Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Noah was not at all surprised to see Ronan.

"To be honest, I still don't understand why you would betray France." Ronan's first words to them were not a greeting, but a question with a mocking tone.

Noah's appearance has changed drastically, so there's no need for much description. In short, he has transformed from a man into a woman. Now a woman, Noah answered Ronan somewhat languidly, "The French Republic has been established, so shouldn't they purge the feudal remnants? They didn't purge the most outstanding people, but I'm practically a living fossil of French feudal degenerates, and since I'm not strong enough, I naturally became the best example. Should I not run away and wait to be killed?"

Ronan scoffed, "You have plenty of bargaining chips to use; it's too easy for you to avoid being liquidated."

After turning off the equipment, Noah turned to face Ronan. "To be honest, I can't stand those people. They keep saying that as a national institution, research also needs..."

"To bring this into the realm of democracy, does a research topic really need to be decided by researchers at lower levels? Isn't that ridiculous?"

In Ronan's memory, Noah never swore, but he—no, she—swore now.

"What bullshit democracy and republic? It's nothing but trying to nationalize, or more accurately, to state-owned, a lot of things," Noah complained incessantly. "Now France is controlled by a bunch of conspirators, madmen, and idiots."

"It is said that a factory has implemented public ownership, with 95% of the shares belonging to all the workers and 5% to the management. The management is basically composed of artificial superhumans. These artificial superhumans originally had no money or power. They thought that with the support of some enlightened people, they had gained a voice and become representatives of the people. In fact, they were just helping fools because they abandoned the union system."

"What's ridiculous is that those workers, who are just ordinary people, cheered and celebrated, thinking that they could decide the affairs of the country. They couldn't wait to point fingers at some professional matters that they didn't understand at all, just like my bunch of idiot researchers."

"Can you imagine that a highly specialized project would allow people who know absolutely nothing about it to vote on whether or not to proceed?"

Once Noah started talking, he couldn't stop.

He was extremely biased, sweeping generalizations and accusing France of not really caring about public ownership, but rather of being unable to accept non-professionals making decisions about projects.

Of course, this was not out of arrogance or selfishness.

Ronan listened to him accuse France for a full two hours.

"...It's absurd that I, who once supported the execution of that foolish king, now miss the days when there were still kings. Indeed, dealing with one fool is easier than dealing with a group of fools."

Finally, Noah stopped.

"May I explain why I'm here?" Ronan asked.

“You can always say that,” Noah replied.

“Heh.” Ronan chuckled, then explained his purpose, “I have a few people with me, they…” Ronan explained the situation of Lavana and the others.

To put it bluntly, his raw strength has increased too much in an instant, but his ability to apply his supernatural power is not yet up to par with the transplanted magical artifacts. Forget about performing at an exceptional level, he can't even unleash his full potential.

Although Ronan didn't expect them to fight, their inability to unleash their full potential meant they couldn't yet reliably become the force driving time travel.

Lavana and the others are already at the fifth level of artificial beings, which has exceeded the upper limit of artificial superhumans. To guide them is to step into a completely new field.

Of all the people Ronan knew and could trust, only Noah could guide them.

“You could become an excellent scholar if you didn’t waste your nights on women,” Noah said.

"Can I become like you?" Ronan countered.

“Unfortunately, even if you went back in time and abstained from sex from the beginning, you still couldn’t reach my level,” Noah said.

Ronan couldn't help but laugh. "I remember you were a very humble person more than a hundred years ago, someone who didn't like to talk nonsense."

At this point, Noah, who had calmed down, couldn't help but exclaim, "If you were tormented repeatedly by a bunch of idiots, you would end up like me, only able to deal with them with arrogance, and then become even more disliked, and then only become more arrogant."

"Anyway, thank you for your help," Ronan said.

“It’s nothing. Without you back then, I wouldn’t be where I am today.” Noah said, his tone suddenly becoming serious. “Let me add something. I don’t know what you’re planning to do, but I’m telling you, don’t go to France. The deaths of your two sons were not an accident.”

