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Lu Jianling waved his hand behind him, but missed Ronan. He snorted in dissatisfaction, "Hmph, just a natural reaction."

A short while later, the two returned to the room. Lu Jianling lay on her back with her legs wide open, and Ronan straddled her, nursing her breasts while thrusting into her. Lu Jianling closed her eyes, her hands tracing the contours of Ronan's back muscles, feeling the strength within them.

Unbeknownst to her, her long, fleshy legs lifted up and crossed around Ronan's waist, and she couldn't help but press Ronan inward, as if she wanted him to merge into her softened body.

To Madam Zhao, who was already awake, Lu Jianling's magnificent breasts brimming with reproductive power, her strong waist, her oversized buttocks, her incredibly thick thighs, and her exceptionally long calves, as she tightly embraced Ronan, resembled a scene from nature where a female, naturally much larger than the male, was preparing to devour the male in her arms during mating.

Held tightly by Lu Jianling, Ronan could only thrust in and out with small, high-frequency movements.

Soon, Lu Jianling's cervix opened and bit Ronan's glans, while she also hugged Ronan even tighter.

Ronan remained motionless, but his penis head was still stuck, receiving continuous oral sex.

Both of them were under immense stimulation. After a short while, Lu Jianyu let out a high-pitched scream, "Ah!" and a stream of yin essence spurted out. Almost simultaneously, Ronan ejaculated for the third time that night, and then lay down on Lu Jianyu's fleshy bed.

After a long while, the two opened their eyes, looked at each other, and smiled.

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Chapter 1205 The Nation of Counterfeits: Flexible Nationality and Sudden Massacre

Two days later, Ronan returned to Constantinople.

During the two days he was away, there was still nothing unusual.

Ronan spent a week with three women and a child, trying almost all the local delicacies and visiting all the famous historical sites. Of course, for women, the most important activity was shopping.

Although Constantinople, an ancient city connecting two continents, gradually lost its function as a transit point for trade between East and West since the rise of maritime trade, and although Suleiman's international status has been declining since the end of World War II, this former capital of the old empire and Suleiman's current capital is still one of the few large cities in the world with a population of over one million.

Its industry and commerce remain very prosperous.

Naturally, you can buy goods from many different countries on the commercial street here, as well as local specialties.

However, the so-called foreign goods were likely made by Suleiman, since there were factories all around Constantinople that specialized in imitating goods from other countries, especially Seres products, from porcelain and textiles to vehicles and weapons, all kinds of knock-offs.

The reason is that Seris and Suleiman were allies during the World War decades ago, and remained so after the war.

More than half of the Seres goods from the Ross Empire were counterfeit products manufactured by Suleiman.

Suleiman's so-called local handicrafts are likely made in a neighboring country. There's no other way; the prices of domestic cattle and horses have gone up, so he has to use cheaper foreign cattle and horses.

After leaving Constantinople, Ronan and his party continued westward.

"It's a good thing you didn't buy too much, otherwise we probably would have had to buy a carriage."

At this moment, Ronan, who was riding on horseback, spoke.

Fortunately, the horses were all genetically modified; otherwise, carrying both a person and luggage, the horses would have to stop and rest after only a few steps.

Louise rode alongside Ronan, saying, "Anyway, I'm not going to buy it. I'm not some country bumpkin from Wieland who's never seen the world, nor am I some brat who finds everything new and exciting."

Liz sneered, "Ha, I wonder who's the most enthusiastic about shopping every day."

“Nobles sometimes seek pleasure in ordinary markets, you know?” Louise said, raising her head.

Liz raised her head even higher, looking down at people with her chin. "First, there are no real nobles left in France. Second, you dark-skinned fellow, a noble? You're more like a slave."

“A shepherd boy is just uncultured.” After saying that, Louise turned her face away, indicating that she didn’t want to say any more.

Liz showed no sign of stopping, retorting, "Getting impatient? Starting with personal attacks?"

