Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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But now it seems that people who have combined with the bloodline of monsters are very suitable for transplanting magical artifacts, and both catalytic and inhibitory potions are more effective for them.

"I'll kill you!" With his sanity about to completely collapse, Solo flew out of the pillar, his remaining magic propelling him toward the old man.

The final burst of power made Solo's strength faintly surpass that of the fourth tier.

The remains of the body turned into raging flames, like a fiery meteor.

However, the old man only raised one hand, and then the flames went out. Solo's charred body fell to the ground with a loud thud, scattering into a pile of black ashes. Only half of his face remained intact, with one eye still open.

The fourth rank is nothing to him, who has already reached the seventh rank.

The old man blew out a breath, intending to deliver the final blow and clean up the mess, but suddenly his eyes changed. "Father, you are still alive. Well, now is not the time to meet you, although you probably won't recognize me."

A fleeting moment of surprise vanished in an instant; the old man disappeared without a trace.

The old man's name was Luo Chenghao. He was originally surnamed Liu, not Luo. He was the son of Liu Menglong and Madam Zhao. Luo was a surname he insisted on changing himself. He had no biological father in his memory, only his adoptive father, Luo Nan. Luo Nan treated him and his sister very well, even better than his own children.

He was the only one among Ronan's children who received proper education from a young age. No matter how busy Ronan was, he would always make time to answer his questions and assign him homework. In his opinion, this was what was truly good, unlike his younger siblings who were left to their own devices when they were young.

In his eyes, the people who previously held high positions in Seris were all descendants of ungrateful wretches. This country was clearly created by his father, Ronan, yet they not only failed to mention his father's achievements but also betrayed the path he had originally planned.

After his younger brother Guo Xingye died, he faked his death to escape.

For him, who is capable of creating numerous clones and no longer has a so-called original body, and can switch between them at any time regardless of distance, all of this is effortless.

After decades of planning, he is now going to correct the flawed state of Seris.

Although his methods may not be approved by his father, so what?

As a son, he should naturally forge a different path from his father, and similarly, he would not allow himself to be forgotten like his father.

Ronan arrived at the scene quickly.

"Has the aura of a seventh-tier cultivator completely vanished?"

Ronan frowned and muttered to himself. As for the corpses, limbs, and signs of battle, he had no time to care about them. He walked over to the head that still had a trace of life, took out the Dinia Life Mushroom, and forced it down his throat.

He didn't know whose head it was, nor was he sure if it could be saved. If it could, then he could at least get some information.

He and Zhao Yingqi had been following Lavana. After Lavana returned home, she rushed out in a hurry. Seeing her anxious expression, Zhao Yingqi went up to ask her what was wrong. Lavana didn't know how her husband was doing, so she could only give a brief explanation.

Then, Ronan took Zhao Yingqi and Lavana and flew to the place he had mentioned.

Midway, Ronan sensed a seventh-tier aura, so he immediately put the two down and sped off alone.

There was no way around it; even Zhao Yingqi might be a burden when facing a seventh-tier opponent. As for this female guard, Lavana, she wasn't even a burden; she was the kind of person who could be instantly killed with a wave of her hand.

But it was still too late.

The life mushrooms in Dinia were effective, bringing Soluayu back to life, but not all of them.

Soluayu is not a normal superhuman. He has demon blood, has undergone transplantation, and has been given drugs. Moreover, he is now reduced to just a head, with his body completely reduced to ashes.

At this moment, the life force he had painstakingly replenished was rapidly draining away, and soon he would be completely dead.

After a while, Zhao Yingqi arrived with Lavana, and Lavana immediately rushed to her husband.

However, Soluayu only managed to say "sorry" before closing his eyes.

Lavana knelt on the ground as if her bones had been removed, clutching the head and letting out a dry howl that sounded like retching but couldn't be uttered.

Zhao Yingqi frowned, remaining silent.

Ronan began examining the surrounding area, hoping to find any clues.

Unfortunately, there were no clues.

