Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“Okay,” Louise agreed.

“Then it’s settled.” Ronan looked very happy.

Liz cursed Louise as an idiot again in her heart. She was now completely certain that Ronan had deliberately approached them, but for some reason, she couldn't feel the slightest bit of aversion.

Dinner ended amidst laughter and conversation.

"Take a break, the three of you go to the sauna first."

Ronan said.

There's only one sauna room; he can't use it all.

After resting for a while, the three of them went to the shower room, put their outer clothes, underwear, and socks into a basket, leaving their shoes outside, and rinsed them first.

The rinse alone was so refreshing; you can't just use water like that in Tehran.

After rinsing off, the three of them wrapped themselves in towels and went into the sauna together. Water was poured on the stones, and the whole room instantly began to heat up.

My body warmed up immediately.

Chapter 1168 Taking a Sauna, Laying the Truth, No Malice

Traditional saunas are almost entirely constructed of wood. The interior space is small, with no windows and only a ventilation vent. On one side are seats, and in the middle is a stone device for placing heating stones. Next to it are two large buckets of water, which can be scooped to pour on the stones to generate steam and increase humidity. On the other side, a wooden frame contains a pile of birch branches with leaves. Traditional Finnish saunas use this to pat the body and further open the pores.

At one end of the seat, there is also cider, so you can replenish your fluids whenever you feel thirsty from sweating too much.

The three of them sat on wooden seats, and since it was just the beginning, they didn't feel hot.

Louise nudged Lavana with her elbow and gave her a knowing smile. "Why didn't he let you come with him?"

“If he wants to shower with me first, you’ll have to wait two hours,” Lavana replied honestly.

“Uh.” Louise was momentarily speechless.

Liz chuckled to herself.

Louise changed the subject, "Does he really have many lovers?"

“Really,” Ravana replied, casually scooping up a stream of water and pouring it onto the stone, instantly releasing a wave of steam. “But everyone gets along very well, they have a good relationship, and they are very friendly.”

As someone who had once worked at the Duke's mansion, Lavana had never seen it directly, but she had heard a lot about it. Having lovers was a very common thing for nobles.

But Ronan's situation is unheard of. His lovers are all very capable, and they are not strangers or even unaware of each other. When they are together, they are like best friends.

It can only be said that Lavana does not understand Ronan and his group enough. Ronan's lovers are only as close as sisters within their small group. The small group is not very harmonious with each other. This is because everyone is busy with their own things and does not interfere with each other, so there is no conflict.

"Is that so?" Louise asked, somewhat surprised.

She increasingly felt that this man was different from others.

Liz didn't want to listen to Louise, this idiot who was clearly budding with romantic feelings but afraid of her own inadequacy, continue rambling on about these boring topics. She rarely interrupted when others were speaking, "Ravana, why did Ronan send you to the training camp? These past few days, you don't seem to have any mental instability issues."

If Ronan hadn't specifically instructed her beforehand, Lavana would still be completely clueless. But since Ronan had, she answered truthfully, "Because I've had magical artifacts transplanted one after another, my ability to apply these supernatural powers is very poor. I came to the training camp mainly to improve whether I'm a natural or artificial superhuman. You have to max out the proficiency of the previous level before you can move on to the next level. Lavana is currently at the first level of operational awareness and the fourth level of power, so the two don't match."

Liz didn't expect Ravana to be so direct about this.

Louise, who had been preoccupied with Ronan, also turned her attention to the scene.

Continuous transplants? Are you kidding me? Continuous transplants can drive a person insane, but Lavana is perfectly normal.

"Isn't he worried that the people here will notice something unusual about you? Besides the instructors, there are many experts in the training camp," Liz asked, a question she had also wanted to ask her father.

"So what if they found out? With him here, no one can do anything to me." Lavana said, forcing a fearless attitude. This was a line Ronan had prepared for her.

Liz pondered for a very short moment, then deliberately asked with a smile, "Don't you know that the two true rulers of this country are two of the most powerful people in the world today?"

Lavana didn't know how to answer that question. Ronan hadn't given her an answer, so she had to come up with it herself. "Ronan is incredibly talented." "Is he related to that Ronan?" Liz followed up with another question.

Upon hearing this, Louise's mind suddenly jolted.

The culinary skills, the floating shield that brought them here—everything about her resembled the legendary figure. Of course, the most striking resemblance was to his face, which looked exactly like Ronan in the painting in her house. Louise leaned closer, eagerly awaiting Lavana's answer.

“I don’t know,” Lavana replied. Ronan had told her that she just couldn’t admit it.

After saying that, Lavana stood up as if to escape, took off her bath towel and put it on the seat, closed the protective membrane, first poured several ladles of water on the stone, making the room full of steam, and then picked up a birch branch and whipped her body.

Liz paused for a moment, then stood up and followed Ravana's example.

Louise arrived later.

At this moment, all three of them were naked.

In terms of physique, among the three, Lavana, who is 178 cm tall, has the largest breasts, the thickest hips, and the longest legs.