Yang Nian raised his right arm and declared, "I declare Liz the victor of this round." At that moment, Lavana, the best rider, returned to the group from a distance and reported to Ronan, "We've found the village; it's not far from here." After saying that, she turned her horse around and led the way.

“This village ahead should be the last village before we cross the border, right?” Ronan asked.

"Probably," Lavana replied somewhat uncertainly.

This place is nothing like a big city like Constantinople, where many people speak both Chinese and French. In the countryside here, the villagers all speak Suleiman, which is a dialect. Only Ronan can barely communicate with the locals.

Therefore, Lavana couldn't be sure either; looking at the map alone, it certainly was.

The group arrived at the village and replenished their supplies. In reality, the supplies consisted of feeding the horses, as they couldn't just eat grass; they also needed to eat beans.

After resting for one night, Ronan and his group arrived at the border checkpoint the next day.

In fact, such checkpoints were not common in this era. The reason why there was such a checkpoint every now and then on the border was because Suleiman and neighboring Bulgaria had long-term military friction, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were still at war.

There are too many historical entanglements involved. Over the past few centuries, Suleiman and the Empire of Will have repeatedly clashed in the Balkans, and too many stories have unfolded to be recounted.

More recently, after the collapse of the Empire of Will, Suleiman once ruled the whole of Bulgaria and gained a foothold in the Balkans. However, during the World War, Suleiman formed an alliance with Seris. Although Seris did not ultimately lose, it did not win either.

After the war, Bulgaria regained its independence with French intervention.

The guards were clueless; they wouldn't take the money and insisted on questioning Ronan and his group.

Left with no other choice, Ronan and his group produced their Seresian identification, leaving the border guards dumbfounded.

No matter how you look at it, the group doesn't seem to be Seres people.

Ronan looks like a Vena, Louise looks like a Ragnarok except for her white hair, Liz has red hair and doesn't resemble a Seres at all, and Lavana has flaxen hair and doesn't resemble one of them either. Only Yang Nian should be a Seres.

“Damn it, I’m from China,” Ronan said in a dialect he couldn’t place.

"Fuck your mother!" Louise chimed in, her Chinese style learned from Cantonese speakers.

Yang Nian found it interesting and followed along, saying, "Damn it, we're real Chinese men."

Liz was embarrassed because she didn't speak Chinese.

Lavana had previously followed Lu Jianling and learned a few things from Guo Hanlu, but only a few phrases; she didn't know how to swear.

Then, the officer in charge arrived. He was the only one with any education. After exchanging a few words with Ronan, he let him pass without taking any money. This proved that Seris's identity was more useful than money in Suleiman's eyes, provided, of course, that one was a superhuman like Ronan.

After leaving the border checkpoint, Ronan and his party entered Bulgaria.

It was a similar process, except this time Ronan and his group were French.

After passing through the checkpoint, Ronan and his group arrived at the village of Mercia in the southeastern border region of Bulgaria, where they planned to stay for the night before continuing their journey the next day.

This village, partially surrounded by mountains and forests and situated on a gently sloping hillside, possesses a magical blend of the ancient and the modern. The villagers live in dilapidated old-fashioned wooden houses, and although the area is quite open, the separation of humans and livestock has not been fully achieved, making it seem as if they live in the Middle Ages hundreds of years ago. However, they are also using the world's most advanced biotechnology achievements, such as large agricultural livestock with demonic bloodlines. Furthermore, they have even partnered to temporarily hire superhumans to help with agricultural production.

In the past century, the surge in the number of superhumans brought about by artificial talents and grafts has caused great social instability, the biggest event being the World War. On the other hand, it has also forced some superhumans to participate in production, including the lowest level of agricultural production, thus improving overall productivity.

As history and civilization surge forward, they may blossom with evil, but they may also sow seeds of goodness.

Night fell, just as Ronan and his companions were preparing to go to sleep.

First came the magical fluctuations, then the explosion, followed by gunshots, then screams and wails, and then flames.

