Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The bird-beaked monster replied in a woman's voice, "It won't be long before you see the inevitable result."

Noah keenly caught a peculiar meaning in the other's words, "Are you saying that you only have success and no failure?" The bird-beaked monster replied, "That's right, failure is also a kind of success."

Noah gently brushed his wind-blown hair behind his ear. "So what do you think of this girl?"

“A coincidence within inevitability. In any case, I would have tried to guide him to provide usable people, but I didn’t expect him to be so good at picking them up,” the bird-beaked monster with a woman’s voice said.

Noah stood to the side and said, "I was asking about their level."

The bird-beaked monster paused for a moment as if it had crashed, "Ah, do they even have any skill level?"

Noah smiled and seemed to agree.

The conversation ended there. A few days later, the private tutor Noah had hired began to instruct Lavana and the others in their studies.

Of course, this female teacher was Amandina's secret subordinate who had previously been manipulating the bird-beaked monster to make contact with Noah.

She doesn't do anything unnecessary; she only passes on information to her superiors.

Afterwards, Ronan will take Lavana, Louise, Liz, and Yang Nian to France, and she will be going along the same route, so she can keep track of Ronan's group's whereabouts.

Around Chapter 1212, The New Teacher, Chaos

"Can you stop talking nonsense?"

"It's simple to judge whether someone is radical or conservative: look at their reaction when faced with a problem. If their first reaction is to summarize their experience and try to change the status quo from the level of social system, then they must be radical, no matter whether the experience they have summarized is correct or not, or how unorthodox their actions are."

"If a person's reaction is to appeal to authority and tradition, then he must be a conservative, even if that authority is a saint-like person, and tradition is about upholding fairness and justice."

After Lavana said those words, the entire corridor suddenly fell into complete silence.

She said those things because the international students next to her kept talking about being conservative and radical, but they were never getting to the point, so she got impatient. She got impatient, and that's how it happened.

"Uh, sorry, sorry." After saying that, Lavana wished she could find a hole to crawl into and strode quickly toward her room.

Liz and Louise quickly followed.

Both of them were somewhat surprised, not expecting Ravana to have this side to her.

Return to the room.

“You’re amazing, Lavana,” Louise said first.

Lavana forced a smile. "What Ronan just said was actually what I was told."

Liz sat down in the chair. "I think what Louise meant by 'amazing' was that you could suddenly interrupt the conversation in front of so many people and embarrass them."

Lavana covered her face, at a loss for words.

Louise smiled. "If you ask me, well done. Those idiots used to talk about the situation and politics in the hallway outside our room every day at noon. It was so annoying. I guess now they'll at least find a different place to gather." Just a few steps from their room was the very center of the building. Looking through the window, one could see symmetrical houses nearby, a wide, tree-lined avenue, and the river stretching to the horizon in the distance—it was the best spot for a view.

Ever since tensions rose in the Balkans to the south, this group of international students has been enjoying the scenery while discussing and analyzing current affairs. Some even shout slogans into thin air, acting like they're crazy. This really annoys Louise, who likes to take a nap at noon.

Normally, she would have already resorted to words or even violence, but since Ronan arranged for her to come here, she didn't want to cause trouble.

“That makes sense,” Liz agreed with Louise.

"Hehe." Lavana chuckled dryly, brushing it off.

After the brief incident, the three continued studying in the room. Louise was the first to become impatient. "Our teacher hasn't arrived yet." "They said tomorrow," Lavana replied.

“That’s what they said yesterday too,” Louise couldn’t help but mutter.

Beside her, Yang Nian, who looked like a six or seven-year-old girl, muttered, "Why do we need a teacher? Can't I just be the one to do it?"

“You’ve got to give up,” Liz said.

Yang Nian knows a lot, but she knows the facts but not the reasons behind them. She can answer one or two questions occasionally, but if you make her a teacher, the three of them will be ruined for life.

The teacher Noah had found for the three arrived the next day.

The woman had unusual blonde hair, soft facial features, wore gold-rimmed glasses, had a flat chest, was not tall, and looked quite young.

“Sigrid, sixth rank. No need for further introductions and greetings.” Sigrid was clearly impatient. “The tutoring starts now.”

For the next period of time, Lavana and her two companions entered a hellish mode, spending all their time studying.

Yang Nian couldn't take it anymore, so Ronan had no choice but to come and take her to Seres.

More than ten days later, another test was conducted.

Lavana, Louise, and Liz barely passed the theoretical knowledge test. Next, Noah and Sigrid conducted special training, which involved practicing and reviewing the theory at the same time.

The three are special artificial superhumans. High-intensity, long-term work will not cause mental instability and thus affect the soul. Therefore, the first stage is to fight one-on-one. As long as they don't die, they train to the point of death.

