Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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This may even be the root cause of Seris's current decline in the depth and development of supernatural powers.

The Soul Transfer Technique was invented by King Lawrence of the Kingdom of Phos more than a hundred years ago, while the Magic Base Liquefaction Technique was invented by Stefan, a seventh-tier cultivator of the Kingdom of Phos, more than a decade ago.

The magic pistol was invented by the Persian Canaan, while the magic armor was the creation of the German Rena.

Over the past century, Seris has made almost no progress in the realm of supernatural power, nor in other areas.

Bang! Ambrina flicked Ronan on the forehead. "Ronan, can you please get rid of this bad habit of suddenly spacing out when you're talking to someone?"

"Uh, it's been a problem for decades, I can't change it, Annie," Ronan replied, almost in a cutesy way.

Looking at the two of them, Yang Nian smiled, biting her lip.

She didn't know Ronan's or Ambrina's identities, but she knew that Ronan was someone who could make Chen Zuolin, the number one figure in Foshan, wary, and someone who had killed her elder sister Yang Huaien, whom she regarded as her mother, dare not show her face.

Such a person should be someone with extraordinary political acumen and great strength. In her imagination, the image of someone who possesses both qualities is serious and profound, as if they always have a backup plan, or carefree and unrestrained, as if they can resolve everything with a laugh.

When we first met last night, Ronan seemed to embody both qualities.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to have neither, appearing as a foolish little man who could only bicker and whine with his wife.

For some reason, Ronan's appearance was unusually reassuring.

If Zhao Yingqi knew what Yang Nian was thinking, he would tell her that she had thought the same way at first, and then things would take a turn for the worse.

Ronan turned to Yang Nian and said, "In short, we can't help you."

“But by following you, there will always be opportunities to get close to our enemies.” Yang Nian said, lowering his head. This statement was actually a bit shameless, clearly indicating that he wanted to rely on Ronan and the others.

"Fine, say what you want," Ronan said, then shouted towards the east side of the inner room, "Elena, come here!"

After a long while, Elena slowly walked over. "What's going on?"

Ronan pointed at Yang Nian, "Let's test her strength; she's also dual-wielding."

Elena stretched out her arm, opened her palm, and the swords came. She gripped both sword hilts with her hand, then took the longsword with her other hand.

He yawned with one hand, twirled his sword with the other, and pointed at Yang Nian, saying, "Come on."

Despite Elena's completely nonchalant attitude, Yang Nian remained unfazed. He flicked open the clasp, drew the double hooks hanging from his waist, and said, "Please make your move." Before the words were even finished, Yang Nian had already flashed forward, ready to slip past her.

This move involves using two hooks to directly rip a piece of flesh off a person.

But in an instant, Yang Nian felt herself suddenly accelerate. Before her hand could even reach the target, she was already close to Elena. In the next instant, she twisted her body sharply and activated her summoning spirit ability at the same time, barely managing to avoid Elena's downward slash.

Elena perked up slightly. "Hmm? Interesting, slowed perception?" Her attack should have hit, but the opponent dodged it.

In the next instant, as if skipping through a frame, Yang Nian had already arrived above Elena's head to the upper right, raising his double hooks high.

Chapter 787 Identity Questions, Time Ability, You Damn Bureaucratic Capitalist

Teleportation? Elena exclaimed in surprise.

Just as Yang Nian raised his double hooks like the claws of a giant eagle, poised to crush his prey, and grabbed Elena's head, a loud bang rang out, and Yang Nian, along with the double hooks in his hands, was sent flying by an invisible force.

As Yang Nian landed, he also realized Elena's abilities: one was that she could pull people in and absorb their spiritual power, and the other was that she could bounce people away and reflect their spiritual power back.

The former was nothing to her, but the latter was a real problem.

"Sorry, it was just an instinctive reaction. I won't use it again," Elena said. Her overall abilities were far superior, and using her powers again would be really unfair.