Without any warning, a massacre struck this border village.

“This…” Ronan was very surprised.

In this world where humanoid strategic weapons are everywhere, there exists an ancient unspoken rule: deliberate massacres are not allowed.

Committing this offense is a serious crime.

Chapter 1206 Self-Directed and Self-Acted, War is the Main Theme, Further Studies

Several hundred years ago, extraordinary powers ushered in their first golden age.

At that time, in the West, the Church, composed of superhumans, and the lord class, also composed of superhumans, ruled various countries. In the East, in Seris, in addition to the nominal court, high-ranking superhumans also served as governors, ruling their own territories.

Both the East and the West entered an era of extreme madness and chaos.

Advanced superhumans would not risk their lives to fight against the leaders of hostile forces, but instead choose to slaughter the enemy's lower-ranking soldiers, citizens, farmers, and destroy farmland, irrigation systems, workshops, and mines.

The superhumans can survive without the support of the lower classes, but what's the point of living like that? Moreover, such a massacre is undoubtedly severing the future.

Ultimately, the high-ranking rulers tacitly withdrew from the ranks of direct rulers and chose to become privileged individuals with the power of arbitration.

At the same time, many unspoken rules have emerged that can be considered post-traumatic stress disorder.

One of the reasons is that they do not massacre ordinary people.

Any superhuman who massacres civilians is still considered a scourge on the entire superhuman community. Once their identity and crimes are confirmed, they become an enemy of the world. "War is coming."

Ronan couldn't help but sigh.

"Is Suleiman the man out of his mind?" Liz couldn't help but ask.

Louise smiled and said, "You call yourself a Welander, yet you have none of the basic manners of people from your country. I dare say this was all orchestrated by Bulgaria, who then pinned the blame on Suleiman and launched the war."

"Why start a war?" Lavana asked, puzzled.

“To reclaim lost territory, of course. The southern outlet to the sea is in Suleiman’s hands; it used to belong to Bulgaria,” Louise replied. In terms of understanding international affairs, she, who came from an upper-class French family, was much better than Liz and Lavana, who grew up in the countryside.

Ronan looked at Louise and said, "Louise, do you really think the so-called lost territory can be recovered? Even if it is recovered, can it make up for the losses? This is not hundreds of years ago. The progress of science and technology has not narrowed the gap between the superhuman and the ordinary, but has widened it further. A country that has not made any achievements in the superhuman field is not worthy of having ambitions."

"The question is, who gave Bulgaria this courage?"

“This…” Louise was speechless for a moment, not because she couldn’t think of an answer, but because she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Because the country that gave Bulgaria the courage—no, it should be said that it was very likely that forced Bulgaria to do so—was her homeland, France, a country that made her feel that everyone around her, regardless of wealth or social status, was kind, warm, and romantic.

Why start such a war?

Seeing Louise's puzzled expression, Ronan didn't continue explaining to her. Instead, he said, "Let's go. Don't stay here. Although the person who orchestrated this massacre poses no threat to us, running into them will inevitably cause trouble."

They abandoned the horses and everything else, grabbed their luggage, and crammed it all into the aircraft Ronan had quickly built. The group squeezed into the aircraft and sped away from the village.

Using such magic to take off and fly quickly, the magical fluctuations were naturally detected by the two high-ranking superhumans who were leading the massacre.

There was no panic on their faces.

Because at that speed, they can't catch up anyway, and even if they could, they might not be able to defeat him.

Moreover, they knew that Ronan and his group were French.

How did they know? Of course, they had spies in the village. These spies would then emerge as survivors to testify that everything was done by the Suleimans. Afterwards, they would become proud French citizens, naturally heading to the colonies. As for whether they would encounter any mishaps on the long sea voyage, nobody knew.

