Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Mushir was unconcerned about his daughter's "praise." "You're in your fifties, you've had enough of this, haven't you? Go home and act like nothing happened. Write a report in a couple of days, just say it's a foreign conspiracy, don't specify which country. Arrest a few well-known old spies first, and use that name to negotiate with Suleiman and Ross."

“No,” Freishta interrupted Mushir.

Muhir looked at her daughter in surprise. "Ah, I didn't hear you. Say it again."

“I said, I won’t,” Freishta said earnestly, looking as if she were ready to die.

Mushir let out a long breath, as if releasing the anger that had been surging in his chest. "Sigh, whatever, get out of here. I'll hold your funeral in a couple of days." Freshta was stunned for a moment, then her figure flashed, quickly passing by Mushir and leaving without looking back.

Muhir didn't turn back either, and walked straight ahead at a leisurely pace. The nearly two-meter-thick stone gate seemed like a blurred projection as she strolled through it.

At this moment, inside the treasure vault, the man in black robes, the bird-beaked monster, and the bearded man in military uniform were still pestering Ronan.

To be precise, they had no choice but to engage Ronan, because if their offensive weakened or slowed down, Ronan's seemingly effortless counterattacks would be enough to severely injure any one of them.

The three who appeared to be attacking Ronan were actually being completely drawn in by him.

The next moment, Muhir moved.

The next instant, Mushir grabbed the bearded man in military uniform by the neck with one hand and threw a punch. The bearded man slammed into the innermost wall, creating a crater. Then another crater appeared, the spiderweb-like crater expanding continuously, wave after wave, until the wall collapsed, revealing the rock. The force continued to spread outward, constantly creating larger spiderweb-like cracks. When it finally stopped, the bearded man in military uniform had become a mixture of blood, flesh, and bone fragments, stuck to the surface of the several-meter-deep crater.

A seventh-tier person is like someone who can get a perfect score on a test.

But some people can only get 100 points, and some people only get 100 points on the test.

Mushir and Mainar are both the latter.

At the same time, Ronan also subdued the bird-beaked monster, pinning it to the ground with a single sword strike. Unfortunately, the monster was clearly prepared, its soul escaping the instant Ronan changed his attack. What Ronan had pinned down was merely an empty shell, a magical creation unable to move or exert any power. The bad news wasn't just that the monster had escaped; it was also that the monster was remarkably familiar with him.

Mushir glanced at the man in black robes. "My assistant, who's got some kind of mental problem." Then he looked at the carcass in the pit. "The escaped convict stuck to the wall." Finally, his gaze lingered on Lavana, Liz, and Louise for a second or two. "And these three ladies, could you please leave for a moment? The door is open."

The man in black robes was one of Mushir's assistants and a former suitor of Freishta, and perhaps still is.

In short, he's an unreasonable guy.

As for the one who was beaten into the wall and turned into a lump of mud, he was the last prince of a dynasty that occupied this land. His maternal clan had no power and his position in the hierarchy was low, but after becoming a transcendent being, he showed exceptional talent and was therefore highly valued. However, he joined the Revolutionary Army of the Church of Light led by Manar and Mushir. In the last struggle over the line before Manar and Mushir abdicated, he was imprisoned. At that time, he was still at the sixth level.

The reason he was beaten like this is because this guy has an unusual relationship with his daughter Freishta, and he is not without responsibility for Freishta's current situation.

At the same time, Ronan waved to Lavana and the other two, signaling them to leave, and the three of them left quickly.

The man in black robes led away the man who had barely taken on any form.

Inside the vast treasure vault, only Ronan and his daughter Muhir remained.

Ronan didn't say anything, he just opened his arms wide.

Mushir was both amused and exasperated. "I'm not a child anymore."

"Then can I be a little willful like an old father?" Ronan said with deep affection.

Muhir walked over, hugged Ronan, and buried his head in his arms.

Ronan gently patted his daughter's back, then gave a mischievous smile, "Now you understand the hardships of being a parent, hahaha."

Muhir landed a powerful hook on Ronan's chest. "Old man, I knew you couldn't possibly comfort anyone."

“You smiled, so I’ve successfully comforted you, haven’t I?” Ronan retorted.

“If I don’t laugh, am I supposed to cry?” Muhir retorted.

In truth, she was deeply saddened. Freyshta was an android she created using herself as the original body, combining technology and magic from another world. Initially, she thought it was merely a tool she created to complete an experiment; if there was one, there would be others. But watching the child grow little by little, from crawling to running, to walking again, from babbling to asking her all sorts of questions, she changed. She began to develop feelings for Freyshta, this android, and started to treat her as her real daughter.

She and her sister Mina abandoned this great experiment to explore the "path to godhood," and never created any more androids. Instead, they began to look for other paths. Even after so many years of success, they never thought of restarting the experiment they had abandoned.

