Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The female apprentice had been chatting, waiting for the Golden Scissors to finish entertaining the previous group of guests so she could then entertain Ronan and his entourage.

Ronan and his entourage were all extraordinary individuals, making them VIP guests, even more valuable than the previous group.

However, business people can't just say that this one is more expensive and then abandon the one they're currently entertaining to entertain this one.

It's like a truly prestigious luxury hotel that's full of rooms. If a group of guests are willing to pay several times the price, the hotel can't possibly ask one group of guests to check out and make room for those who are willing to pay more.

The shop's "Golden Scissors" was an elderly man with gray hair but a straight posture. After greeting the customer, he didn't say anything more. He even said that important customers generally didn't like service staff to give advice as soon as they arrived, and that important customers shouldn't say anything unless asked.

A handsome young man next to the elderly woman was responsible for introducing various fabrics, showing her different patterns and sample garments for reference, while another young woman was mainly responsible for measuring body measurements and offering compliments.

Of course, the female apprentice who was initially in charge of entertaining guests was also there. She did odd jobs, such as bringing over stools and serving snacks and tea.

For wealthy women, getting clothes made is not just about making clothes; it's also about enjoying a service, and it can even be a social occasion for a few close girlfriends.

While Lu Jianling and Lavana, both large, were having their figures measured, Falek and Canaan, who had already finished their measurements, inquired with the seemingly knowledgeable female apprentice whether there was a place in the area that taught cultivation methods to be used in conjunction with the transplanted magical artifacts for extraordinary individuals.

In fact, Ronan and his group already knew about this place beforehand; Falek and Canaan were just asking the local female apprentice about it.

"Of course, we have several training camps here, and every year foreign artificial superhumans come to learn. However, for people who have had their magical devices transplanted, the results are generally not as ideal."

"That's what the female apprentice said."

The military-grade artificial superpowers here are a complete system.

First, artificial talents are given to mortals who have not received natural talents. Then, "semi-conversion" is carried out. Direct conversion is a technology that Falek originally developed for backward barbarians who believed in primitive religions. "Semi-conversion" can be used on any mortal with sufficient willpower. After conversion, they will inevitably reach the first rank within a few years.

Similar to direct conversion, the positive position obtained through semi-conversion is difficult to improve on its own in the future, and its upper limit is almost locked at the third order.

After the partial transformation is completed and the first stage is reached, a special magical device will be transplanted, turning it into an artificial second stage.

Next comes a unique cultivation method.

After completing this training method, one becomes a second-tier superhuman capable of prolonged, high-intensity combat.

The Persian Republic built its formidable military force precisely because of tens of thousands of these second-tier superhuman soldiers.

Although the initial artificial talents are different and the ways to achieve the correct status are different, the cultivation method is still useful for artificial superhumans. Therefore, every year people come here to pay for training in order to reduce the side effects of the implants and enable themselves to increase the time they can work at high intensity.

However, there aren't many international students like this. Firstly, the journey is long, and secondly, the fees are not low, so many artificial superhumans don't have much money.

People like Lavana, who can serve as guards and attendants for nobles, are actually quite lucky. They have little work and are well paid. Most artificial superhumans are just highly skilled workers or short-term elite soldiers. They are machines in the eyes of capitalists and weapons in the eyes of the powerful. There are even worse cases, like Wang Jiangong and his gang whom I met in Wuhan. They can only make a living by licking blood off the ground in the underground.

Most of the international students here are actually children of foreign powerful and wealthy families, and the kind who won't inherit much of the family fortune. Those who are truly groomed as heirs or as backup heirs will only have artificial talents implanted, not any implants that could cause instability. In reality, many of these so-called children are illegitimate children, and are essentially watchdogs raised by powerful and wealthy families.

“That’s great, we happen to have someone here who needs to learn from them,” Canaan said.

Lavana didn't care about the side effects, but her use of the graft was terrible.