Ten thousand meters in the air, Ronan, while piloting the aircraft constructed from gliding shields, explained to Louise, "Suleiman is an ally of Seris. For France, suppressing Suleiman is equivalent to limiting Seris. If Suleiman were to invade Bulgaria and regain control of the Balkans, that would be even better. France wouldn't need to lift a finger; Osteria and Vinaya would have to act for their own security. If the war doesn't end, France would be even happier, because its previously disaffected allies would be drawn back together, except for Weyland." "Weyland has grown increasingly stronger over the years."

Both the Wieland of this world and the Great Britain of Ronan's original timeline possess excellent natural environments, making them ideal for developing agriculture and animal husbandry, as well as having the resources needed for industrial development.

Island nations cannot be treated the same way.

“That’s normal. We Weylanders are hardworking and resilient.” Liz’s face showed an undisguised pride.

Louise covered her mouth and laughed, "Hilarious! A bunch of pirates who only know how to rob and slave owners who abuse natives, hardworking and resilient?"

"The French are all good people, so how did your ancestors come to France?" Liz started bringing up Louise's lineage again.

"No manners," Louise repeated.

Lavana remained silent, while Louise and Liz could only keep quiet when Ronan was fucking them so hard they were almost unable to move.

Ronan had no intention of interfering in Louise and Liz's bickering. Although the two often argued and sometimes even fought, they never really took it to heart. They would let it go after a fight, and it didn't affect their friendship at all.

Ronan flew very slowly, so slowly that they all fell asleep.

The next morning, Ronan arrived in Austeria, Austria in Ronan's original timeline, a territory once directly under the Emperor of the Will Empire.

Today, Austeria is no longer the influential nation it once was on the western continent; it can only be considered a second-rate power, completely incomparable to the rising power of France and the maritime might of Weyland.

Worse still, the royal family, eager to revitalize the country and restore the glory of the empire, has encountered an adversary. Since the end of the great war decades ago, a force in northern Germany has been quietly rising and expanding outwards.

"We've only had a few decades of peace, and now things are in chaos again," Louise couldn't help but sigh.

Liz didn't argue then; she felt the same way.

Only Ronan couldn't help but shake his head.

Louise and Liz were only teenagers, born in a peaceful era following the end of the Great War. For them, peace seemed to be a given. But in Ronan's time, at the turn of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, war was the dominant theme, and there was hardly a year without conflict across the entire Western Continent.

"You don't need to care about these things. Any organization that isn't built on violence is either an appendage or a castle in the air. And so-called rules are nothing more than contracts between organizations. Right now, all you need to care about is getting stronger."

Ronan said to the two of them.

"Shouldn't we find a spacious place where there are no people to cultivate?" Louise asked.

“Neither I nor anyone else are artificial superhumans, so we need to find a place that is good at training artificial superhumans. There is a university here,” Ronan said.

Emperor Antoro, who was defeated by Ambrina's army, did not only leave the country with defeat. The emperor once organized people to conduct in-depth research on artificial talents. Although they did not achieve any significant results in the end, they accumulated some knowledge, and more importantly, they cultivated a team. This team was the prototype of the university that Ronan mentioned.

Chapter 1207 Old Friends Meet, Frenzied Accusations, Suspect Identified

The university Ronan is now attending is called Imperial University, even though there was no emperor when it was founded.

After the collapse of the German Empire, Austeria became a grand duchy in a retrogressive way. This wasn't because it was originally a duchy, but because the royal family still dreamed of restoring the empire. They figured that if they formed a federation and held an election, the grand duke would naturally become emperor. Besides, becoming emperor wasn't for personal gain, but to unite the people of the German region again, fight against the evil country of France, and reclaim the Rhineland that had been lost for a hundred years.

What's infuriating is that he wasn't the only one in the German region who thought this way; Prussia, which was quietly rising in power after the war, also thought the same.

However, none of this has anything to do with Ronan.

Ronan successfully gained admission to Imperial University by using Seris's fake academic credentials and professional titles, along with his French citizenship.

Then, he found an old acquaintance—Noah.