Yang Nian restarted the process.

In a short period of time, there were several more clashes.

Even without using his special abilities, Yang Nian still couldn't touch Elena. Instead, he had to constantly activate his own abilities to dodge Elena's attacks.

At the same moment, Ronan was also surprised. He wasn't surprised that Yang Nian, who was only at the second level, could exchange so many blows with Elena. Instead, he was surprised that when Yang Nian landed after being knocked away, her messy long bangs were lifted up, revealing her short hair that didn't reach her shoulders. She had light but not sparse eyebrows that were slightly thick, double eyelids that were somewhere between almond eyes and peach blossom eyes, thick eyelashes, a nose that was neither high nor delicate, and a slightly upturned upper lip.

If you look closely, Yang Nian and Zhao Yingqi look about four or five points alike, and her strange ability is also quite peculiar.

Teleportation to dodge also requires reaction time, and her reaction time was clearly not that fast.

Moreover, she had been infected several times, but afterwards she acted as if nothing had happened.

Rather than teleporting, it's more accurate to say she moved freely along her own timeline. She didn't dodge; instead, she swapped herself with another version of herself on a different timeline.

Some people look alike and have similar abilities; it's a bit subtle.

"Mom, you're so bad at this, don't even think about giving advice to others." Astrid's voice suddenly interrupted the battle.

Elena sheathed her twin swords. "Ha, if you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself?"

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it. Back then, several major academies were vying to have me as a professor.” Astrid said, conjuring a sword from clay in her hand, then looked at Yang Nian and asked, “Are you up to the task?”

“More than enough,” Yang Nian replied.

“Very spirited, I like it.” Astrid’s super-concentrated magic enveloped the stone sword in her hand. “Your martial arts are already quite good, but you are a summoner, and the type who plays with special abilities. This is what you need to learn.”

When Seris was laying the foundation, he set aside the most basic things and focused on the inner workings. He needed to constantly mobilize his own power to find that feeling of integration and balance in order to prepare for practicing the integration cultivation method.

In the West, besides the most basic and important aspects, one must learn to release, condense, manipulate, and attach magic. This set of skills is mainly to prepare for learning elemental magic later. Other types of magic can be used, but are not very useful.

Yang Nian was already a second-tier summoner, so she could no longer learn Seris's methods. However, she had never learned anything Western either, so her attacks relied solely on her physical attributes and the abilities of her summoned spirits, using a melee weapon that was probably a magical artifact for pure physical attacks.

It's fair to say that Elena could stand still and let her hit her, and Elena wouldn't be able to break through her defenses.

Yang Nian was stunned; she couldn't believe it was possible to do that.

Astrid walked over, took Yang Nian's hand, and directly activated her magic, allowing her to complete the magic attachment.

Of course, this is only for a short time, and this intensity is far from enough to break through Astrid's level of defense membrane.

After finishing, Astrid held a sword in one hand and provocatively said with the other, "Come on, let me see your weakness."

Yang Nian moved quickly and rushed over. The moment she got close, she activated her ability, swapping herself with a version of herself that was further back in time and had already run behind Astrid, thus achieving the effect of teleporting to Astrid's back.

At that moment, Astrid was making a powerful thrusting motion; she was still quite tall, so she looked rather clumsy.

However, Astrid dodged the attack by leaning forward and almost touching the ground, and then instantly swung her sword back, sending Yang Nian flying.

“I have a friend who is much more capable than you.”

She was referring to Zhao Yingqi. Zhao Yingqi's ability is time erasure, which means that everything except himself has a fixed trajectory, while he can move freely. Although he cannot interfere with things within his range, he can choose to jump directly to another point in time, and the time that is skipped is regarded as non-existent.

Yang Nian, on the other hand, simply hopped along her own path.

Astrid has extensive experience in easily defeating Zhao Yingqi. Admittedly, Yang Nian is stronger than Zhao Yingqi, but her abilities are far inferior.