But if we're talking about bra size, Liz has the biggest. At 163cm tall, her breasts are incredibly large, with a classic large bust, slim waist, full thighs, and slender calves.

If we're comparing legs and body, Louise is the best. Few people of the same height have legs as long as hers. Of course, she also has full, perky buttocks, a very ample bust, and slightly dark, glossy skin.

After a few lashes, Lavana let out a long, comfortable sigh. "Come to think of it, I'm not the only one who's special, am I?"

Louise was taken aback. Was she special? She was perfectly normal. Her transplant was just slightly different from others', just a tiny bit.

Liz breathed a sigh of relief. She had laid her cards on the table and stopped pretending. "Yes, so there's no need to test me anymore, right?"

Lavana sat back down, opened a bottle of wine, took a few big gulps, and exhaled a satisfied breath after finishing. "To be honest, I'm not worried about anything. What about you?" Liz also sat back down and asked in return, "Do I look like I'm worried about anything?"

Louise stood to the side, somewhat bewildered. What was going on? How did things suddenly turn out like this?

The temperature hadn't risen very high before the three of them left, skipping the part about jumping into the icy lake, and went straight back to their room.

A little while later, Ronan came over to wash.

After drying themselves off, the three of them changed their clothes and socks and sat in the room without saying a word.

Ronan, who had just rinsed off with hot water, returned to his room shortly afterward, sat down wrapped in a bathrobe, and said, "It seems they were waiting for me?"

Liz looked at Ronan and asked, "Does someone as important as you find it amusing to tease people like us?" Liz was still unsure of Ronan's relationship with the legendary Ronan, but he was certain that Ronan was not some unknown figure.

Ronan couldn't help but smile. "I have no ill intentions towards you. On the contrary, I'm quite worried about you."

This sentence made Liz and Louise both look puzzled.

Seeing their expressions, Ronan left his seat, brought over a pot of hot tea, placed it on the table, poured a cup for each of them, and then took out the cookies that had been baked before his shower. "Eat and talk, no rush."

"

Liz wasn't in the mood to eat, and Lavana waited to see what Ronan would say next.

Only Louise drank the tea and ate the biscuits. She believed that Ronan really meant them no harm. It wasn't that she believed everything Ronan said, but rather that if Ronan had any ill intentions, why bother with all this trouble? Wouldn't it have been simpler to just arrest them?

Chapter 1169 Too childish, realizing he's backing down, he reveals the "truth".

Don't be fooled by Ronan's calm demeanor at this moment.

To be honest, this situation was something Ronan had never expected. He never thought that Liz, who seemed calm and collected, would act this way.

This operation left him somewhat bewildered.

According to Ronan's plan, Liz shouldn't even confront Ravana about the issue. Instead, after noticing some clues, she should quietly contact the person behind Liz after returning to Tehran. If that person doesn't give a sufficient response, Ronan will imply that Liz is just a pawn that can be discarded at any time, and then slowly try to win her over. If the person behind Liz takes action, that's fine too, saving Ronan the trouble of investigating slowly.

However, the truth is that Liz not only brought up the issue with Lavana, but also spoke to Ronan in the same tone.

Isn't she afraid at all? That's a bit too childish.

But then I thought, Liz is just a child after all, and I don't know why I acted so impulsively and didn't think about anything else.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Liz asked.

This statement, seemingly a question to Ronan, was meant to show off her courage. It should have been delivered in a youthful and impetuous tone, but her voice trembled. Clearly, she was afraid. After her momentary impulse, she realized she had made a mistake, that it was far too irrational, and that Ronan was someone she could not possibly contend with.

Ronan couldn't help but chuckle. "You're relieved I genuinely meant no harm." Then, Ronan looked at Louise. "Louise, I'm right, aren't I?"

"Yes," Louise answered affirmatively, as if on cue, then, "Ah, no, what exactly happened?"

Ronan picked up a biscuit, took a bite, and crunched it. "Miss Louise Artes, may I ask you a question first? Is your surname Artes related to Ronan Artes's Artes?"

Louise shook her head. "No, our ancestors were descendants of the great sage Ussel."

Ronan smiled. Ussel was an old acquaintance of Ronan's. He did like having children and had many, but without exception, these children were the product of his experiments in order to break the limit of dual magic in one person.

"Yes, I understand." Ronan nodded. "Then, Miss Louise, are you aware that your graft is alive?"

"Huh?" Louise couldn't understand what Ronan was saying at all. "That's impossible. My graft is just a tool to help me run my magic. It doesn't damage my potential. It allows me to be like a natural superhuman, but I can progress faster than most natural superhumans."

As expected, Louise was unaware of the true nature of the implant in her body.

“This is a real headache. Artificial superhumans can only be replaced with grafts of the same type at most. Generally speaking, if you want to replace them, you have to get a brand new one of the same type. I can’t remove it for you now and then take it apart to show you.” Ronan sighed.