It can only be said that she leveled up too quickly. Last year she was just a blank first-level player, and now she is a fourth-level player. Her soft skills cannot keep up with her hard skills.

"Really? Then I'll ask around for you after I get off work." The female apprentice seemed to be taking on the whole responsibility. "The new term is about to start, so we'd better hurry."

On the other side, Ronan was still on the street, walking slowly towards the outskirts of the city.

In broad daylight, he couldn't possibly be flying through the air on a hovering shield to travel.

Moreover, he wasn't simply rushing along; he stopped frequently, looking around as he went.

The locals weren't surprised at all by Ronan's lack of a beard; there were plenty of foreigners in Tehran.

By the time Ronan left the city, the sun had already begun to set.

At this point, the women finally decided on their clothing design.

Three days later, they will come to try on the clothes that have been initially sewn from ordinary fabric. Adjustments will be made based on their feedback after they wear them, and the final version will be made. Then, the pattern pieces will be broken down and cut and sewn using the fabric they have chosen. Three days later, they will be able to receive their custom-made clothes. While receiving their clothes, they will also get information about the training camp from the female apprentices.

Afterwards, as planned, Ravana went to register for school alone.

Ronan was still free to move around and look around, not in a hurry to find his two daughters.

In the evening, Ronan had a meal at a farmer's house. Although they couldn't communicate in the same language, money was the best tool for communication.

Ronan gained a deeper and clearer understanding of the collective farms near the capital Tehran, which mainly provided vegetables and meat to the residents of the capital.

Some of the grain was imported from Russia, transported via the Caspian Sea.

While the agricultural environment in Rus' was only so-so, it was still far better than that of the Persian Republic, a region of arid desert and high-altitude mountains. Of course, most of their food came from the plains and lowlands along the Caspian Sea, which was also the main settlement and agricultural area of ​​the entire Persian Republic. The next day, Ronan met up with the women to prepare for the immigration procedures.

There's no way around it; they're all foreigners, and staying in a hotel is inconvenient for some things. Buying a large house legally and legitimately is just too much trouble.

I might as well immigrate.

With money paving the way, and all of them being extraordinary individuals, the process was extremely fast: registration in one day, approval in one day, and issuance of certificates in one day.

Ronan couldn't help but think that Tehran must be teeming with people who should be in jail.

The immigration official stated that this is how their place is, emphasizing freedom and welcoming exceptional talent from all over the world.

Soon, Ronan and his group bought another house.

Located on a hillside, it is an old house with a courtyard and sixteen rooms of various sizes, with a strong ancient Persian charm.

Chapter 1151 Landmark Buildings, Tutoring, and the Silly Good Student

Today, Tehran, the capital of the Persian Republic, has three major landmark buildings.

One of them is the Holy Flame Tower, a spectacular building made of reinforced concrete. The bottom is a four-legged base that can accommodate more than ten horse-drawn carriages passing underneath at the same time. The middle is a tower that gradually narrows, and the top is shaped like a torch. It is 25 meters high in total. Normally, it is only lit up, but on National Day, the top is lit and burns all day long.

Secondly, there is the Supreme Hall, which, when viewed from above, resembles three massive, heavy square stone slabs stacked together. Standing beneath it, at the entrance on the first floor, one can truly feel its grandeur. The first floor of the building is 300 meters long and wide, and 10 meters high, covering an area of ​​90,000 square meters. The second and third floors are both 8 meters high, and their dimensions are 200 by 200 and 100 by 100 respectively.

The exterior of the building is square and undecorated, appearing quite simple, while the interior is luxurious, with hundreds of huge stone pillars carved with reliefs and countless round doors. The walls, floors, and ceilings are covered with gorgeous mosaic tiles, and the floor of the central hall on the first floor is even paved with lapis lazuli.

It can be described as a contemporary wonder that incorporates ancient Persian style.

But it's not just a spectacle; it's also a functional building, the venue for various meetings of the Church of Light. The Church of Light is not just a religion, and one could even say it doesn't quite resemble a religion—it is, in fact, the only political party in the country.

