Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The situation has reached a point of life or death.

Astrid made no attempt to dissuade him, saying, "Then you should keep Yang Nian with you; she'll be a convenient starting point."

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“Lily, you’re like a director now, arranging characters to appear at will, even my dad is a character in your script.” Ronan seemed to be joking, but he also seemed to be serious.

Astrid knew that Ronan's subtext was implying that she had planned this all along, but she was no longer the same person who would explode when someone exposed her as a teenager. She had long since become accustomed to facing everything with a smile. "Unfortunately, the actors are too big stars. They add scenes and even change the script. The director has no ability to control the direction of the ending."

Ronan sighed, "I used to feel indebted to Lucien, Ina, Garcia, Louis, and you, Lily, so I invested more in the children later on, but I never expected that I would wake up one day to find myself in this situation."

Astrid patted Ronan on the shoulder. "I think that if you strive wholeheartedly to surpass your father and achieve your ideals, even if you end up dying, you will never regret it. As a father, you should be proud."

Ronan could only respond with a smile, and he could only admit that Astrid was right.

"And what about your goal, Lily?" Ronan asked.

“It hasn’t changed from the beginning: to uncover the true nature of this world,” Astrid replied, “and then turn a new page.”

Chapter 1200 Three people, three pairs of black stockings, first time oral sex, fucking can shut people up.

A few days later, in Tehran, on the eve of their departure.

Lavana, Louise, and Liz are together for the first time.

Ronan sat on a low, Persian-style sofa without legs. Lavana was only wearing a push-up bra, which made her already ample breasts appear even fuller and firmer. She wore thick, slightly glossy black pantyhose with an open crotch, exposing a large patch of thick, dark brown pubic hair.

She lay in Ronan's arms, one leg bent, using the back of her knee to hold and stroke Ronan's semi-erect penis.

Lavana already had thick, fleshy legs, and the stockings were as soft and comfortable as velvet. With many practice sessions, she could now keep the muscles on the back of her thighs and calves relaxed in this bent-leg position. The combination of these three elements created a tight yet soft, silky and fleshy "leg acupoint" that felt very comfortable.

Compared to vaginal penetration, being played with in a leg orifice like this has a unique flavor.

"May I?" Lavana asked, like a large, pampered dog wanting to be praised.

Ronan reached down and touched her cleavage from her cheek. "You're great, Lavana."

Praised as if deeply penetrated, Lavana blushed and let out a groan, then worked even harder with her "leg hole".

Ronan's penis gradually swelled and hardened. Lavana got off Ronan, knelt on the carpet in front of the sofa, buried her head between Ronan's legs, held his penis in one hand, and stuck out her tongue, licking from the scrotum to the base, and then all the way up to the glans and urethral opening. Then she opened her mouth, took the glans in, and began to swallow and suck.

At this moment, Louise, standing to the side, witnessed the entire oral sex act performed by Lavana.

Liz stood behind Ravana, only able to see Ravana's head bobbing up and down, her large, muscular buttocks swaying slightly with each movement. Soon, Ronan's penis was completely erect and hard.

Ravana looked up and stood up at the sound, her eyes filled with reluctance as she looked at the erect penis pointing to the sky. However, she knew that she had already completed the demonstration of mild oral sex, and it was Louise and Liz's turn next.

Lavana stepped aside.

Louise, wearing shiny black stockings, immediately took over. Her movements were clumsy, but she was very engaged, even greedy. She wanted to try intense movements, even deep throat, on her first time performing oral sex. As a result, her mouth was full of saliva after only a few strokes, and she had to spit out the penis, coughing and gagging.

Ronan smiled and said, "Slow down, don't rush."

"snort.

Louise looked unconvinced and bent down again. Although she was unconvinced, she was not as intense as before, but she was still very serious and focused. When she licked, it was as if she wanted to lick the penis until it melted, and she kept making saliva sounds. When she sucked, it was as if she wanted to suck out all the semen, and her cheeks were sunken in.

After a while, Ronan gently patted Louise, signaling her to give up her seat to Liz. She looked reluctant, swallowed several times quickly, and then looked up and stepped aside.