Transplantation is not just about creating a groove in the body, but also a groove in the soul. Once transplanted, it cannot be removed for a long time. It can be replaced, but only with very minor differences.

Ronan doesn't have anything like that.

Faced with Ronan's seemingly genuine tone, Louise could only say, "You must be mistaken. High-ranking individuals don't necessarily understand magical artifacts very well." She was right, even within the realm of supernatural theory. A higher-ranking person's theoretical understanding might not surpass that of a lower-ranking one, and Ronan indeed didn't understand magical artifacts very well. However, Louise's transplanted entity was essentially a living magical spirit, as Falek, with his clairvoyant abilities, had stated.

There must be no mistake.

“Alright, Louise, let’s leave you be.” Ronan raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, then turned his gaze to Liz. “Miss Liz Orion, your implant isn’t in your body, it’s in your summoned spirit, right?”

Before Liz could react, Louise couldn't help but exclaim, "What!"

Although the summoned spirit and the main body coexist, and although the summoned spirit can materialize, and magical artifacts can be transplanted into the summoned spirit, this is too counterintuitive. Normally, the summoned spirit is one with the main body and has no physical form.

Is this possible? Is there some mistake?

Liz lowered her head and reluctantly answered, "Yes."

"Huh?" Louise exclaimed again, her mouth agape.

"Do you know that this thing is very valuable and will attract the Kai ship?" Ronan asked Liz.

“I know. This thing can make it easier for summoning mages, who would normally find it difficult to advance their ranks, to do so. It can make these naturally gifted, heritable summoners even more powerful, enough to change the landscape of the supernatural world,” Liz said calmly.

"Hahahaha." Ronan burst into uncontrollable laughter, his stomach aching from laughing so hard he couldn't help but clutch his belly.

Liz glared at Ronan, gritting her teeth, thinking to herself, what's so funny? Am I wrong?

Ronan took a couple of sips of tea to calm his nerves. "That's right. You don't know who I am, so you think I would care about something like this. But I can only say that something like this is not worth all the trouble I've gone to for it."

“Liz, do you know how to break through the seventh rank limit?” Ronan asked.

“It’s impossible to break through the seventh rank,” Liz replied directly.

Ronan looked at Louise, "So, Miss Louise, who carries the blood of Ronan and Ussel, do you know about this?"

Louise wasn't an ignorant person; her theoretical knowledge was solid. "That's impossible. A person's magical foundation has its limits in terms of computational and load-bearing capacity. While not everyone at the seventh rank has reached their limit, it's impossible to advance to the next level on a qualitative level. It seems you don't fully understand the source of your bloodline that you take so seriously," Ronan said.

These words touched a nerve with Louise, and she immediately became agitated, stammering, "You, you..."

Ronan continued.

"Did you know that Ronan could combine with Dinia to break through the limit? However, their methods cannot be replicated. As for Ussel, he is a very special summoner. His summoned spirits are like an elemental mage, so he had a concept about breaking through the limit. Unfortunately, he didn't succeed. Now, do you understand? Although you two are weak, what you possess is the practice of breaking through the limitations of computing power and carrying capacity, thereby breaking through the seventh-order limit. It's a step from zero to one. Even if your step is not correct, even if your step is not effective, just think about how attractive it is to those who pursue power."

At this moment, Liz and Louise were so shocked that they were completely speechless.

"Don't you two know this yourselves? Don't the people behind you know this either? Think about it carefully."

After saying that, Ronan got up and dragged Lavana away, leaving Liz and Louise stunned by the shocking truth.

At this point, the two girls' minds were in a mess, and Ronan wouldn't say anything more to them anyway, because they wouldn't listen.

Ronan will talk to them again once they've calmed down.

“Um, am I one too?” Lavana asked Ronan.

Ronan pinched Lavana's chest. "Only now do you realize? That's right, you also have the potential to break through limits."

Chapter 1170 The True Face of Capital: Giant Enterprises, Just a Suggestion

That same night, in Paristo, the French capital, at the presidential residence located in the southwestern part of the city.

This was the new residence prepared for the last King of France. At that time, the war had ended, and although France had not won completely, it had not lost either.

This person felt that their achievements deserved a new residence.

There was just one thing he didn't understand.

Merits? All people care about is the economy.

Only those foolish paupers in the capital would stand tall and proud for the sake of national glory. Those who are truly capable of contributing to society understand that what belongs to them is what truly matters.

So, he was executed when the project was only halfway done, and part of the site was later converted into the presidential residence.

At this moment, the president, who appears to be a middle-aged man, is playing chess with an elderly man in a wheelchair, who has white hair and a face full of age spots.

"Recently, some people have begun to call for the implementation of public ownership," the president said, holding a chess piece.

The old man in the wheelchair trembled like a withered tree branch as he played with the chess pieces. "Oh, that's a great thing for you bureaucrats." Public ownership means that all power is transferred to the organization. It sounds like everyone is a shareholder, but the company is too big. The vast majority of individuals have too few shares. They can't even make decisions about themselves, let alone decide the company's affairs.