Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Perhaps, this place holds the secret to something beyond the seventh rank, granting power to those two who caused the natural disaster.

As long as they can surpass the seventh rank, immortality will be a bonus. Besides, the White Tree hasn't affected the world yet, but what about in the future? They firmly believe that one day they will face an unprecedented change.

It may be decades from now, or it may be tomorrow; it may be a disaster, or it may be divine grace. But only those who are close at hand can be the first to know of disaster or the first to receive divine grace.

Some people left because, in their view, as long as it didn't cause any real changes that affected the world or themselves, there was nothing to care about. It was just a tree, wasn't it?

A person's life is finite, and they have already reached the final stage of their lives. Rather than wasting the last years of their lives on something that may not yield results for decades, they would be better off researching ways to achieve immortality.

Once one achieves immortality, there is an infinite amount of time to comprehend any mystery.

Staying here is no different from gambling.

For the immortal, nothing is too late.

In the blink of an eye, several decades have passed, and the 19th century has entered its second half.

The world has changed over the past few decades, but you could also say it hasn't.

Extraordinary theories are constantly being innovated, science and technology are constantly advancing, and new ideas are constantly emerging.

But the main theme of the world has not changed.

It's still about confrontation, alliances, war, and expansion.

Some nations rise, some fall; some regimes rise to prominence, some collapse.

It seems that the only lesson humanity learns from history is that humanity doesn't learn from history.

The conflict between the East and the West over their interests in South Asia has once again triggered war, and there is a strong tendency for it to escalate from a proxy war to a proxies war.

At the same time, there is great disharmony within both the East and the West.

The Western alliance was led by Weyland and France, but while the two leaders were organizing the allied forces, they were also openly and covertly fighting each other in the New World colonies. Both sides were supporting the independence movements in the other's colonies, and it was only a matter of time before the two sides to break off relations and the alliance completely collapsed. Although both sides knew that doing so would be a lose-lose situation, they still had to do it because losing together was an acceptable result rather than the other side winning.

Seris was not having an easy time either. Although the imperial system had undergone several rounds of reforms and was almost unrecognizable, all interest groups, whether they had a voice or not, had completely become intolerant of the imperial system. Even though all parties knew that once they did so, civil war would be inevitable and the situation in Southeast Asia might become uncontrollable, all sides were still prepared to overthrow the imperial system and start a civil war.

It seems another chaotic battle is about to begin.

At this point in time, Ronan and his group chose to enter a second slumber.

However, if the supernatural system malfunctions, Ronan and Dinia will be automatically awakened.

Not long after Ronan and his men fell asleep, the chaos of battle arrived as expected.

However, none of them, including the world's top superhumans, the leaders of various countries, and the representatives of various interest groups, expected one thing: this chaotic war, which was originally expected to be nothing more than a replay of the Western Continent's civil war and the Seris Civil War, turned into the deadliest and most brutal chaos in history.

Thanks to advancements in military technology, ordinary people have once again become an important part of the battlefield after thousands of years.

At the same time, the advancement of military technology has not diminished the status of superhumans; on the contrary, it has made them more tactically significant. In particular, with the increasingly mature technology of magical artifact transplantation, more artificial superhumans can fight for extended periods of time.

At the beginning of this chaotic era, high-ranking superhumans from all over the world began to pay attention, but did not take any action.

The reason is still about interests.

To give an extreme example, in ancient times, for a superhuman to have his "basic needs" of wearing fine clothes and eating delicious food met, he would need a large land and a large group of people to support him.

Therefore, high-ranking superhumans would never want to see a battle that is too brutal, because that would cause heavy casualties among the "cattle and horses".

Of course, superhumans can engage in farming, weaving, and other productive activities. A high-level superhuman can easily be equivalent to a hundred ordinary people. But if someone has such power and still has to spend time and energy to meet their own needs, then what's the point of being a superhuman?

But now, with the rapid development of productivity, even luxuries no longer require so many people to maintain them.

Dead people? I'm not afraid.

However, in just a few years, the war escalated, shocking everyone. At this point, it became almost impossible for the top superhumans to stop it.

The reason why the tens of millions of artificial superhumans are not simply because they are bloodthirsty, but because both individuals and groups have invested and even overdrawn too much.

If they fail, they will not only lose everything but also be burdened with enormous debt. Ordinary people can accept living a life that is not human, but they cannot. For them, living a life that is not human is worse than death. For a group or organization, failure means a complete withdrawal from the stage of history.

On the contrary, if you win, you have everything.

These tens of millions of artificial superhumans are like the Western Royal Guard Knights and the Eastern Seres's Guards from a thousand years ago.

They're fearless, obsessed with money. How can we stop them?

Chapter 1299 The 20th Century, Teacher Alice, Reunion

In late June 1922, in Nantes, France, in a second-year classroom at a secondary school, Alice, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a long dress, and flat shoes, was teaching her students the last history lesson of the semester.