Ronan shook his head. "Let's go. These days, the Greyhounds have been much more diligent than usual." The Ross Armed Police, dressed in grey cloaks, were known as Greyhounds. With the capital in turmoil, they arrived quickly. Lavana stood up. "I'm not leaving. I'm going to turn myself in and expose their conspiracy."

Ronan wanted to laugh. This woman had no idea what kind of conspiracy the other party was plotting, and she had no evidence whatsoever. If she confessed, there would only be one outcome: she would be forced by one group of people to implicate and frame another group of people.

"Knock her out and take her away," Ronan said to Zhao Yingqi.

Chapter 1095 Calm Down, Persist in Revenge, What's Special About It?

Lavana, who was emotionally unstable and had thoughts of suicide, was placed in a separate place and kept under guard. Zhao Yingqi was responsible for taking care of her two children. Although Mrs. Zhao had more experience in taking care of children, she did not speak good Rosian.

Meanwhile, Ambrina told Ajata about Lavana's situation, making up a story, saying that she still felt the female attendant was acting strangely, so she secretly investigated and found out that it was because her husband had died in an accident.

Despite being employed by the Duke's household and having a seemingly respectable job, Lavana's status was far inferior to that of the Duke's second-generation slaves. Ajata mentioned it to her mother, who was too lazy to ask any further questions. Her mother casually wrote a dismissal notice, then had the butler give Lavana a sum of money, and that was the end of it. Ajata herself didn't care much about it; she was just a female attendant she didn't like.

Over here, after waking up from her unconsciousness, Lavana tried to break free of her chains, but Alice casually shot her, rendering her incapacitated. When she awoke again, she didn't try to escape, nor did she speak to Alice; she just sat there in a daze. Seeing that she had stopped causing trouble, Alice went to sleep, while Lavana remained sitting there, unable to close her eyes.

And so they endured until the next day.

In the morning, Alice woke up, went out and bought two breakfasts, pancakes and fried sausages, and brought back a jar of jam. Then she untied Ravana from her restraints.

"Eat up," Alice said, then calmly began eating her own portion.

Lavanawa was surprised that Alice had untied her so easily, but then she thought that with Alice's strength far surpassing hers, there was no need to worry about her running away.

She didn't have much of an appetite, but she forced herself to eat anyway.

Not long after they finished eating, Ronan arrived.

Lavana knelt down with a thud as soon as she saw Ronan.

Ronan didn't call her to get up, but simply pulled over a chair and sat down. "Are you awake?"

Lavana nodded emphatically, but just as she was about to speak, Ronan made a stop gesture. "Whatever your thoughts are, don't rush. Tell me everything you know, okay?"

Ravana told everyone about her relationship with her husband.

She recounted her experiences over the past two years, even her own emotional journey. Rather than explaining the situation, it was more like she was pouring out her past. Most of what she said was meaningless nonsense to Ronan, but Ronan was too lazy to interrupt this woman who was in a very low mood, so he just listened quietly.

Previously, Ravana had been tormented by her self-destructive husband for over a year, filled with hatred and helplessness towards him, Soluayu. Even after her husband "got better," her mood didn't immediately improve, as their already strained finances were now burdened with a large debt. Although her husband was no longer self-destructive, he was no longer the person he used to be and wasn't very ambitious. But her life had at least a glimmer of hope. Then, her husband got into a fight, and her mind went into a frenzy. She confronted the men, only to find that they wanted to use her instead. At this point, she was almost driven insane. Then, her husband suddenly chose to commit suicide, wanting to kill the group and make a scene. When she saw her husband's corpse, with only his head remaining, she broke down.

At this moment, all that remains is regret, self-blame, and anger.

Lavana bowed her head deeply. "Sir, I want revenge. I'll do anything you ask." She spoke in French; as a follower of one of the top noble families in Ross, she naturally knew French.

Ronan remained expressionless, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair. "Your two children are still young. Take them and move to another place. You're still young, and you have a long life ahead of you."

“I want revenge,” Ravana insisted.

Alice, who hadn't wanted to speak, couldn't hold back any longer. "We've investigated. Even before your husband's accident, your relationship wasn't necessarily that good. And for you, isn't the child more important? If you want revenge, what will happen to the child?"

