Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The dormitory room is quite large; even after laying out three large beds, there is still plenty of room to move around.

“Lavana Toreshtur Beiko, I am a Kazakh.” Lavana was the first to introduce herself. Lavana was her birth name, and Toreshtur was her middle name, or rather, her father’s name. In fact, she didn’t know her adoptive father’s real name, nor did the others in the tribe; they simply called him Toreshtur.

This is a compound word meaning "white-boned centaur." Hundreds of years ago, a massive attempt to bestow extraordinary talents on the western expedition failed, and the vast majority of the soldiers were transformed into centaur monsters, ravaging Central Asia. From then on, anyone coming from the direction of Seres and possessing Seresian features was uniformly referred to by this name. Beiko is not Lavana's surname, but her nickname, meaning "tall woman."

Immediately afterward, a girl with ginger-red curly hair, emerald green eyes, and a few small bunny teeth introduced herself, "Liz Orion, from Wieland." She was the girl she had met at the library, and for the next three months, they had frequently bumped into each other, but their interactions remained limited to exchanging greetings. It was only today that Ravana learned the girl's name.

It's quite a coincidence that they were assigned to the same group and the same dormitory.

“Louise Jean Igor Artes, France,” the third person introduced.

Her skin was slightly dark, a little darker than wheat-colored. She had large eyes, but not very deep-set. She had a high nose bridge, but it wasn't as narrow as many Westerners'. Her lips were slightly thick. She wasn't very tall, around 165 cm, but her legs looked very long.

She was clearly not a white person, but a Lag.

The Rag people are a group of people who originally lived in the southern continent and have a long history of being sold as slaves.

Her surname is particularly interesting. Igor Ates is a unique double surname, adopted by the royal descendants decades ago after the public execution of the King of France, the fall of the Golden Eagle Dynasty, and the transformation of the kingdom into a republic. Igor Ates is derived from the surnames Freigo and Ates, meaning they are descendants of "Emperor" Ambrina Freigo and "Sage" Ronan Ates.

But what truly caught Ravana's attention wasn't Louise's surname, but rather her unique aura.

Are the three freaks in one group?

After a brief introduction, the three of them packed their luggage and personal belongings.

After all that fuss, it was time for dinner.

"Shall we go to the cafeteria together?" Lavana asked.

"Why go to the canteen? Let's eat outside. Starting tomorrow, we can't leave the camp easily anymore." Louise said with a cocky air, as if she were the boss and made the decisions.

"I don't care." Despite her lively and cute appearance, Liz's voice was anything but lively.

That's the decision, but I still need to change my clothes.

The dress I wore to the opening ceremony was fine to wear indoors, but wearing it outdoors was a different story. It was almost 30 degrees Celsius outside, and I would sweat very quickly in that dress. I couldn't stand it, so I had to change into something cooler.

The three of them began to take off their clothes.

Chapter 1160 Observation, Communication, All Three Are Special

The three men had taken off their pointed cavalry hats with red tassels, which had a style reminiscent of ancient Persian cavalry, and tossed them aside as soon as they entered the dormitory. They also took off their boots and coats as soon as they came in.

The boots are red, tall, high-heeled cavalry boots. These were not designed specifically for women. In fact, high heels originated from cavalry boots. This style of cavalry boot was originally invented by the Persians in Central Asia to secure horse bells with high heels and the sole of the boot.

All three of them are now wearing black shirts and black knee-length skirts.

After taking off their clothes and skirts, they were left with only bras, stockings, and underwear. At this point, the three of them began to look each other over.

Louise, in particular, kept glancing back and forth between Lavana and Liz.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a fit woman as Lavana. Not to mention her well-defined abs, the muscles on her thighs were simply exaggerated, and her buttocks were so prominent that she almost suspected that Lavana's buttocks could be pounded into a coconut shell.

Liz was also a hidden gem; she was quite thin, but her chest was surprisingly large—bigger than that of a red-haired man from Weyland, a Frenchwoman.

Moreover, he doesn't look as rough as a Weylander.

Of course, after careful comparison, Louise still felt that she was the most beautiful.

Although she was a bit dark-skinned, her skin felt like silk, something that Liz, the Willand redhead, couldn't compare to, and even Lavana, the steppe woman, certainly couldn't compare.

The three of them quickly changed their clothes.

Liz and Louise were both wearing long dresses and high-heeled sandals, while Lavana was dressed like a female soldier in a shirt, capri pants, and desert boots. "Come on, I'll lead the way, it's on me."

Louise called out and was the first to walk out of the dormitory.