They listened attentively to everything they were learning, their minds not wandering outside of school despite the joy of the upcoming holiday, especially the boys.

Among this group of teenagers, there were far too many who secretly admired the young, beautiful, intelligent, and erudite teacher, Alice.

Alice is telling the story of the end of that chaotic era a hundred years ago.

In the end, France suffered a humiliating victory.

The anti-French coalition was defeated and dissolved, and several countries signed reparations and unequal trade agreements. Wieland, in particular, was forced to grant independence to its colonies in the New World.

However, France was also forced to agree to the independence of the Rhineland region and the New World colonies.

A decade-long, high-intensity, uninterrupted war tore countless families apart, reduced numerous towns to ruins, and left no winners. Of course, textbooks say they won—they've become numb to the victory.

Alice spoke very briefly and followed the textbook's tone exactly.

It wasn't that she didn't want to talk more, or that she wasn't clear about this history; it was just that the textbook only had a few paragraphs, and a class period only allocated that much content. She would just talk about the key points, such as the important events and figures at a few important time points, so that the students would have an impression.

Secondly, the purpose of secondary school is not to acquire knowledge, but to achieve good grades in exams and get into a good high school.

Teaching things that don't conform to textbooks is misleading students. Moreover, textbooks aren't necessarily wrong; they just have selections and perspectives. Unfortunately, in most decent countries in the world, middle school and high school are the first major dividing line.

Only one percent of people are born with extraordinary talents, and this remains unchanged to this day.

Most people don't have talent.

Ordinary people with good exam scores can go to high schools that teach supernatural theories after completing junior high school, and may even receive a transplant during their high school years to become artificial superhumans. As long as they go to a supernatural high school, even if their grades are not so good, there is still hope for the future.

However, even if you fail the exam, you still have a chance to become a superhuman. After all, grafts and transplants are not as expensive as they were more than two hundred years ago. However, becoming a superhuman in your teens and continuing your studies at university is a completely different concept from not attending university, working to save money, and getting a graft in your late twenties or early thirties.

The latter is almost destined to be a salaried worker struggling to make ends meet, while the former has the potential for financial freedom.

Perhaps, years later, some students will think she was not very capable, but so what?

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Alice tidied up her books and documents, said "get out of class dismissed, students, see you next semester," and then turned and left.

A group of students followed suit and poured out of the classroom.

A young man from the gatehouse came over and told Alice that a young-looking man was looking for her outside the school gate.

Alice said she understood, and then walked out of the school.

At this moment, several boys also heard it. One of them was the leader of Alice's fan club, and his family was considered quite well-off in the area. He immediately called over a few friends, and after a short while, the group quickly and cautiously followed them. Alice was naturally aware that the children were following her, but she didn't care at all.

Several boys followed him all the way, and then their hearts broke.

The beautiful and intelligent teacher Alice kissed the man for two minutes at the school gate, completely ignoring the security guard and pedestrians outside the gate.

This man was not only outrageously handsome, but also at least a mid-level superhuman.

Although the fan club leader comes from a good family and is one of the few people in the school who is already a superhuman, he may never reach the fourth level in his lifetime. His grandfather is of course higher, but his grandfather is his grandfather, so what does it have to do with him, who is not the eldest grandson?

This man had obviously used a concealment technique, making him appear to be Ronan, who was probably only around the fourth rank.

"Alice, do you have class this afternoon?" Ronan asked.

“No,” Alice replied.

For Ronan, who had just woken up again, it had only been a few months since he last saw Alice.

As for Alice, she hadn't seen Ronan for ten years.

Ronan said, "Then pack your things this afternoon, and we'll have dinner tonight and then go see a stage play."

“Okay,” Alice replied.

Ronan kissed Alice on the forehead and then left.

Alice returned to school, tidied up her office, ate lunch at the school cafeteria, took a shower at home in the afternoon, then chose a somewhat formal outfit and shoes, put on some simple makeup, and went out.

As Alice stepped outside, she heard a short honking sound and then saw Ronan's head pop out of the car window.

Alice glanced at the car. "Why would you buy something so useless?"

Ronan got out of the car. "Don't you think this thing is cool? Besides, it's a product of human ingenuity."

“I don’t think so. This thing is much slower than a flying board,” Alice said. “Besides, you’re not short of money. You can easily buy a flying car.”

Flyboards are a type of magical device derived from individual flying machines, and are now widely used by superhumans. As for flying cars, they are even more advanced, with enclosed structures that can carry more people, but they cost at least dozens of times more than flying boards.

The main reason is that the core components of the two are different, and the core components of the flying car need to be manufactured by a mid-level superhuman, which is too expensive. "I also have a flying car. I just drive this one for fun," Ronan said with a smile. "If Teacher Alice thinks it's too low-end, I can go and exchange it for another one."

"Go change," Alice said in a commanding tone.