Ravana didn't speak, she remained silent, and it was clear that she still insisted.

Ronan sighed. "Well, let me be blunt. You're worthless. Although you've had some contact with that group, you know nothing about who they are or what they're up to. As for you, you only have this much ability and no potential whatsoever. Have I made myself clear enough?"

Ravana gritted her teeth, seemingly wanting to say something, but hesitated to speak. Just as Ronan was about to get up, she couldn't help but call out to him, "Wait, sir."

Ronan looked at her.

“I’m not quite like other people,” Ravana said. “Well, can I tell you a story?”

Ronan sat back down and gestured for him to leave.

Lavana was indeed different. She had completely lost her memories before the age of eight. From the time she could remember, she was a female slave who didn't seem like a Kazakh. But judging from her later account, she wasn't a female slave at all, but rather an adopted daughter. The other three boys with her didn't seem like male slaves either, but rather adopted sons.

In her description, her master lived like a Kazakh, was better at herding cattle, sheep, horses and camels than the Kazakhs, and even had the skill of riding horses and shooting, which many Kazakhs are no longer good at in this age of firearms. However, this man was elegant and polite, seemingly a herdsman but very refined, and understood many things that she could not understand at the time. He could even speak fluent Seris.

When she was sixteen, her master said he was leaving with three other boys and would betroth her to the son of a deceased friend, who was also her recently deceased husband, Soluayu. The master said he felt guilty towards his friend, and that the son was of good character; he hoped Ravana would live a good life with her friend's son.

"Happiness in life is found in the ordinary. There's a nice place in the western forest; go there." These were her master's last words.

Soon after, she married Soloayu, but Soloayu wanted to give her a better life and was unwilling to go to the forest.

At seventeen, she had a child with Soloayu, but the child died shortly after birth.

When she was eighteen, she was forcibly sent to Ross along with twenty-year-old Soloayu, and underwent conversion.

After two years of training, she was thirty years old when her twenty-two-year-old husband was drafted into the army. A year later, the countess's husband died, and she dismissed the servants in the house. She was also dismissed. At this time, her husband returned, and they had their daughter. Not long after giving birth to her daughter, she originally planned to find an ordinary job, but unexpectedly got a job in the duke's house. At this time, she was twenty-three years old.

She then worked for the Duke's household for five years. Now, at twenty-eight, she cannot say she has no feelings. With her husband dead, her master's hopes for her have been shattered.

Therefore, she wanted revenge.

She was indeed special; what made her special was that she was more adaptable to those two drugs than her husband, something she only realized now in retrospect.

After listening to her, Ronan nodded. "Interesting. So, would you mind taking a trip?" Clearly, the man that Lavana described as her master but actually her adoptive father was very suspicious.

Chapter 1096 Flying to the New World, Still Authority, What the hell is this mixed-race thing?

“Travel?” Lavana was puzzled.

“Go to the New World and see if you’re really special. Hmm, you can bring your child with you,” Ronan said.

“No problem,” Lavana replied firmly.

Two days later, Ronan and his party, along with Lavana and her two children, set off for the New World.

The target is three people in the technical team.

Falek and her team's technology is outdated now, but they have been awake for twenty years.

To give an imperfect example, in Ronan's original timeline, those who could be considered scholars, in terms of knowledge alone, certainly surpassed Sir Isaac Newton from hundreds of years ago. But if Newton were to travel back to the present and study for another ten or twenty years, he would most likely stand at the top of the world once again.

There's a joke that human civilization is spiraling upwards, with scientists responsible for the ascent and politicians responsible for the spiral. A great politician might just punch it back, while a great scientist would deliver a powerful upward punch to human civilization.

The same principle applies to Falek and the others. They have once again become the world's top scholars in the fields of soul, magical artifacts, and the human body.

If even they can't figure out if Ravana truly has something special about her, and what that special thing is, then others are even less likely to be able to.

During the flight, on the aircraft, it was their first time flying in the sky. Above them were blue skies and white clouds, below them the vast ocean. The two children were very excited, and perhaps because there were so many strangers around, they couldn't help but cheer. Lavana didn't tell the two children that their father was dead, only that he had left and might not return for a long time.