Ronan showed no emotion, simply saying, "I don't understand the feeling of abstinence, and you don't understand the feeling of being a parent."

“Okay, that’s settled.” Noah didn’t try to persuade him any further. “Bring them to me tomorrow, and I’ll get them international student status. That will make things easier for them.”

"Then I'll take my leave." With that, Ronan disappeared.

A few days later, Lavana, Louise, Liz, and Yang Nian moved into a rented house.

Ronan, on the other hand, flew to France to pick up Ambrina, the other two, and Isabelle, and took them to Seres.

In any case, France is not a safe place, while Seres is much safer.

On the way, they told Ronan about what they had found out over the past year.

After Isabelle and the others awoke, they had already lived in France for many years, had legal status, and had connections.

Later, Ambrina and her group took over some things and began their investigation. Then, Isabel and her group obtained some of Luo Chenghao's belongings from Ronan, and quickly tracked down an ocean trading company. They then discovered an organization that was parasitic on G&A Company. It was now practically certain that the mysterious figure was a high-ranking member of G&A Company.

There are currently two suspects: Old Frank, who sits in a wheelchair and has talked about dying for many years but hasn't died yet, and Old Frank, who claims to be retired but has never truly retired; and Amandina, a veteran shareholder and top enforcer of the company, a rare female seventh-tier mage, the new generation's number one female mage on the continent, who also has another identity: Guts' fiancée.

Chapter 1208 They're all relatives, investigation results, and a little punishment with white silk stockings.

The reality is truly disheartening.

The two suspects in the mystery are Ronan's grandson and Ronan's prospective daughter-in-law.

Furthermore, Ambrina and Isabel also discovered some information about the experiment that led to the deaths of Gus and Ahriman.

Although the experiment took place decades ago, many of the participants were extraordinary individuals, who are known for their longevity and ability to maintain good health and vitality.

With people still alive, it was naturally not difficult for Ambrina and Isabel to find out some things.

There are two people who haven't been investigated, and there's no way to investigate them.

One of these two was the deceased Garcia, and the other was the still-living Armandina. Garcia wasn't deeply involved; he was near death at the time and only provided some support. Besides, he had been dead for so many years that it was impossible to find anything from him. Armandina, on the other hand, was a direct participant. Unfortunately, she was exceptionally powerful, and Guts taught her everything he could, leaving no stone unturned. Even Ashley couldn't get close to her without being detected.

In conclusion, based on information provided by the participants at the time, whether voluntarily or passively, or even stolen, it is clear that what happened back then was indeed an accident.

However, there is one very strange thing.

One group believed that the purpose of the experiment was to "ascend to godhood," that is, to break through the seventh level limit through technology. Another group believed that the purpose of the experiment was to "establish a spacetime channel," to create a stable channel to another spacetime.

The strange thing is that the same experiment has two seemingly unrelated experimental objectives.

A year ago, Ronan would have been completely baffled, but now he has some guesses, and so do others.

Once you reach the seventh rank, you can reliably enter another spacetime. Researching methods to travel to another spacetime can also help you achieve a rank above the seventh.

The two complement each other and are mutually reinforcing, which is why some people who participated in the experiment had two seemingly unrelated perceptions.

"Thank you for your hard work," Ronan said to Ambrina and Isabel.

“It’s been a year, Ronan,” Ambrina reminded Ronan.

"Hehe." Zhao Yingqi chuckled.

Alice remained silent.

Ronan pinched Ambrina's still sweet and delicate face, "Don't worry, I've been saving up these past few days. When we get to Seris, I'll treat the three of you to a good meal first, then we'll rest for a couple of days and have a big silver party."

As he spoke, Ronan looked at Isabel and the other two, implying that they were also in the right direction and that he would definitely fulfill their wishes in a few days.

“I’m really fed up with you guys.” Isabel shook her head. “After all these years, you’re still full of lust.”

"If you don't want it, then get out." Ambrina's attitude towards her sister Isabelle has remained unchanged for centuries.

Isabel scoffed, "Hmph, why shouldn't I take what's mine?"

Ambrina gave Isabel a disdainful look. "If you want to shout, then you can just wait obediently in the back."