Unlike Ravana and Liz, who had been there for several months but spent most of their time in the library, Louise was already very familiar with the streets of Tehran and headed straight for the restaurant where she planned to treat everyone.

Before long, the three arrived at the place. It wasn't a fancy hotel, but judging from the sign at the entrance, it was a French restaurant, so they knew it definitely wasn't a cheap place.

Louise is wealthy. Her ancestors came to France almost two hundred years ago. Back when Ambrina defeated Emperor Antoine, she was a junior officer under the emperor. Many years later, her great-grandfather married a princess and became a member of the royal family. That was the most glorious time for her family. Today, her family is still quite well-off. Her father is a minor shareholder in G&A Company and also has his own businesses.

She may be rich and arrogant, but she's not stupid. Inviting others to a fancy meal right away would only make her seem like she's showing off and lower her image. Although Louise didn't intend to become close to her two classmates, maintaining good relationships with others was a habit of hers as someone from a wealthy family.

Soon after, the meal began.

Louise began to secretly observe the two of them out of the corner of her eye again.

To her surprise, Lavana, a steppe native, was quite natural and polite.

On the contrary, Liz seemed very proper, but she was actually a step behind and very unnatural; she was clearly learning.

Those who act rudely or carelessly in upscale restaurants are not necessarily poor, but those who try to imitate others' behavior are definitely not.

However, Louise did not mock Liz at all, nor did she despise her. A true noblewoman would not look down on others because of such superficial things.

Lavana, however, piqued Louise's curiosity.

“Lavana, you seem to know a lot about French cuisine?” Louise asked.

“Well, I used to be a servant in a noble family,” Lavana answered truthfully.

Rose's aristocracy had thoroughly adopted the practices of the former French nobility; she had seen it all before.

“Oh.” Louise nodded.

She was even more curious now. Logically speaking, the Kazakhs were most likely serving the Rus' nobles. Even if the Rus' nobles were generous, they wouldn't send a maid here. Moreover, it was a bit ridiculous for Lavana to be a maid. Judging from Lavana's aura, she was at least a third-tier being. Even if she was an artificial superhuman, she wouldn't be someone's maid, because that would be a waste.

In short, Lavana is definitely not a maid now.

What does she do?

Unfortunately, they had just met, and Louise couldn't possibly ask too many questions. It would be too impolite to pry into someone's background so soon after meeting them.

Louise then began her self-introduction.

If you want to understand others, talk about yourself first; that's polite.

Louise is seventeen years old, an artificial superhuman, a second-tier individual, and the second daughter in her family. After completing her studies this time, she will return to assist her third brother, who is a natural superhuman and a genius. He graduated from university at the age of fifteen and is a first-tier individual.

Of course, she didn't mention that her transplant was actually special, nor did she perceive that Lavana and Liz were special.

“If I do well in the future, I’ll probably still be able to choose for myself. If I don’t do well, I might have to accept further arrangements,” Louise sighed. The so-called further arrangements meant marriage, not an arranged marriage, but marriage to a promising young man whom her father had approved of.

Liz then introduced herself.

Sixteen years old, an artificial superhuman, second-tier, an illegitimate child, whose father has no plans for her future, she is just here to study.

Actually, Liz lied.

She was a born superhuman and a summoner, so she was born at the first rank. She was indeed an illegitimate child and lived with her mother, who was just an ordinary person and a village teacher, until she was thirteen. Her mother died of illness when she was thirteen, and before she died, she told her to go and live with her biological father.

A year ago, Liz participated in an experiment and was the only survivor. Her summoned spirit was successfully implanted with a special magical artifact, rather than herself.

She could be considered an artificial superhuman, or she could not.

She thought she was here on some mission, but there was nothing there. She had been spending all her time in the library, hoping to find some clues by studying supernatural theories, but she still came up empty-handed.

Since both of them had introduced themselves, Lavana naturally had to say something about herself as well.

Twenty-nine years old, fourth rank.

This instantly stunned Liz and Louise, not because she was twenty-nine, but because she was a fourth-order rank.

Among artificially created superhumans, those who reach the fourth rank are normally exceptionally gifted in mental stability and wouldn't need to learn the Persian methods anymore. So, what's going on here?

“That…” Lavana didn’t know how to explain.

If she were to explain, she would have to reveal her special status.

Although Liz may have sensed that she was special, Liz could not possibly know exactly what made her special, just as she did not know exactly what made Liz special.

Louise noticed Lavana's predicament and, despite her curiosity, suppressed it and changed the subject, asking the question that had initially intrigued her, "By the way, Lavana, what do you do now? What do you plan to do after you finish your studies?"