The two children didn't mind at all; on the contrary, they were very happy.

When they were very young, they had no memory of their father. But as they grew older and began to remember and understand things, their father, who was often drunk and frightening, became a shadow over them. They even fantasized about their father dying more than once in bed.

This is not surprising. Many children have had such fantasies when they are still young and don't understand things. Some children even think this way just because their parents put some pressure on them.

For Ronan, even considering the two ordinary children, the trip would only take a day.

The two children were still reluctant to leave, but once they arrived at their destination, Ronan immediately asked Zhao Yingqi to take care of them, while he and Mrs. Zhao took Lavana to find Falek and the others.

Ambrina and Alice weren't interested in joining in and went shopping on their own.

Over a hundred years ago, the Kingdom of Phos had only two or three hundred thousand people in its colonies on the east coast of the New World. Now, the population has grown to several million, and several cities have been established that can be described as somewhat prosperous.

Madam Zhao only knew a general area and didn't know exactly where Falek and the other two were; Ronan would have to find them himself.

It took a whole day to finally find the place.

At this moment, in a small town in eastern Virginia, roughly in Ronan's original timeline, the temperature was around 20 degrees Celsius, a rare cool time of year. Falek and his two companions were at an open-air café by the roadside.

Faith wore a black robe similar to a nun's habit, without a headscarf or a cross. Her hair was casually tied up, and a small section of her calves, covered in matte, slightly sheer black stockings, was visible beneath her skirt. On her feet were a pair of flat leather shoes with round toes and single buckles. Her style was still conservative, yet it was still so alluring that it made one want to violate her.

Falek wore a long silk dress, a short trench coat, and dark flesh-colored stockings with a noticeable satin sheen. Judging from the wrinkles around her ankles, they were probably garter stockings with little elasticity. On her feet were a pair of square-heeled low-cut high heels. With her legs crossed, one foot hooked on the shoe and swayed back and forth, making her look exceptionally sexy.

Canaan had her hair cut shorter and tied into a neat little ponytail. She was dressed in men's clothing and sat with a casual posture, one foot resting on the edge of the other knee. Her cropped herringbone pants were pulled up quite a bit, revealing her ankles and calves clad in purple-black silk-cotton blend stockings. She also wore a pair of men's style lace-up leather shoes.

Before Ronan could even greet him, Canaan spoke first, "Oh ho, you've already found a new woman as soon as you woke up?"

“I’m here on business,” Ronan said.

"What is it?" Falek asked, his gaze lingering on Lavana for a few seconds.

“Let’s find a suitable place to talk,” Ronan said.

“Then let’s go to our research institute,” Faith said.

Soon, the group arrived at a mental hospital whose architectural layout resembled a church.

"Here?" Madam Zhao asked.

Canaan patted Madam Zhao on the shoulder, "Little Zhao, isn't it reasonable to do some research while treating mental illness?"

Madam Zhao didn't speak, but could only think to herself, "Okay, that makes sense."

Once inside, they found a room, and Ronan began to tell the three of them about Lavana from the beginning.

Canaan was somewhat surprised and excited. Fisse remained expressionless as always, while Falek simply smiled. She noticed Ravana's unusual behavior immediately.

“She does have a problem,” Falek said. “Her soul occasionally enters a state of low-intensity surface chaos, but her magic remains stable.” Ronan interrupted, “Get to the conclusion.”

Falek smiled helplessly and spread his hands. "I can't give a conclusion. I can only say that her outward appearance is perfectly normal, but her inner self is very abnormal. A superhuman's magical foundation shouldn't be like this. We'll probably need to carefully examine and analyze her body to find the reason."

Ronan looked at Lavana.

The woman, who had only slept a few hours for several days and looked exhausted, nodded emphatically; she was willing to undergo any testing.

"You should rest for a few days; you're in terrible shape," Canaan said.

This woman is only at the first level of the official rank. If she doesn't rest properly, her methods will not only affect the test results, but may also cause adverse reactions.