Isabel fell silent.

At noon, Ronan and his party arrived in Chang'an.

When they got home, it was past lunchtime, so Guo Hanlu asked the cook to make some noodles.

Soon, oil-splashed noodles were served one after another. Chili peppers have been in Seris for two hundred years and have gradually developed into a local variety. When Ronan ruled most of Seris, he always put agriculture first. Nowadays, oil, which was once something that even wealthy families had to use sparingly and that ordinary people could only afford to use during festivals, is no longer a rarity.

Thus, the dish of spicy oil-splashed belt noodles was born.

Isabelle and her two companions are typical French people with a "cat's tongue"—they don't eat spicy or hot food, and even if the chili oil isn't very spicy, they still add a splash of vinegar. Ambrina and her friends don't have this problem.

Ambrina, in particular, added extra chili peppers. She, who always had a good appetite, ate with her mouth full of oil. But halfway through, she suddenly stopped eating, looked at Ronan, and said, "Ronan, you slept with women without my permission. Shouldn't you be given a little punishment?"

“Absolutely.” Ronan agreed immediately without any explanation.

Ambrina laughed, then deliberately put on a stern face, "Take off your pants and stand still."

Ronan took off his pants, revealing his long, fat penis.

Ambrina left her seat, squatted down, opened her mouth full of chili oil, picked up Ronan's fat worm, and put it in her mouth.

"Ouch, hiss!" Ronan couldn't help but cry out as a burning pain shot from his groin straight to his head.

Who the hell said that Shaanxi's chili oil is just fragrant and not spicy? Stand up, you son of a bitch, and I'll give you a good whack in the head.

After giving Ronan a small punishment, Ambrina returned to her seat and continued eating her noodles.

Ronan's was still cooling down; it wasn't very spicy at the top, but the bottom was numbingly spicy.

After finishing their noodles, Ambrina and the other two quickly washed up. Although it was also early May, Chang'an in Seris was much hotter than the French capital. After sweating a bit, the three changed into a set of Hanfu shoes and socks for early summer and went to Ronan's bedroom.

As soon as she entered, Ambrina sat down in a chair, crossed her legs, and ordered Ronan, "Kneel down and crawl over here."

“Yes, Your Highness.” Ronan played along perfectly with Ambrina’s performance.

This is the kind of fun that belongs to this loving old married couple. Sometimes, Ambrina plays a proud queen who is wildly violated by a servant played by Ronan. Other times, Ambrina plays a wicked princess who punishes the servant played by Ronan.

Ambrina removed the shoe from the one foot that was sticking up, revealing her pink and white stockinged calf and foot. Her slightly fleshy calf, slightly thick ankle, and the thickened toe area of ​​the stocking stretched taut by her rounded toes looked just like a round, white ice cream cone. Her toes were facing Ronan, who was crawling towards her on his knees. Then she poured a cup of milk tea, which dripped onto her calf and flowed down to the instep and toes, quickly soaking the entire white stocking of her foot, making the originally semi-transparent white stocking completely transparent, revealing every detail of her toes.

Ambrina looked down at Ronan, "You stinky slave, suck it up properly. The milk tea will help cool you down."

Hearing this, Ronan crawled forward another step, opened his mouth, and took the white-stockinged toes into his mouth, beginning to suckle vigorously. As he sucked, Ambrina slumped to one side, and every now and then, Ronan would tilt his head to lick the milk tea that was about to drip onto the ground, just like when you're eating ice cream and immediately lick the melted bottom. After playing for a while, Ambrina seemed to have had her fill and looked at Zhao Yingqi and Alice, "Are you guys coming?"

"No." Alice had never really liked these kinds of erotic games.

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it,” Zhao Yingqi said with great interest.

While both consist of white silk and milk tea, Zhao Yingqi's taste is quite different.

After the little game was over, Ambrina stood up. "Lie down. From now on, don't move. You'll just provide a penis."

“Yes, my princess,” Ronan replied.

