Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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They ate and talked, and soon the main dishes were served.

The boiled lamb chops were served with just a pinch of salt and a few freshly roasted peppercorns, basically retaining their original flavor. There was also a dipping sauce, but it was a sauce made from yogurt mayonnaise mixed with chili powder, which Ronan felt was a waste of the lamb.

This sauce is sweet, sour, salty, and spicy, making it a perfect accompaniment to the fried dough rings served as a main dish.

After the boiled lamb chops, it's time for summer dessert: ice cream. The ice cream is made purely from milk, eggs, sugar, and flour, and has a very rich milky flavor.

After dessert comes another dessert, which is cut cake.

The group didn't rush to leave; instead, they called the waiter and ordered coffee.

Coffee with chopped cake is really good.

At this moment, Louise and Ronan chatted more and more enthusiastically, as if they were old friends who had just met.

Liz couldn't get a word in edgewise while Ronan discussed the theory of the extraordinary, but she never took the initiative to speak. She just sat there silently, scraping off a little bit each time with her little rabbit teeth, like a sulking little rabbit.

By this time, Falek had finished scanning the two of them and was sitting there elegantly drinking coffee, waiting for the dinner to end so she could report to Ronan on the very, very interesting situation she had witnessed.

Around 1:00 PM, the dinner ended, and Ronan and Falek left together.

Outside the restaurant, Louise watched Ronan and Falek walk away with a heavy heart. "I'm a little jealous of you, Lavana."

“People who are truly jealous of others don’t say it out loud,” Lavana said.

Louise was stunned. "My God, how could you say something so reasonable?"

“Why can’t I?” Lavana retorted.

Liz ignored the two bickering and silently walked towards the training camp. After the initial excitement of suddenly meeting a "kindred spirit" subsided, she couldn't help but start thinking about something: did this man named Ronan have some special purpose in meeting them this time? But after thinking about it for a long time, she realized that Ronan had only asked her to ask some questions.

Why Ronan sent Lavana to the training camp, and why her father sent her there, remains a mystery.

Perhaps, she could ask Ronan? No, no, Liz shook her head, dismissing the idea.

Chapter 1164 The Special Aspects of the Two: Eighth Tier? Take Them Down!

on the way home.

“You’re starting to get interested in little girls, huh?” Falek suddenly said.

Ronan glanced sideways and replied, "When I got together with Anri, she was not even twenty years old."

“I’m not talking about age. When Ambrina was a teenager, she wasn’t so little anymore, right?” Falek asked Ronan with a mischievous grin, then turned back to look ahead. “And these two, while perhaps more mature than their peers, haven’t truly become independent. They’re still quite childish at heart. And you, you seem to enjoy spending time with kids, and you’re not just pretending.”

“Maybe so. I’m starting to dislike kids less,” Ronan replied with a hint of self-deprecation.

“Ha.” Falek chuckled. “Back to the point, who should we start with?” “Liz,” Ronan said.

“Liz is a typical summoner; her implant isn’t in her body, but in her summoned spirit,” Falek said.

"What?" Ronan was extremely surprised. Could someone really do something like that?

As Falek walked, he said, "To be honest, I couldn't believe it at first either. If someone had told me before that I could implant magical devices into a summoned spirit, I would have thought that person was crazy. To be honest, I don't know how it was done, and I can't understand the structure of the magical device inside the summoned spirit. The only thing I can be sure of is that her summoned spirit was indeed implanted with a magical device."

Ronan fell into deep thought, "Such a revolutionary achievement, yet it remains unknown to most people."

“Normally, either the success rate is too low, or it has little practical significance,” Falek analyzed. “But I don’t think so. Implanting magical artifacts into summoned spirits can avoid the drawbacks of artificial superhumans: a lowered potential and mental instability. The fact that it’s not known to the world may be a deliberate cover-up by the mastermind. As for the reason for the cover-up, it’s possible that implanting magical artifacts into summoned spirits is just a phased byproduct. What the mastermind wants to use to shock the world is something far more incredible.”

“Ronan, tell me, what is the essence of the difference between ranks?” Falek suddenly asked.

“It’s the strength and breadth of the soul; to put it bluntly, it’s a person’s computational and storage capabilities,” Ronan replied.

Falek stopped and looked up at the sky. "So, the seventh rank is the real limit. A person's computing and storage capabilities are limited."

"Take storage capacity as an example. Even if someone like Dinia has as much magic as the sea, she can only draw water from a filtered reservoir built in the sea, except that this reservoir is almost infinitely replenishable." "And when it comes to computing power, let's talk about you. There is a limit to how precisely you can control both the flying dagger and the floating shield at the same time."

"Currently, the only known way to break through the limits in essence is through fusion, just like you and Dinia. In that state, the computing power and storage capacity both exceed human limits."