Driving a flying car to the theater isn't conspicuous, but for a superhuman of considerable rank to drive a mortal car is very conspicuous, and she doesn't like this kind of "high profile."

After dinner, the two went to the theater.

The main storyline of this stage play revolves around the male protagonist, a high school student about to enter university, who has a relationship with a widow, a friend of his mother. In the ensuing entanglement, the male protagonist falls in love with the widow's daughter, and the two eventually get married in a whirlwind romance. Interestingly, in the final scene, the spotlight shines on the male and female protagonists, who sit there, looking at the audience, and stare blankly and silently for three minutes.

It has a very similar feel to the movie "The Graduate" from Ronan's original timeline.

Of course, what's even more interesting is the subplot, which criticizes the current education system. Its purpose is no longer to cultivate talent, but rather to conduct a simple elimination process for the limited number of extraordinary individuals eligible for the title. And that kind of nurturing education is completely monopolized by another group of people.

"However, this is the final result at this stage," Alice remarked during her curtain call.

“Yes,” Ronan agreed. It’s already a good thing they didn’t resort to a ‘pig-raising’ style of education.

Chapter 1300

After watching the show, the two walked home.

Ronan would occasionally and consciously walk to the back.

Alice wore a pair of pink stiletto heels and sheer white stockings with a pearlescent texture. Under the moonlight and streetlights, the white stockings reflected a faint silvery luster at the exposed heels, complementing the color of the high heels. The natural indentation formed on both sides of the Achilles tendon at the back of her ankles, covered by the white stockings, further accentuated the petite and delicate nature of Alice's feet.

Looking at stockings and high heels from behind, the most alluring feature is the indentation on both sides of the Achilles tendon, especially under the lights at night.

The calves, ankles, and ankles have slender lines, completely lacking any bony, thin appearance, only a sense of softness and beauty.

Ronan's penis twitched several times along the way.

As they approached home, Alice turned around and said, "You really are..." After all these years, she still couldn't understand why Ronan liked this kind of stalking and spying so much. If she didn't cooperate, Ronan would throw a tantrum like a child who had been forbidden from eating snacks, putting on a sad face.

“You know it’s all about romance,” Ronan said.

"You're really something," Alice said disdainfully.

Alice's house at night.

Ronan lay naked on the sofa, while Alice leaned against the armrest at the other end, her skirt slightly raised, her slender, lustrous white-stockinged feet stroking Ronan's still-erect penis.

Alice gave Ronan a footjob while talking about the things that had happened over the years.

For the first two years after waking up, she wandered aimlessly in France. This century had seen even greater changes in the world than the previous century. Human technology had advanced by leaps and bounds in this century. Not to mention anything else, the towering buildings and neat, clean roads in the big cities alone were enough to make people stop and admire them. Knowing that this was almost entirely accomplished by mortals was even more awe-inspiring.

Over two years, Alice traveled around France and eventually met a girl in Nantes who was about to drop out of school because her father was gambling debts.

Alice helped the girl resolve her family problems so she could continue her studies, and she also tutored the girl. Ultimately, the girl was accepted into a university in Paristo. Before leaving, she said she would return and open a school to help more girls like her.

With a little effort, Alice became a history teacher at a middle school. She planned to stay there for a while, waiting for Ronan to wake up and come to find her, and also to see if the girl would return.

Eight years have passed, and the girl has long since graduated; she has not returned.

The girl had become a civil servant in Paristo. According to her letter, becoming an official would allow her to help more people, and Nantes was not a poor place. People like her were only a minority and did not need much help. She should rise to a higher position and then go to help those who truly needed help.

But Alice felt that the other person was not going back to their hometown.

"Disappointed?" Ronan asked.

Alice steadied the nearly fully erect penis with one white-stockinged foot, while her other toe curled up and traced the sensitive area around the glans. "Not at all. Thanks to you, I've been a bureaucrat for decades. What kind of people haven't I seen? Besides, isn't she quite ambitious?"

"Hmm." Ronan responded, grabbing Alice's pair of white-stockinged feet with both hands. While kneading and feeling the unique softness and delicacy of Alice's white-stockinged feet, he quickly used her white-stockinged feet to stroke his penis.

The penis was fully erect and pointed, and Alice's white-stockinged feet felt the temperature and hardness of the penis as her breathing gradually became heavy.

"Could you please stop?" Alice whispered, rubbing her slender white silk thighs together a few times.

Ronan chuckled. "How about you sit up with your knees bent, and I'll fuck your knees from the side?"

“You…” Alice pulled her foot out and then kicked Ronan’s big egg. She was furious that Ronan knew exactly what she wanted.

"Ha, that's a good expression." Ronan chuckled, then leaned over and lifted Alice's skirt. "You're so slutty, Alice. Don't you wear panties?" As he spoke, Ronan gripped his penis and began to tease her labia and clitoris through her stockings with the glans.

Alice immediately groaned, "You know perfectly well why you're asking this, it's just to make things easier for you."