Ambrina stretched out her foot and stepped on the still-unerected, fleshy penis, then began to rub it back and forth. Her soft, fleshy white-stockinged soles felt really good.

Soon, Zhao Yingqi and Alice joined in, extending their white-stockinged legs.

Chapter 1209 Three pairs of white silk stockings, each different, and the conversation during the process.

The three of them are about the same height and leg length.

Relatively speaking, the more fleshy, loose-fitting legs, similar to those of a girl who doesn't exercise, are barely suitable for the sexy Ambrina wearing the most conservative matte pink and white pantyhose. Zhao Yingqi, with slightly more fleshy legs, leaning more towards the energetic legs of a teenage girl, wears a pair of calf stockings with a subtle sheen, the edges and toes opaque. Alice, with the most slender legs and a Lolita-like appearance, wears the most sexy, glossy, ultra-thin white one-piece suspender stockings.

Ambrina rubbed the penis back and forth with the soles of her feet.

Zhao Yingqi rubbed his forefoot against the testicles, occasionally launching sneak attacks on the perineum and even the rear.

Alice, on the other hand, arched her instep, occasionally stroking the coronal sulcus and gently poking the horse's eye.

Ambrina began to feel the feedback force from the gradually erect penis, "Oh, it's getting hard."

"It got hard so quickly. It seems our Mr. Ronan wasn't lying; he really had been building up for many days," Zhao Yingqi added.

Alice spread her toes and squeezed Ronan's hard penis between them. "Heh, this guy is honest enough about things like this."

Ronan was about to open his mouth to reply when Ambrina stepped on his stomach, then stepped on his face and used her white-stockinged heel to block his mouth. "Ronan, you are now a meat stick man. Meat stick men can't talk. If you understand, blink."

Ronan blinked.

Ambrina gave a sweet smile, then turned around, sat down on Ronan's chest with her back to him, and stretched out her white-stockinged legs to start kneading his erect penis like dough.

Alice switched legs and used her toes, which were still more agile than other people's bare feet even though they were bound by white stockings, to play with the glans of the penis. She had already played with it until she produced clear pre-ejaculate.

He sat down, stretched out his legs, and stepped on the two large eggs as if he were stepping on a stress-relieving ball.

Soon, Ronan became fully erect, his penis incredibly hard and erect, the monstrous thing that the three women had been longing for appeared—over twenty centimeters long and over five centimeters in diameter at its thickest point.

Ambrina breathed heavily and swallowed repeatedly. "I can't hold back anymore." She took off her hair tie and threw it aside. She stood up and pulled open the crotch of her white pantyhose. She had already thrown her underwear aside when she changed clothes earlier.

The three of them had been in France for the past year, and Ronan hadn't visited much.

Before she fell into a deep sleep, she wouldn't miss it once or twice a month. After waking up, she didn't do much of it for many years, so she wouldn't miss it either. But these few times a year are the most irritating to her body and mind.

Alice and Zhao Yingqi moved aside.

Ambrina plopped down, already wet from playing with the penis with her feet, and easily swallowed it with her vagina. "Ugh," she let out a soft, pleasurable moan. After a moment of stillness, she used her waist and legs to move her soft, fluffy, cotton-candy-like white-stockinged vulva. Zhao Yingqi grabbed Ronan's left hand, and with his other hand, he pried open Ronan's smooth vulva with two fingers, eagerly inserting his four fingers into the vagina. He lay on his back, facing Ronan, his smooth, white thighs clamping his arms, his knees bent, his feet in white stockings on the ground, and then he thrust his hips forward and upward.

Vibration and suction are not enough; there also needs to be a thrusting sensation.

Alice sat on Ronan's face, her half-naked, half-stockinged thighs clamping Ronan's head, the double touch rubbing against Ronan's face, gently moving, enjoying the mild and itchy stimulation brought by Ronan's soft tongue.

The three were completely immersed in sexual pleasure, with no time to think or speak.

After a while, Ambrina suppressed her desire and got up, giving the penis to the next person.

Alice sat down, and the thick, hard penis slid in, making her stiffen for a moment, her head tilted back and her eyes rolled back, before she got used to it.