Lavana thought for a moment, then answered hesitantly and reluctantly, "I don't have a job, and I don't plan to." She was telling the truth; whatever Ronan asked her to do, she would do.

Louise was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, Liz really wanted to ask Ravana who the man who had been with her in the library was, but after thinking about it, she decided not to ask.

We'll only be classmates for a few months, and I have no intention of becoming friends, so there's no need to know so much.

Chapter 1161 Training, Curiosity, and the Overused Basic Principles

At 8 p.m., Lavana, Liz, and Louise returned to their dormitory.

Many people hadn't returned yet because starting tomorrow, they would only have one day off per week to leave the training camp. The holiday would begin on Saturday afternoon and end on Sunday afternoon, so many people were planning to return just before closing time at nine o'clock.

At nine o'clock, everyone returned to the dormitory.

There's no such thing as turning off the lights here, because students have to pay for the lamp oil themselves, and you can keep the lights on for as long as you want.

There are a total of 63 trainees in this cohort, divided into three teams of 21 each. Since there are 17 women among the 63 trainees, two teams have two groups of women, and the other team has five women. One group has three women, and the other group has two women.

Mixed groups are impossible.

Although the Church of Light is many times more enlightened than the original Green Church, serious religions still have elements of asceticism and would never allow close contact between unrelated men and women.

Inside the dormitory, Lavana, wearing only a sports bra-like top and tight-fitting boxer shorts, habitually does some simple exercises.

Lavana herself didn't know why, but after reaching the fourth rank, she suddenly began to be able to precisely control her body, as if she could control every tendon. She had never heard of such an effect after reaching the fourth rank.

Therefore, she asked Ronan if all fourth-order individuals experienced this phenomenon.

Ronan's answer was no.

However, people at the sixth level can basically control all parts of their own bodies, but there is absolutely no need for such a thing.

Lavana is exercising. Nowadays, she doesn't need equipment; she can achieve the strength training that originally required various movements combined with equipment, even while lying down.

However, she still prefers to make gestures.

Liz and Louise felt that Lavana was doing something meaningless.

It has been a consensus since ancient times that superhumans will not improve their strength by engaging in this kind of physical training. Some theories from more than a hundred years ago have confirmed this consensus. A person's magic base and physical body interact, but building muscles cannot make the magic base stronger. However, a superhuman's improvement in superhuman strength can easily improve their physique.

Two people, wearing fur robes, were playing chess there.

The temperature difference between day and night in Tehran is about ten degrees Celsius. At this time, it is around twenty degrees Celsius, which is slightly cool. Superhumans are not afraid of the cold, but that does not mean they will not feel cold.

When the French and the Werlanders met, they were fiercely competitive, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

Before long, Lavana finished several moves, and the game ended.

Louise lost. She lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, sighing a few times in a daze. But soon, very suddenly, she sprang up and sat up, full of energy again.

That's just how she is. She takes games very seriously, and she'll feel emotional when she loses, but she's also able to take it in stride and accept defeat.

Liz smiled too, and she began to think a little more highly of this rich young lady.

"By the way, Liz, what type do you like?" Louise suddenly asked.

Liz frowned.

"Why that look? It's normal for us to ask that at our age, huh? Looks like you're single like me." Louise chuckled, then turned to Lavana on the other side. "Lavana, what about you? You're not single, are you?"

Lavana was momentarily embarrassed, unsure how to respond; her situation was too complicated. After a moment's thought, she replied, "I have a lover." At this point, Liz asked, "Is it the person you were with at the library?"

“Mm.” Lavana nodded.

“So you two knew each other all along,” Louise said, then asked, “What about that person?”

“He’s very handsome,” Liz replied, very briefly.

Louise looked troubled. "Is that the point? What's the use of being handsome? The point is his ability."

“I can’t tell, she’s probably very strong,” Liz said, turning to look at Ravana.

Lavana nodded again, "He's very capable."

"Could you give me a brief introduction?" Louise asked casually.

“Well, he’s French, and quite old. I don’t know much else about him,” Lavana replied.

Ronan was indeed French, and quite old.

Louise's expression changed upon hearing that the person was French and not young. Although she didn't know many high-ranking superhumans in France, she did know the names of many. Could it be that this person knew her? Louise's curiosity was piqued. If she were close to Lavana, she would definitely ask Lavana if she could meet her. Unfortunately, she had only just met Lavana, and it would be too impolite to make such a request.

The conversation ended abruptly at this point, and the three of them went to wash up.

The water bill here is almost as expensive as the gas bill.

While Louise went back to her room first, Liz whispered to Lavana, "Don't you think Louise is special?"

“She’s perfectly normal,” Lavana replied.