Liz hesitated for a few seconds before coming up. She was also wearing black stockings tonight, but they were thigh-high stockings, matte thick black stockings. There was a noticeable bit of flesh being squeezed into her plump thighs, and the black stockings were stretched to the point of being slightly sheer.

Compared to Louise, Liz's actions were like carefully tasting unfamiliar food. She held the hard, hot, and thick penis, which had become wet and long after continuous oral sex, with only the glans exposed. She opened her mouth slightly, first gently touching it with her tongue. Not feeling any obviously bad taste, she then opened her mouth to try to take it in and began to swallow and spit it out in small movements.

She didn't feel any pleasure, but for some reason, a surge of desire began to rise within her, and her breathing became rapid.

She didn't understand why she would experience strange pleasure from pleasing a man with her mouth.

Gradually, Liz stopped holding the penis with both hands and instead placed her hands on either side, slightly increasing the range of motion of her thrusting.

Ronan remained silent, quietly observing Liz's changing expression as she went from hesitation to shyness, and then to gradual acceptance.

Just then, Louise suddenly pushed Liz's head down from behind.

Suddenly, Liz almost did a deep throat. She braced herself on the sofa and jerked her head up, coughing and gagging. Then she glared at Louise with a murderous look on her face.

Ravana quickly came over and pulled Liz away.

Liz glared at Louise. "Hmph, I can't be bothered arguing with a black slave like you."

“You…” Louise was so angry she choked, but she knew she had gone too far with her prank and didn’t know what to say.

Ronan didn't offer any opinion, but took turns carrying the three of them to the bed, then positioned them in a prone, bent-over position.

Lavana is in the middle, with Louise and Liz on either side.

The best way to shut a woman up and make her forget about that thing is to fuck her, until all she can think about is lust.

Ronan thrust his hips into Lavana's vagina, which hadn't been penetrated in a long time. She was already wet, and as soon as he entered, Lavana let out a comfortable moan. Before Ronan could even thrust in and out, she started moving on her own. Her biceps twitched through her black stockings, which in turn stimulated her pelvic floor muscles, causing her entire vagina to contract and expand, squeezing and gripping Ronan's penis.

This penis had long since become the switch that triggered her body to enter a state of lust.

On the other side, Ronan's fingers began to tease Louise and Liz's labia.

The two of them had just lost their virginity a few days ago and hadn't been fully developed yet, so some foreplay was necessary.

Lavana had already entered a comfortable rhythm, moaning incessantly under Ronan's thrusts. Louise and Liz, on the other hand, had just become wet, making it easier for Ronan to insert his fingers and gently probe.

After a while, Ronan pulled out his penis and inserted it into Louise, who was already quite wet.

Lavana, who had just been freed from the penis, couldn't wait to turn around, grab Ronan's left hand, clench her fingers, and stuff them into her own urine. Now that the big penis was gone, she wanted her left hand, which could vibrate and absorb.

At this moment, Liz was feeling the strain from Ronan's increasingly rapid right hand movements, so she buried her head, gritted her teeth, and ostrich-like.

Louise, who was being relentlessly penetrated from behind by Ronan, braced herself on the bed with both hands.

Compared to the night of their first time, Ronan used much more force. Louise was like a small boat being tossed about by a stormy sea, rocking forward constantly. Her black-stockinged calves were taut, and she tried to steady herself by pushing her feet against the bed. The thicker toes of her black stockings were almost piercing through the tops of her socks. "Ah, oh, ah~~" she moaned intensely, and her pair of perky breasts, which were bound by her bra, trembled incessantly.

After a while, when Ronan pulled out his penis, Louise collapsed as if a string had snapped, like a half-melted chocolate spilled on the sheets.

On the other side, Liz, who had finally gotten used to it, was suddenly grabbed by Ronan, who thrust his huge penis into her forcefully. Liz immediately grabbed the sheets with both hands, trying to crawl forward to get rid of the deep penis, but unfortunately Ronan held her down and she couldn't get away at all.