Ultimately, things didn't go as planned, and he was abandoned by everyone.

"What are you thinking about?" Ronan asked Muhir, who was deep in thought.

Mushir sighed. "I was thinking that if all the androids were more purely conscious, perhaps there would be no betrayal."

"Oh." Ronan simply responded with an "oh," without offering any criticism or judgment.

“But that’s too boring,” Muhir said.

“I completely agree,” Ronan said.

Mushir turned around and prepared to leave as well. "I won't waste your time. You old rascal, go keep your little girl company."

Ronan was already used to her daughter's teasing and didn't care at all. "Then let's get together after you've sorted out this mess. Anyway, you're already here, so your old mom has to take a good look at you." After saying that, Ronan picked up the bird-beaked monster from the ground and disappeared in a flash.

In the vast warehouse, only Mushir remained, looking up at the gray ceiling, tears welling in his eyes.

At this moment, she wished she wasn't alone, but rather a purer being.

But the thought only lasted for a moment before it disappeared.

Immediately, Muhir left the warehouse and went outside. Ronan had already led the three women away. She saw the black-robed man and the old prisoner who was beginning to take on a more human form, who were still there. "What are you still doing here? Why don't you get out of this country with Freshta?"

"I..." The man in black robes was speechless for a moment.

He wanted to explain, to repent, to plead for punishment, but all the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them.

"I'm leaving." That was the only thing the man in the black robe said in the end.

"Get out!" Muhir said nothing more.

Watching the man in black robes leave with the damned old prisoner, Mushir breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the two would go to find her daughter later.

"Good luck, my daughter."

Chapter 1192 Genius? Strongman? No match for cunning

And so, a farce that started strong but ended weakly came to a close.

Ronan first brought the bird-beaked monster back home and then called Falek and the other two.

The bird-beaked monster was huge, over two meters tall, and very fat; it was big enough for a person to hide inside.

It wasn't until the battle began that Ronan realized there wasn't a single person hiding inside that thing.

It is not a bio-armored mech.

"It really is a robot."

Canaan exclaimed in surprise.

Although the three of them had guessed, based on some of the words left by Luo Chenghao, that the mysterious person never made contact with the target in his true form and controlled a special body from a very long distance, they were still stunned when they saw the actual object and their guess was confirmed.

Because they don't even have the idea of ​​how to put such technology into practice, let alone the technology itself.

"It seems this will be a subject of study for a long time to come." Falek sounded somewhat tired, but his gaze remained fixed on the bird-beaked monster, filled with barely suppressed excitement. If they could analyze the bird-beaked monster's core technology, then without a doubt, they would be one step closer to the mysterious man, and one step closer to understanding the true nature of the demons in this world.

Ronan looked at Falek, "Aren't you going to see your daughter?"

“They’re free now, just call me,” Falek replied.

Faith gently nudged Ronan with her foot. "Alright, stop getting in our way. You should go and comfort the three still-shaken little ones." "I'm off then."

They were an old married couple, so there was no lingering farewell. Ronan called out and left the town, then took off again, crossed the Atlantic Ocean, and returned to Tehran.

Meanwhile, in France, in a secret underground chamber.

Sitting in the cockpit, Garcia's eyes were calm and focused, with a smile on his lips. However, the beads of sweat on his forehead and the hand that unconsciously pressed against his chest betrayed him; he was not as calm and relaxed as he seemed.

He is now unharmed and has not let Ronan succeed, but in fact, he was just a hair's breadth away from it. Ronan had just managed to find the place where his consciousness resided and pierce it with his sword. Ronan's sword would not have caused him much damage, but it would have been able to discover his identity information.

As Ronan's son, none of them escaped being pierced by a sword, and Garcia was no exception.

Even though his soul had already undergone tremendous changes, it was not entirely different. What if that very subtle part of it was captured by Ronan's sword?

"As expected, this machine still can't bring out my full potential."

As he spoke, Garcia glanced at the "corpses" of his two younger brothers inside the transparent container.

He had to admit that he was a man of limited talent. He had inherited the entire legacy of his two younger brothers, but after decades, he had not truly mastered it all. He could only make some minor innovations and could not build upon their achievements.

Garcia was not a genius.

“But it doesn’t matter.” Garcia snorted.

So what if he's a genius? A genius is now just two clumps of plants floating in a water tank, becoming the components for his ascension to godhood.

"Unfortunately, I didn't get what I wanted this time."

Garcia clenched his fists. He was just a hair's breadth away from a perfect ending.

With the experimental data from the research conducted by Mainar and Mushir, he could merge with his two younger brothers without any risk, and go even further to achieve the ninth rank, becoming the strongest in this world. At that time, even if Ronan and Dinia merged, he would have no fear.

