north and then continuing eastward.

After five days, Ronan and his group arrived in Assam, the state in Ronan's original timeline. In this world and in this era, there was actually a government that did not accept the rule of the Great Khan of India, but of course, it did not oppose it either.

It's basically like this: if you don't care about me, you can say I'm one of your states, fine. But if you try to control me, I'll immediately become independent and show you.

In fact, this was the case in many states under the rule of this Khan.

Without lingering there, Ronan and his group headed north into the plateau region.

After crossing this plateau, and continuing north for a long stretch, you'll reach the confluence of several rivers, and further north you'll enter the Yunnan region within Seris territory.

Chapter 744 No one is here, release it, the more developed the system, the simpler it is.

At this moment, Ronan and his group entered the first truly uninhabited area on their journey.

As far as the eye can see, there are endless mountains, snow-capped peaks that seem to connect with the clouds in the sky, and endless gray-green grasslands, and lakes that seem to stand still, reflecting the heaven and earth.

Apart from that, there is nothing else.

Primitive, desolate.

"Whoa! Awoo!" Ambrina shouted excitedly.

"Idiot, like a child," Isabel said disdainfully, though her eyes were also fixed on the world around her.

Alice silently took off her backpack, preparing to take out her canvas and paint the scenery here and there, just like before. Along the way, she had already created more than twenty paintings.

However, to be fair, Alice's artistic talent in painting was about as bad as her literary talent. In Ronan's words, her paintings were somewhere between Impressionism and Abstract Art.

Zhao Yingqi, wrapped in a thick fur coat, nestled beside Ronan, gazing at the distant sky. Beyond the clouds and mountains lay Seris.

"Are we really going to just flip over there?" Agustina asked, sounding hesitant.

“This is really…” Elena sighed.

"You two are ruining the mood, shut up!" Ronan couldn't help but scold them. These two lazy snakes could easily cross mountains and valleys; they were simply lazy.

"It's beautiful," Dinia said softly. This was one of the very few places where she could feel her own insignificance.

Ronan looked around and said, "Actually, this is nothing. The real snowy region is actually due north of India, where the highest peak of the Himalayas is located."

If it weren't for the fact that it wasn't on his way, he really wanted to climb the world's highest peak.

“It’s a good thing to leave the deliciousness for the future,” Dinia said.

Ambrina nodded. "That's right, life should have some expectations."

“How about we light a bonfire over there tonight and dance together?” Ashley suggested. If there was anything about India that interested her, it was dancing.

“Great, let’s all do it together,” Ambrina agreed wholeheartedly.

Ronan wore a bitter expression. Almost every one of these women could dance, except for him.

Ashley and Falek are beyond question; they're both professional-level dancers. Ambrina and Isabel are both princesses, and in this Western Continent, there's no princess who can't dance. Dinia and Elena know a little, at least they can keep time. Agustina can dance too; before her family went bankrupt, they planned to marry her off to an upper-class family. Zhao Yingqi and Astrid have always been dance partners, while Alice and the Golan sisters are artistic young women who frequently attend cultural salons.

Ronan glanced at Kate, who rolled her eyes at him. "What, does that mean someone who drives an excavator can't sing and dance?"

Good grief, even you blond-haired, blue-eyed guy have betrayed us.

“Don’t worry, this kind of dance, just sway along and get hyped.” Ambrina couldn’t help but laugh as she spoke. All these years of court balls hadn’t trained Ronan properly; it could only be said that Ronan had always had a nonchalant attitude towards this aspect.

Ronan shook his head. "I'll take charge of grilling the meat for you guys. Someone has to be in charge of grilling the meat, right?"

“I’ll grill meat too,” Faith added.

Having been a circus acrobat and a secret agent for many years, she certainly knows how to dance. However, she hasn't been truly accepted yet and isn't suited to joining in the fun.

Ronan said not to get involved in family politics, but how could their special family not get involved in family politics? Every word and action needs to be carefully considered.