"You..." Yang Nian was also stunned.

She hadn't expected Astrid to dodge it. Most people would predict the other person's actions and guess their intentions, but her ability didn't require any prior action.

how to read?

As if she could read his mind, Astrid said, "If I can't predict you, can't I predict myself?"

Yang Nian, having landed, lowered his double hooks, indicating his surrender.

Ronan clapped his hands. "Not bad, not bad. Go to Lord Liu's house and be a guard for Madam Zhao. Lily, you go too. Madam Zhao knows a little bit about the Seris cultivation method."

"Huh? With her skill level, you'd be better off having that guy surnamed Chen teach me." Astrid said with some dissatisfaction.

“You don’t really want to master this cultivation method. You’re just curious to see if it can give you some inspiration. Is there any difference between a primary school student learning and a professor learning?” Ronan asked his daughter.

Astrid waved her hand, and the stone sword in her hand shattered. "Hmph, you just treat me like free labor, you damned bureaucratic capitalist, you don't even spare your own daughter. You wait, I'll overthrow you sooner or later and hang you on the flagpole at the city gate."

Astrid didn't want to stay a moment longer. She took two steps, but seeing that Yang Nian hadn't moved, she came back and grabbed her. "Aren't you leaving? You don't think this old man is a good person, do you? Be careful he doesn't take advantage of you."

"Did you do it?" Yang Nian didn't quite understand.

Astrid made that shape with her index finger and thumb on one hand, and pushed her index finger in with the other hand, saying, "That's it."

"Lily!"

Astrid turned around, stuck out her tongue, and ran off with her newly discovered toy.

At this moment, Ambrina, who had been eating and watching the show, finally spoke up, "Why make her a bodyguard?"

"Don't you think Yang Nian and Ying Qi look a lot alike?" Ronan asked.

"Really?" Ambrina didn't think so.

“Alright.” Ronan sighed helplessly. Well, in the eyes of Ambrina and her group of foreigners, unless they were particularly distinctive or very familiar, all Seres people looked pretty much the same.

Elena walked over and picked up a still-warm glutinous rice ball with sugar and oil. "I don't think it's necessarily a good thing for her to hang out with Lily."

"It's alright, Lily was just being a little mischievous." Ronan didn't think it was a big deal.

“That’s not what I meant,” Elena said. “You probably don’t know, but in Lily’s eyes, you are a very outstanding and special person, and she will spread this to others in a tone that seems to belittle you, you understand?”

"..."

Chapter 788 Romance, Affection, How Longer Must We Wait?

In the evening, only Ronan and Ambrina were at home.

The three members of the security team are still dealing with that bunch of people from the Ship Country.

The three members of the technical team, along with Kate Peter and several other Seres, are working on a new project at a secret base: developing magic guns and magic-resistant armor compatible with the Seres who use the Fusion Cultivation Method.

Dinia, Elena, and Agustina were also absent. After Ronan had coordinated the relationships between all parties and dragged everyone who was supposed to be on the pirate ship onto it, Ronan gloriously retired to the second line. Next up was the time for Dinia and her two lackeys.

Zhao Yingqi, the "official" clerk, was responsible for handling official documents for the master. Sometimes she had to work overtime. Although it was actually Alice and Astrid, who was very good at Chinese, who handled the documents, Zhao Yingqi herself would entertain Mrs. Zhao's one-year-old child.

Ronan simply couldn't understand what was so fun about a baby who could only crawl.

When the two of them are at home, they eat a simple meal: two bowls of noodles and a cold dish.

The soup noodles are made with a simple chicken broth made from minced chicken, with some dried scallop shreds and dried shrimp added for extra flavor. The base seasoning is just a little salt and a spoonful of scallion oil. The topping is a raw oyster omelet, and finally, a sprinkle of pickled vegetable shreds. That's it.

The key is to enjoy its refreshing and sweet flavor.

The cold dish is even simpler; it's just salted goose liver bought from outside.