She kept kicking her legs back and forth, her heels, encased in long black stockings, repeatedly striking Ronan's thighs. "No, no... ah!" Begging for mercy was useless; instead, it only provoked Ronan to grab her thighs with both hands and thrust into her even more violently.

Chapter 1201 A New Form, Not a Child, Really?

In early March, the adjustments and enhancements to Lavana, Louise, and Liz were completely completed.

The three of them looked quite different after they combined.

Overall, it still retains the form of a Pegasus Knight.

Part of the horse formed from Lavana is covered by a layer of dark gold full-body armor, only revealing its eyes, mouth, hooves, and tail. The horse's mouth opens to extend a cannon barrel about the length of an arm, which fires a magic cannon with strong armor-piercing capabilities against the protective membranes of superhumans without recoil.

The wings have a silver metallic texture, and the wing bones are like two giant folding knives. In normal form, they can assist in flight, and the feathers can still spread out. Skills can be gathered into a floating shield, and can also fly quickly like throwing knives.

In addition, there is an unseen device that can further increase the speed.

Liz is still part of the knight faction, but her hands are gone. Her left forearm and palm have been replaced by a machine gun-like structure that can fire anti-magic bullets rapidly and continuously. Her right forearm and palm are now a moonblade axe, a powerful slashing weapon.

She was still covered in full-body armor, which was Louise's armor.

Unlike before, the helmet has undergone a huge change, with a golden eagle standing on top. In fact, this golden eagle on the helmet is Louise in her combined state. She no longer exists simply as a calculation assistant, but can use it to release elemental magic of the four elements: earth, fire, water, and wind.

At the same time, the patterns on the knight's armor are also part of Louise, representing the three magical artifacts transplanted from her new outfit. Specifically, they are three passive abilities: First, once an abnormal status is applied, including rule-based spells, the longer it lasts, the higher the resistance becomes; second, once an attack is successful, it absorbs the opponent's magic power and life force, and the more damage is dealt, the faster it absorbs; third, the more damage she takes, the faster her magic power and life force recover.

Simply put, it's about prevention and control, endurance, and ferocity.

It sounds impressive, but in actual combat, it's only at the seventh-tier level.

Of course, only Ronan could say something like "only at the seventh rank".

In mid-March, as planned, Ronan, along with Lavana, Louise, and Liz, plus Yang Nian, now a young demon spirit in his forties, left Tehran and began their journey westward. The others had other missions.

The group consisted of five people and five camels. Ronan and Yang Nian rode one camel together, while the other three each rode one camel, and a third camel was used to carry extra luggage.

The group was currently in the desert region. A little south lay the birthplace of the Mesopotamian civilization. This area originally belonged to Suleiman and was now part of the Persian Republic.

In March, the daytime temperature here is in the twenties, but it gets very hot when the sun is out.

During the day, Ronan and his group mostly wore thin gauze robes and headscarves. At night, it was very cold here, with a temperature of around ten degrees Celsius, but it felt much colder. They needed to wear a thick fur robe to keep warm.

After crossing the border and heading west, Ronan and his party entered Suleiman's territory at the end of March, several days later.

After traveling for more than ten days, in mid-April, Ronan and his party arrived in Constantinople, the capital of Suleiman, an ancient city that connects two continents and is separated by a strait.

Upon arriving in Constantinople, the group, led by Ronan, headed straight for the baths.

At first, it was fine in the desert, but when we got to Suleiman, we were surprised to find that this place was a complete disaster.

The eastern part of Suleiman is mostly mountainous and hilly, but it is different from ordinary mountainous and hilly areas. First, the terrain is not undulating and the altitude is not high. Second, it is not short of water and the climate is not bad. So, although Suleiman is all mountainous and hilly, it can actually be farmed. However, in this kind of land without large plains, there are almost no decent towns. Instead, there are scattered rural areas.

No wonder religious influence has endured for so long.

With this kind of situation, can't we only rely on one village and one poem?

But without big cities, there's nowhere to enjoy life, and they also have to cultivate. At first, Louise and the others found it novel, but it soon became boring. Now that they've finally arrived in a metropolis, they must enjoy themselves properly, starting with taking a bath.