They were forced to conform to the grafts inside their bodies so that they could exert their full power.

Only after the individual members have completed their training can they be combined into one.

Another day of classes has come to an end.

Noah suddenly blocked Sigrid's path. "The combination of the three of them is the path to godhood, right?"

“That’s not something I know,” Sigrid replied curtly.

“Heh, not denying it is tantamount to admitting it,” Noah said. “It’s a pity I can’t dissect them, otherwise I’m sure I could find some secrets. The so-called path to godhood should not just be about breaking through the seventh rank.” “Guess whatever you want,” Sigrid said, his expression still indifferent.

"Guess what? You don't actually know anything either," Noah mocked. "You, like me, want to use this opportunity to uncover some secrets." A ripple appeared on Sigrid's face, and she turned and left without looking back. Noah was right; Sigrid accepted the mission with that same thought in mind. She, too, wanted to glimpse the mysteries of the world.

That night, Sigrid gave Lavana, Louise, and Liz an extra training session, which left them exhausted.

“Your individual strength is still far inferior to that of a typical fifth-tier cultivator,” Sigrid said, looking at the three lying on the ground. “However, the efficiency of improving your soul and graft compatibility through combat is rapidly declining. Therefore, starting tomorrow, theory classes will resume.”

All three of them wore expressions of utter helplessness, as if they were about to die.

These theoretical classes are even more challenging than the practical classes.

Just as the three were continuously improving themselves, war broke out.

Suleiman rejected the compensation proposal, and Bulgaria retaliated with military action, leading to a war between the two countries.

After this attack, the higher-ups in Austeria began to consider whether to provide support and perhaps gain some benefits in the process.

His consideration led to a re-enactment of classic dramas that had been playing out in the Balkans for over a thousand years, creating utter chaos.

As chaos erupted, France, which considered itself the dominant power in the West, naturally got involved, offering to mediate between the parties and maintain peace.

Who the hell would believe that?

France's intervention provoked a strong reaction from Suleiman, which only added to the chaos.

With Suleiman so audacious, France had no choice but to retaliate. Its elite troops stationed around the Mediterranean were to land in the Balkans via Vena, then by sea, to confront them directly.

Suleiman dared to act so boldly because he had a strong foundation: a new batch of Seres equipment had just arrived, designed to take down the French elite.

However, Suleiman did not expect that France would upgrade its equipment again.

Equipped with individual flying vehicles, they can quickly move across the battlefield. The artificial superhuman soldiers no longer use almost disposable rocket launchers, but instead begin to use a special rifle that fires in bursts and has high accuracy.

The French, with just a few people in a small squad, had a way to make roll calls against the lower-level military control in Suleiman's territory.

Suleiman had no choice but to immediately retreat and consolidate.

The war should have ended at this point, but unexpectedly, fighting broke out in other places.

Chapter 1213 The East is in complete chaos; rest and political reflection are needed; fight back.

Poland was about to move south, and the Kingdom of Prussia seized the opportunity to attack it from the back door. At the same time, the Rus' Empire, which had just experienced a period of turmoil, also launched an attack, preparing to expand westward.

Given this situation, Austeria could no longer stand idly by.

In an instant, the eastern part of the entire Western Continent was thrown into chaos.

France originally intended to quickly complete the mediation, embarrass Suleiman, and then show off its strength before going home. But now, it seems there's no need to rush. This chaotic conflict among nations is exactly the situation France wanted to see.

Although Lavana, Louise, and Liz devoted most of their energy to their studies, it was impossible for them to truly ignore everything else.

“Sometimes, I really don’t understand why these superhumans have to start wars.” Liz couldn’t help but sigh, leaning back in her chair with her white-stockinged legs stretched out.

High-ranking extraordinary individuals are generally a combination of scholars and artists; they certainly have worldly desires, but not many.

At the same time, the superhumans do not need to follow public opinion; their individual violence far exceeds that of ordinary people as a group.

“Because nowadays, artificial superhumans have become a force that cannot be ignored,” Louise said. “In major countries, nearly one-tenth of the population are superhumans, and nine-tenths of them are artificial superhumans. A large number of artificial superhumans are in debt due to loans, which is an unprecedented good thing for the country.”

As she spoke, she got up from the bed, slipped on her slippers and her feet, encased in sheer stockings, and strolled over to make coffee, talking as she did so.

"Never in the past few thousand years has a state been able to control so many superhumans."

"But sometimes the controller is also the controlled."

"These artificial superhumans are burdened with debt, so they desperately hope that the country can develop and expand so that they can pay off their debts more quickly."