Now, in his liberated state, having stood up from his wheelchair and surpassed the seventh level to reach the eighth, he still wouldn't dare say he could defeat Ronan with 100% certainty. "There's no other way, I can only rely on myself." Garcia said with a hint of helplessness, "This body is really useless." With that sigh, he laughed again.

Because, if it weren't for her son's useless body, how could he have lured his mother, his beloved Elena, and Aunt Dinia to another time and space, and then been unable to return?

Genius or strength, none can ultimately prevail against cunning.

At this moment, Dinia and her two companions are still trapped in another time and space.

Their initial purpose in coming to this timeline was to rescue Ashley's two daughters and, incidentally, to find a way to heal Agustina's grandson.

Then, after finding Ashley's two daughters and a way to cure Tina's grandson, they discovered they couldn't go back.

The method of traveling back and forth between two time periods can no longer be used.

Only then did the three realize that this was a trap, designed to keep them trapped there forever.

They have been here for five years.

Dinia, Elena, Agustina, Mariana (Ambrina's third sister in this world), and Ashley and Ronan's twin daughters Gloria and Belsa, a total of six people, once again came to the Celestial Realm, to the research center where Kate Pierre, Wen Jin, Lavini, Kang Guizong, and another Dinia and Agustina were located.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you again, I still haven't found a way to send you back." Wen Jin was very direct.

Kate shook her finger. "However, we have a new idea."

"Speak quickly!" Elena immediately stepped forward and called out; she didn't want to stay there a moment longer.

"Actually, there has always been a question: why is there a five-year difference between the two timelines? Who, and what kind of force, caused all of this?" Kang Guizong asked.

Agustina rubbed the eye covered by the blindfold. "Isn't it that shitty god?"

“You’re right, but do you remember what Ronan said?” Kang Guizong asked again.

Dinia frowned. "Ronan said that it wasn't that person who created the world entirely through his own will and thought, but rather that he wrote a bunch of novels that were never finished. The plot outlines, background settings, and character biographies of these novels were modified by an inexplicable force, and then merged and unified to form the real world we live in today."

Kang Guizong asked again, "That's very correct. So, if two timelines are also a story background, then who is the protagonist of this story?" This time, Diniya and his group fell into deep thought.

Just then, Gloria, the elder of Ashley and Ronan's twin daughters and the former first playwright of Weyland, had a flash of inspiration: "I've got it! It's Zhao Shu, the founder of the Seres David dynasty and the founding emperor."

“Didn’t this person die hundreds of years ago?” Elena asked.

“Even if he’s not dead, do you think we can still find him?” Agustina followed up with her question.

At this moment, Wen Jin smiled and said, "This brings me to my great invention, the extraordinary bloodline detector."

“You invented a ball, but it’s my invention,” Kate Peter firmly denied Wen Jin.

Wen Jin sneered, "Your crazy brain just had a moment of clarity and came up with a useful idea. I'm the one who turned the impossible into the possible, so I'm the inventor."

“Engineers shouldn’t pretend to be inventors,” Kate retorted.

Wen Jin crossed her arms and said arrogantly, "You stinking excavator operator, am I not a class above you?"

Lavini completely ignored the two bickering and looked at the palm-sized device that Dinia had handed him. "You two can handle the search yourselves. However, even if you find them, we can't guarantee that we can send you back 100% of the time."

Chapter 1193 Ruining the Atmosphere, Even though I went first, the prelude to the first night

Nighttime, the highest point of the Smart Library tower, at the boundary between the old and new cities of Tehran.

Ronan, who was squatting at the top of the tower lost in thought, suddenly noticed Liz, who had climbed up the outer wall of the tower. He turned to her and asked, "How did you know I was here?"

“Ms. Lu told me,” Liz replied, stammering as she realized the moment the words left her mouth that it was inappropriate to address Lu Jianling by her first name.

Ronan turned his head back to look at the crescent moon in the distance, as if speaking to thin air, "If it's not something important, we can talk about it tomorrow." Liz didn't reply, nor did she leave; she just stood there.

An hour earlier, she realized she had fallen in love with this man; at that time, she had just listened to Lu Jianling tell her story with Ronan.

In Lu Jianling's story, Ronan has three seemingly contradictory images.

First, he clearly felt that life was meaningless; in his own words, he was a nihilist. Yet, this nihilist was still obsessed with politics, the most mundane thing, and enjoyed it immensely.

The second type is a combination of a teenager bursting with lust and a shameless old lecher. He will clumsily show affection to women and engage in crude sex devoid of any aesthetic appeal.

Third, the cold-blooded swordsman and the loving father who loves everyone.

Liz fell in love with Ronan for this reason.

She wasn't as superficial as Louise, nor did she consider herself to be a father figure; she simply fell in love with Ronan, a man who seemed like a delicate, fragile porcelain vase, like a fine, aged wine.

"I... I just wanted to tell you that you will definitely be sad." Liz said this after being stunned for a long time.