"I want to shower with Uncle Ronan," Yang Nian exclaimed.

Ronan immediately reached out and pinched Yang Nian's cheek hard, correcting her, "Not Uncle."

Yang Nian tilted her head, looking at Luo Nan with an innocent and understanding expression, and asked, "What else could my sister's father be but an uncle?"

Ronan took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and then suddenly opened them. "That's enough. Lily already told me that you're not a child. Don't think that just because you look a few years old, you're really a child. You're at least a teenager."

The demon spirit Yang Nian has been around for decades, but for the first ten years she remained in the state of a two or three-year-old child. It was only in the last twenty years that she began to grow slowly. Compared to normal people, her mental development is relatively slow, but for a demon spirit, it is incredibly fast. Moreover, she has also recovered some fragments of her memories.

She had some vague impressions of Astrid and Ronan.

"What? She's not a child!" Louise exclaimed in shock.

These past few days she's been playing the role of a good older sister, even using those disgusting reduplicated words with Yang Nian. But Yang Nian isn't a little kid. Doesn't this mean that these past few days she hasn't been teasing Yang Nian, but rather Yang Nian has been teasing her? She's become the clown.

Liz tried her best to suppress her laughter.

Yang Nian shrugged at Louise, glancing to the side as if to say, "I didn't mean to lie to you, it was you who..."

"You come here right now!" Louise shouted through gritted teeth, grabbing Yang Nian before she could escape. "You'll regret this." With that, Louise dragged Yang Nian aggressively toward the women's bath area.

Lavana, followed closely by Liz.

Ronan waved and walked towards the men's bath area on his own.

The bathing process consists of three steps. First, you wash yourself in a small room. Then, you soak in the large public bath. Just like in the old empire a thousand years ago, bathing is a social occasion. Finally, when you feel you've had enough, you go to another room and lie on a heated stone bed to enjoy a massage.

Ronan sat alone in a corner of the bathtub, head tilted back, eyes closed, enjoying the moment while pondering some questions.

It's important to know that Ronan's slow westward journey with his group wasn't just for tourism and spiritual practice; it was also for fishing.

Logically speaking, he should be on guard against the mysterious person who has cut off time travel.

He should also know how to cut off Ronan's ability to travel between places.

Lavana, Louise, and Liz are also necessary tools; he just needs to find a way to eliminate one of them.

The mysterious man has a bird-beaked robot, and he should also have helpers.

If Ronan is the mysterious figure, he could use all his power to forcibly kill the three, severing the possibility of time travel again and bringing Dinya and the others back.

Ronan deliberately gave him opportunities but didn't act, which was one thing, but for almost a month, not a single person even approached to conduct reconnaissance. It's impossible that the mysterious man didn't know Ronan could reopen the spacetime portal, right?

"No way."

Chapter 1202 Unlike My Son, I Envy His Carefree Spirit, I Envy His Blind Obedience and Faith

After visiting the Celestial Realm, Ronan believed that the mysterious man was either Guts or Ahriman, or either of them.

Although, according to historical records, both of them were already dead.

But Ronan didn't believe it.

But now, Ronan's idea is beginning to waver.

Because, upon careful reflection of the mysterious man's previous actions with the bird-beaked monster and his own inaction, it all seemed somewhat unlike their usual styles. Guts, whose name and appearance were vastly different, appearing as a beautiful young man untouched by worldly concerns, was gentle and sensitive, but he was also someone who, once he acted, would go all in.

If he were the mysterious figure, he should have seized the opportunity when Ronan and his group were "alone" to strike ruthlessly and ensure success in one fell swoop.

Ronan and Canaan's son, Ahriman, appears to be an easygoing and helpful good-natured person, but beneath this facade lies an extreme arrogance about his own abilities. Ahriman has the right to be arrogant; while he may not be the strongest in every field among superhumans, he possesses exceptional skill in almost every area.

If he were the Mysterious Man, he should be here by now to have a proper chat with Ronan. If that doesn't work, he should just calmly declare war.

"This is really unlike their usual behavior."

"If it weren't them, who else could have such ability?"

"So, it was a hundred years that changed them?"