“If those in charge of the government don’t cater to their desires, they will demand a replacement.”

"Artificial superhumans are not as easy to deal with as ordinary people. I'm not talking about force; high-level superhumans can suppress them without any problem."

"The key is that these artificial superhumans are important people in their respective industries and are highly irreplaceable. Without them, the country's existing system would not be able to be maintained."

"The last king thought he had won the war and was complacent, but he did not realize that the French economy had not improved at the time. So he became a sacrifice of compromise. That's right, the revolution was actually a compromise between a group of high-level superhumans and low-level artificial superhumans."

After saying that, Louise looked at Liz with a proud expression that said, "I'm so great."

Liz scoffed, "Ha, isn't that all Ronan told you?"

Louise immediately got annoyed. "That last point was my own conclusion."

“Actually, it’s not easy being an artificial superhuman either.” Lavana sighed at this point. “They are surrounded by that bright and beautiful world, but they can’t really get there. When they turn around, all they see are dark alleys. They can’t see or go back the way they came.”

After following Ronan to Seris and meeting that group of people, she realized that a large portion of the artificial superhumans were marginalized.

“I didn’t mean to put all the blame on them,” Louise explained.

"Uh, I didn't mean that." Lavana quickly waved her hands, her thighs pressed tightly together inside her black stockings, looking somewhat nervous.

"What do you think we can do to end this war?" Liz suddenly asked.

"Isn't this getting a bit off-topic?" Louise said, as she poured the brewed coffee into the pot and placed it on the table.

Liz poured herself a cup of coffee. "It's all just idle chatter anyway." She sat up straight again, her white-stockinged legs also straightened.

“I think we could form an arbitration organization by bringing together the world’s top superhumans, with these top superhumans serving as a strategic weapon hanging in the sky,” Lavana said. “While avoiding war is certainly impossible, at least we can prevent a major war like the one that happened decades ago from happening again.”

Louise poured Lavana a cup of coffee, then poured one for herself, crossed her legs, hooked the toes of her stockinged feet on her slippers, and said, "It does have some feasibility, but unfortunately, the top superhumans these days have little interest in worldly matters."

“But if you’re interested enough, it can turn back into what it was hundreds of years ago,” Liz said.

Hundreds of years ago, the era of unprecedented darkness and chaos was when all nations were completely controlled by high-ranking superhumans.

“If Oran had been as strong as Ronan back then, he might have been able to unify the Western Continent,” Louise said, digressing again. After all, idols are always worth praising.

“That might not be a good thing,” Lavana said.

Whether she was a child in the Kazakh Khanate or an adult living in Rus', Seris was a country she had heard of, but it wasn't until she went there in person that she discovered some problems in Seris that she couldn't understand at all.

In Ronan's words, many of these are the costs that unification requires.

Just then, the wall clock in the room suddenly chimed. Liz turned around and thought, "Damn it, it's study time again."

Starting yesterday, they got up at six in the morning, and half an hour later, they attended a training and theory class led by Sigrid, which lasted until noon. From two to six in the afternoon, it was self-study time, and now it's two o'clock.

"Damn it." Louise frantically ruffled her pale blonde hair with both hands, extremely annoyed.

But there's no way around it, I have to learn it.

For Lavana, only through learning and improvement can she better serve Ronan. For Louise, only through learning and improvement can she avoid becoming a burden and stay by her idol and lover's side for a long time. As for Liz, she is even more pure; she simply wants to become stronger and gain greater freedom.

Besides their own thoughts, there was another reason: Sigrid, this seemingly quiet and elegant woman, was actually a complete devilish coach. They felt that they had been beaten more in these few days than in the past combined, and that they probably wouldn't be beaten this many times in the rest of their lives.

The next day, early in the morning.

Instead of starting training immediately, Sigrid took the three of them to a secluded and deserted place in the suburbs.

“It’s been quite a few days, it’s time to test your results,” Sigrid said. “Come, combine your powers, let me feel your strength.”

"Teacher, are you sure?" Louise's eyes were filled with undisguised joy. After being beaten for so many days, she finally had a chance to fight back.

After they merged, they possessed a level exceeding that of a typical seventh-tier individual, while Sigrid was merely a sixth-tier individual. Indeed, the term "merely" was quite apt when describing their combined power.

Liz and Ravana were equally puzzled.

“I’m certainly no match for a true seventh-tier opponent, but I’m more than enough for you,” Sigrid said.

“Let’s go then,” Louise said excitedly, clenching her fists.

Liz and Lavana were equally excited, after all, they also wanted to beat each other up to vent their anger. However, along with their excitement, there was also a hint of worry: had their temporary private tutor already found their fatal flaw that had not yet been discovered?