Dinner was quickly finished. Ronan cleared the table, chairs, dishes, and washed the pots and pans. When he returned to the dining room, the moment his eyes met Ambrina's, he already understood what she was thinking.

She wanted it.

Actually, she really wanted to yesterday, but Yang Nian's sudden arrival ruined it.

Ronan walked over to pick up Ambrina, but she stopped him.

Seeing Ambrina pout, Ronan fully understood what his wife meant. He reached out and gently pinched her chubby cheek. "Anri, you're getting more and more naughty."

Ambrina lightly punched Ronan in the chest. "Hmph, it's all because of you that I've been corrupted."

Ronan picked up Ambrina, took a few steps and sat on the stone steps at the entrance of the main hall. Ambrina sat between Ronan's legs, turned her face to the side and began to kiss him passionately, while they caressed each other.

Soon, the kisses became more intense, and the movements became more vigorous.

Ambriel twisted her hips and rubbed against him, as if she wanted to swallow Ronan's thing through the three layers of her skirt, pantyhose, and underwear.

Ronan couldn't help but let out a soft murmur, "Anli, you're getting better and better at it."

"Uh." Ambrina groaned as Ronan played with her nipples. "Who told me I'm not good-looking and my figure is just average? If I didn't know anything, you bad guy would have dumped me long ago."

"Anyone who dares to say my Majesty isn't handsome, I'll kill him!" Ronan roared, then ran his hand between Ambrina's buttocks. The fabric of her skirt and her slippery stockings rubbed against each other, giving Ambrina a ticklish, tingling sensation—her favorite foreplay. "I love my Ambrina so plump and chubby."

"Ugh." Ambrina let out a long moan, her lower body beginning to leak vaginal fluid, but she still stubbornly said, "You're just good at lying."

“A man’s mouth can lie. Can I send it to you? Feel it, is it hard? Is it hot?” Ronan said with a smile.

Ambrina knew, of course, that Ronan loved her, in every sense of the word, but this was just a playful remark between the couple. She smiled but deliberately teased, "Tch, I didn't find it that hard, and it wasn't hot at all."

Ronan poked Ambrina's anus with his little finger, making her tremble. He then said with a smile, "Then Your Majesty, why don't you spread your legs and let your wet hole test how hard your lowly subject's penis is?"

Ambrina elbowed Ronan. "Ronan, your language is getting more and more vulgar."

Ronan leaned down and whispered in Ambrina's ear, "What, you don't like it?"

"Hmph." Ambrina had barely uttered a snort when Ronan lifted her up, ripped her skirt in half, and shoved her forward.

Ambrina braced herself with her hands on the ground, her buttocks sticking up high. Her hands were on the lower steps, and her feet were on the upper steps, making her buttocks stick up really high.

Ronan didn't even bother to tear the white stockings; he simply pushed the briefs aside and inserted them into the already wet stockings.

Although they have been married for decades, Ambrina is not tired of each other at all. On the contrary, she looks forward to it even more than before, because each time they are apart for ten days or half a month, and sometimes even longer. Only this long-lost sense of fulfillment can fill the emptiness in her heart.

“Oh, umm, oh, Ronan, is this what Seris’s proverb means by ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’?” Ambrina asked, humming.

Ronan couldn't help but laugh. "Anli, you've ruined a perfectly good sentence, you lewd king."

“You’re the slut, you old slut,” Ambrina retorted.

"Heh, Your Majesty, are you planning a rebellion today?" Ronan said, grabbing Ambrina, then flipping her over and pressing her to the ground. He grabbed her legs and pressed them down, folding her up so that her small, fleshy feet in white stockings were pressed directly to the sides of her head, making her look even more voluptuous. Her vulva was facing upwards, an extremely lewd sight.

Her sweet, youthful face, the pampered, aristocratic-looking fair and soft body, and her slightly plump vulva surrounded by thick, dark pubic hair like a mature, seductive wife.