At that moment, Falek suddenly looked at Ronan and changed the subject, "Do you remember Osiris that you and Dinia once met?"

Osiris, the first seventh-tier hero in history.

The first real rival Ronan and Dinia encountered when they were still in New Sea City.

This guy is an elemental mage, but he also has a summoned spirit. After he merges with the summoned spirit, he breaks through the limits.

If he hadn't been sealed away for so long and was in a crippled state, if he hadn't lost his mind and insisted on fighting Ronan and Dinia to the bitter end.

At that time, Ronan, who had just broken through to the fourth rank, and Dinia, who was far less powerful than she is now, were no match for him.

"So, you mean that by transplanting the summoned creature and then finding a way to cultivate on your own, you can break through the limits like Osiris?" Ronan asked.

“That’s right,” Falek replied. “However, Liz isn’t like that; she’s a complete blank slate.”

"And what about Louise?" Ronan asked.

“If Liz is the product of trying to explore ways to break through the limits of storage capacity, then Louise may be the product of breaking through the limits of computational capacity,” Falek replied. “The implant in Louise’s body is not a pure magical device, but a living magical spirit.”

"That's why Lavana felt that Louise's aura didn't quite resemble that of an artificial superhuman."

"Because Louise is essentially a natural superhuman, this spirit only enhances her computational abilities, unlike those implants that directly grant her a superhuman ability," Falek explained Louise's situation.

Ronan instantly made a connection, "Wait, the magic spirit is loaded into a magical device and then transplanted to increase the computing power limit, isn't that right?"

Falek chimed in, "That's right, it's the one that A'er tried to do in Wuhan a while ago."

Before Ronan could recover from his shock, Falek continued, "Have you ever considered this possibility? What would happen if you combined a versatile slot like Lavana with an artificial superhuman summon, plus a graft that's like an auxiliary artificial intelligence?"

Ronan's eyes suddenly widened. "The eighth level?"

Falek neither nodded nor shook his head, but continued to say to himself, "Perhaps even worse, or perhaps it's simply impossible, and more likely..." Ronan picked up the thread, "More likely, he's still conducting experiments, and Minaer and Mushir have the technology he wants. Liz and Louise, one or both of them, are exhibits he sent over. These exhibits can be seen as a provocation, or they could be an indication of a cooperative intention."

“That’s a possibility,” Falek said.

Ronan gazed into the distance, stroking his chin. "Now we're just waiting for news from France. There's definitely something wrong with G&A."

Falek suddenly changed the subject, "Before that, you have to win over these two girls."

"Huh?" Ronan was taken aback.

"Otherwise, what are we supposed to do? Kidnap them?"

"We need to study those two carefully, even if they are just inferior products from a backward stage. What we need is a strategy, do you understand?"

"To study them in depth, we need their active cooperation, because it relates to the soul level. If they don't cooperate, their consciousness and soul will be in chaos, and we won't be able to study anything at all."

"As the old saying goes, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.' Perhaps we can use Lavana as a foundation to create a being that surpasses the seventh rank."

As he spoke, Falek became excited.

She couldn't wait to share today's findings with Canaan and Faith, and then together they would ignite the spirit of mad scientists.

Creating an existence that transcends the seventh rank—what a monumental feat!

In fact, in the process, they may even get closer to the "truth" of this world.

“Then I’ll leave it to you,” Ronan said.

“You’ve got it backwards. It’s up to you,” Falek replied. “Hurry up and take down those two brats.”

“This isn’t something I’m good at,” Ronan said. It was absolutely true that he wasn’t good at pursuing women.

Falek looked impatient. "Have we ever asked anything of you all these years? Don't give me any excuses. Besides, I don't think those two kids have a bad impression of you. Hurry up."

Chapter 1165 The Organization's Decision, Surprise and Gifts, Shredded Meat and White Silk

Falek went back and told Canaan and Faith.

Subsequently, Lu Jianling, Guo Hanlu, and Madam Zhao also found out.

Then came that sentence: "The organization has decided that you will be tasked with this arduous mission—to seduce women."

Of course, "hooking up with girls" is just a joke.

In reality, Ronan's task was to first get to know Louise and Liz, and in the process, continuously probe their backgrounds.

If Louise and Liz hadn't been assigned a mission, were unaware of the hidden hand behind them, or even understood just how unusual their special circumstances were, everything would be much easier. Ronan would have gradually guided them to the truth, and once they understood, they would have realized just how troublesome their situation was. In the end, Ronan and his group would have naturally offered their assistance.

But if Louise and Liz came with a mission, and are aware of their own existence and the unusual significance of their transplants, then Ronan will have no choice but to try to win them over. He won't force them; Ronan's greatest strength lies in getting people to volunteer.

"How do you plan to begin?" Lu Jianling asked Ronan.

Ronan smiled and raised an eyebrow, "A small gift plus a little surprise."