Thirdly, there is the smart library.

The Smart Library is a seventeen-story, seventy-meter-high tower. While not the tallest building in the world, it is the tallest building in Tehran, the capital of the Persian Republic, and is located at the intersection of the old and new city areas, in the heart of the city.

Standing on the top floor of the library, one can overlook the entire capital city, signifying that wisdom is supreme and central.

Inside are over 100,000 books. A significant portion of these books, probably tens of thousands, were collected by Ronan and his companions during their twenty years of travel around the world before they fell into slumber. They cover all aspects of knowledge and are said to offer a place where one can learn everything that can be learned in this world.

Ronan is currently in the library, and Lavana is there too.

She wore a modified version of the uniform of female soldiers in the Persian Republic. Her upper body was a three-quarter sleeve shirt, which, unlike the regular military uniform, was made of silk and was more fitted at the waist. She wore sand-colored three-quarter tapered trousers with the pockets removed from the military trousers, and a pair of suede desert boots.

Ravana's training camp doesn't officially start until September, so Ronan plans to use this time in the world to give her a good lesson, and incidentally, Ronan himself can also learn something.

The plan is to first learn about the history of the past hundred years in detail.

Military, political, and economic matters are unnecessary, and literature and art are even less necessary.

It mainly deals with mundane sciences and transcendental theories.

There weren't any particularly difficult aspects to science in the mortal realm. Ronan's foundational knowledge was still sufficient. After all, he had been an engineering student, and since his transmigration, he hadn't really fallen behind. On the contrary, he had been constantly practicing, and his level had even improved compared to before his transmigration. Ronan planned to give Lavana a crash course in mathematics first, then give her a simple explanation of physics, and then popularize some science and technology. That would be about it.

Mathematics is the most fundamental tool, and this applies to extraordinary theories as well.

Ravana knew almost nothing about science, barely managing basic addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. Her adoptive father had only taught her language and writing, telling her a lot of stories and principles that were of little use to children, but had never taught her any science.

Mortal science is relatively easy to handle, but transcendental theories are not so easy to develop.

Ronan was behind in the field of transcendental theory.

While the basic theory has not changed much, it has been greatly expanded and developed, and in the field of application, there has been tremendous progress.

Ronan's writings on cultivation methods were once admired and praised by many masters, but now they are just things that even elementary school students in their teens know, even if most of them only know the facts but not the reasons behind them.

It can only be said that artificial talent has caused the number of superhumans to increase tenfold in a hundred years. Although it has brought great instability to society and was almost the main cause of the twenty-year world war that has been gradually forgotten by the world, the huge number of superhumans has also greatly improved the world's understanding and use of superhuman power.

Its pace of progress surpasses that of any previous century. Perhaps it can be said that the progress made during the century that Ronan was asleep surpassed that of the past millennium.

However, Ronan was still able to learn on his own.

That's no problem.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye, inside the library.

“I…you…” Ronan looked at Lavana, who was asking him a question, but ultimately didn’t utter a curse.

He had never seen such a stupid person, let alone taught such a stupid student.

Taking a deep breath and barely calming himself down, Ronan began to answer Ravana's question, a question he had absolutely answered three days ago.

To be honest, Ravana was a good student in some ways.

She was diligent and thoughtful, not the kind of person who blindly worked hard. Her abstract thinking skills were indeed somewhat lacking, and she hadn't had formal education or any experience in this area. However, she had a great attitude. Even when Ronan's face darkened, clearly frustrated to the point of wanting to yell, she still asked questions when she didn't understand, without feeling inferior or giving up. She learned little by little, step by step.

The library was large and crowded, but Ronan's voice remained low. He disliked loud people in the library, and only Lavana, who was very close by, could hear him.

Ravana listened and took notes.

Four p.m.

"Alright, it's time to go," Ronan said.

"Huh?" Lavana was taken aback.

"I'll take you out for a big meal, and tonight it's your turn," Ronan said with a smile.

During this time, Ronan lived a very regular life. During the day, he studied at the library, and Lavana also studied. When she didn't understand something, Ronan would explain it to her and help her complete the in-class assignments that Ronan gave her according to her progress.

When night fell, it was time for that. There were exactly seven people around her now, one a day, and today it was Lavana's turn.

Lavana asked in surprise, "Can I still eat a big meal?"

Ronan patted Lavana's butt and said, "Studying is studying, and life is life. Let's go."

Next, Ronan went to return the book to him. The book he held was an academic treatise on transcendental theory, which he had retrieved from the seventh floor, while he and Lavana were currently on the third floor. Lavana had it much easier; her book on geometry was on this floor.

After returning the book, the two met up and left together. As they were leaving the tower, Ravana and a woman nodded to each other in greeting.

The woman was a typical Westerner, with a head of slightly wavy, ginger-red curly hair parted in the middle, with two strands of curly hair tied loosely in a ponytail on either side of her face. She had thick, straight eyebrows, long, curled, and thick eyelashes, and emerald-green eyes. Her nose was not very high or narrow, her upper lip was slightly upturned, and she had some small rabbit teeth. Her skin was fair. Her red hair and green eyes made her look like a Weylander, except that she didn't have freckles on her face.

Once outside the tower, Ronan asked, "Who's this?"

Chapter 1152 Something I didn't notice was special: glossy black stockings, something you could have whenever you wanted?

Lavana gave Ronan a slightly reproachful look. "You forgot? The second day, when we first met her, she was wearing white stockings, and you stared at her legs for quite a while."

"How could I possibly remember that? It's terribly hot here, and there are so many women wearing skirts and sheer stockings. I see at least a dozen pairs of legs every day," Ronan said bluntly.

This is like at a party, a smoker accepts cigarettes from several people, picks one up, lights it, and smokes it.

Can you really remember exactly what kind of cigarettes you smoked a few days ago?

"I don't know whether to say it's good or bad, you're particularly forgetful in this regard," Lavana exclaimed.

Ronan smiled. "Of course it's good. Someone like me would never have a one-night stand." He then asked, "By the way, how did you two meet?"

Lavana bit her lip, a half-smile playing on her lips.

It has to be admitted that this is indeed the case. Ronan, who has a strong sexual desire and is obsessed with stockings and legs, never has a one-night stand, which is quite rare.

“We don’t really know each other, but she comes almost every day. Yesterday, when she went to pick up her books, I helped her out and then said hello,” Ravana explained.

The other person was only about 1.6 meters tall, so it was a bit difficult to reach the higher parts. She was 1.78 meters tall, which made it easy for her to reach.

It's not surprising that the two greeted each other; Lavana speaks French, and the other woman probably does too.

"Oh," Ronan replied casually, not really caring.

“She’s just like me,” Ravana added.

"So what? There are tens of thousands of people like you in this city."

Ronan said that Tehran is full of artificial superhumans who have been implanted with magical devices.

Ravana lowered her voice, her tone becoming more serious, "I mean, her graft might be a bit special. I can sense that her aura is exceptionally stable, just like mine, but she's not a local, right? If she's a student who came here to participate in the training camp, isn't this a bit redundant?"

The main reason foreign students come here is to learn the special cultivation methods here, so as to maintain stability when using supernatural powers for a long time at high intensity.

According to Ravana, this woman, who may have come from Wieland, did not have this need.

She couldn't possibly be an isolated case like Lavana, who learned how to use the method because the leveling up was too fast and sudden, could she? Besides, Lavana learning was only one aspect; she was also a lure.

“That’s interesting, but don’t make any special contact with her,” Ronan advised.

"Oh." Lavana nodded, silently keeping the instructions in mind.

After leaving the Smart Library, Ronan and Lavana headed towards the old town and were seated in a restaurant before five o'clock.

First came the sweetened black tea, and then the shortbread with various dried fruits.