"Oh, when does it start?" Guo Hanlu asked curiously.

“Tonight,” Ronan replied, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Let's eat first," Madam Zhao said, urging everyone to start their meal.

Everyone was here today, and she cooked herself. It wasn't anything fancy, just something simple: a big bowl of shrimp and crab fried rice, a pot of chicken soup, and a jar of pickled vegetables—just one jar, and once opened, it contained a whole thing. This stuff has only appeared in Sichuan, near Seris, in recent years. I learned about it by chance when I went back to Guangzhou with Mrs. Zhao for congee, so I bought a few jars specifically for it.

Ronan enjoyed a delicious dinner.

On the other hand, Lavana, Liz, and Louise were not happy.

Lunch is a nice meal, but dinner is in the cafeteria.

Actually, the food in the cafeteria here is something that many ordinary people can only afford to eat during holidays, because there is a lot of meat in it, after all, the students have paid such high tuition fees.

"I think it's alright, not too bad." Lavana felt that the cafeteria food wasn't much different from the lunch, it was all just porridge.

“Very different,” Louise said.

“Agreed,” Liz unusually echoed Louise.

Lavana couldn't understand why these two suddenly had a problem with the food; everything was fine before.

Finally, Liz and Louise ate a flatbread wrapped with a few lamb skewers. Lavana ate a little more, but not much, before following the two back to her dorm.

The three returned to their dormitory.

Louise kicked off her shoes, jumped onto the bed in a Fosbury Flop, and lay down in a starfish position. After a week together, her true colors were revealed. She had completely lost the elegant and proper demeanor she had initially displayed. "I'm starting to miss oysters and foie gras."

She was tired of both of them, but after not eating them for months, she missed them terribly.

Oysters are not produced here, nor are geese raised.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Liz sighed, "I miss bacon and sausage."

The Church of Light in the Persian Republic does not prohibit pork, but over the past few centuries, not eating pork has become a custom here.

Ravana didn't miss anything; the food in her hometown was nothing more than boiled mutton, and it was still mutton here.

She quietly changed her clothes, preparing to begin her routine exercise.

Louise was 165 cm tall, not very tall, but with the long legs characteristic of many Raga people, her legs, clad in slightly sheen flesh-colored pantyhose, looked remarkably long. She stretched out one leg, her big toe and middle toe deftly separating in the thick, light brown toeband of her pantyhose. The pantyhose between her toes stretched thinner and more transparent, and she pinched a small pillow on the side of the bed with her toes. While yelling, "My oysters, my foie gras," she swung her long, flesh-colored leg, which was pinching the pillow, and repeatedly slapped the bed surface with the pillow to vent her dissatisfaction.

On the other side, Liz, who was already lying quietly with her legs crossed and straight, revealing a small section of her fleshy thighs, was reading a book. She glanced at Louise impatiently and said, "Can you be quiet?"

Louise was restless; she even started deliberately slapping the bed frame with her feet, using the pillows between her legs to make muffled noises. Meanwhile, Liz simply ignored her, though her unconsciously crossed legs and occasional leg-shaking gestures were enough to show her inner turmoil.

The two had argued more than once or twice, but Lavana, who had already changed her clothes, pretended not to hear them. Wearing a sports bra and tight-fitting boxer shorts, she silently did some stretching exercises.

Lie face down, straighten up, with your shoulders touching the ground, then lift one leg up slowly until that leg is upright in the sky.

Then land, and repeat the same movement with the other leg.

Despite her well-defined muscles, Lavana was incredibly flexible and not at all stiff; she could easily do a split. After warming up her legs, Lavana returned to the starting position and slowly moved upwards until she was completely upside down. After a few more sets of exercises, Lavana was ready to begin her workout.

Just then, Ronan suddenly appeared in the three's dormitory.

“You…” Lavana was stunned.

Louise and Liz are the same.

“I can come here silently anytime,” Ronan said, placing a pile of boxes he was carrying on the table.

At this moment, Louise finally realized what had happened, kicked away the cushion, and sat up properly, trying to convince herself that Ronan hadn't seen her like that.

On the other side, Liz, who had been sitting with her legs crossed, immediately straightened them and pulled her skirt back up.

"I brought you some food."

Ronan said, as if he hadn't noticed what Louise and Liz had just done.

"French oysters, with a lightly seasoned sauce, prepared in the style of Serres in Southeast Asia. You can try it, it's really good. You can't taste the metallic taste while still enjoying the freshness and sweetness."

"These are sausages from your Weyland area, cooked."

"There's also genuine Kazakh mutton, which Lian Xue got from the mountain. It needs to be cooked for a while, so we'll have to wait."

As Ronan spoke, he operated the stove and pot to prepare the mutton with snow water.

"How did you get those French oysters?" Louise asked.