Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Then, Canaan remembered someone else.

Falek didn't know this person, but she did. She knew a woman named Yvette Orion who had been with Ronan and Dinia in the early days. She shared the same last name as Liz, and this woman's magic seemed to be a bow.

Just as Canaan was reminiscing, Liz, after demonstrating the power of the summoned spirit itself, began to demonstrate the power of the graft that the summoned spirit carried. "Ah, this..." Canaan, who was still lost in thought, was quickly pulled back to reality.

Falek was also stunned.

It wasn't that Liz's transplant was particularly remarkable, but rather that it was truly unexpected.

Its extraordinary ability to repair cracks, or more precisely, to generate fine threads to stitch them up.

"What kind of inspiration could come up with something like this for your summoning spirit armor?" Falek said. That's a high-EQ statement. A low-EQ statement would be that whoever gave Liz this summoning spirit armor is somewhat brain-dead.

There's no difference between equipping summoned spirits and equipping human beings with certain items; it's either about enhancing their strengths or making up for their weaknesses.

What's with you, an archer, carrying a "healer" skill?

Liz was a little embarrassed. To be honest, she didn't understand why she needed to have such a thing transplanted, but it was very powerful.

“Once the stitching is complete, it will not affect its original function at all, not only the physical body, but also the core of a broken magical machine,” Liz added.

Canaan was somewhat surprised. "Are you sure?"

The damage to the core of a magical machine and the damage to its non-core are not the same thing. If this can be achieved, it falls into the category of divine magic.

Falek's interest was piqued. "Let's give it a try."

Ten minutes later.

"I see," Falek muttered, his face showing an expression of having discovered something extraordinary.

Canaan, however, didn't quite understand. "What's going on, Fani?"

"The thread she used for sewing wasn't magical thread, nor was it like the magical thread that Faith used. It was a separate soul, and sewing flesh and objects together was merely a negligible side effect. This thing could establish connections between things with supernatural powers, which is why it could sew together core components. But even that's insignificant; theoretically, it could even link two superhumans."

"It is precisely this characteristic of its own that allows it to be transplanted into summoned spirits and to accept other magical artifacts, rather than using some technology to change the summoned spirits so that they can be implanted with magical artifacts."

Falek, through his unique magic, saw through its true nature.

Canaan understood. "Got it. And our Unit 1, Louise."

Like that support spirit, it is a special transplant.

The hybrid bloodline of Unit 1 and Lavana can eliminate the cost of lowering the upper limit of artificial superhumans. The auxiliary magic spirit can improve the computational limit of humans, and the "stitcher" on Liz's body is something that allows people to combine.

“Just as we expected,” Falek said.

“Yes,” Canaan replied.

Liz didn't understand. "What are you talking about?"

Falek looked at Liz, "Didn't Ronan tell you about your potential?"

Liz didn't react at first, but she quickly realized, "You mean, breaking the upper limit of the seventh rank?"

“That’s right, but unfortunately, even if you, Louise, and Lavana combine their powers at this stage, you still can’t break through the seventh-tier limit,” Falek said.

The mysterious person probably possesses something superior to Louise and Liz. If they also have the technology of Unit 1, they could truly surpass the seventh tier.

"Let's not talk about that now," Canaan said. "Come on, it's time for you to choose a transplant. I'll install another one on your summoned spirit, and then another one on your body, which will directly upgrade you to the fourth tier."

Meanwhile, on the other side, "Gundam" has transformed into a cube of approximately one cubic meter.

"It can actually be stored away?" Louise looked at the cube in front of her in surprise.

"but……"

Chapter 1180 Child, No Regrets, People Are Always Easily Discontented

“However, you’ll most likely be using something else next,” Ronan said.

Louise was stunned. Wasn't this what she needed? Then what was the point of her spending so much time looking at this?

Faith nodded. "That's not it. The mech you'll be using is smaller and more portable. This one is just for demonstration purposes."

What Louise will use later is more of a combat suit than a mecha.

It will be a miniature version of this large mech. In addition, it also references the technology of two other things. One is the combat suit that Ronan obtained in another dimension a long, long time ago. That thing became useless after Ronan reached the fourth rank and was almost never used again. The other is the armor of the demon spirit that Ronan merged with when he fought against another "Ronan".

This thing is undoubtedly the culmination of the three technical team members' efforts, but unfortunately, no one could use it in the past.

Louise, she has that possibility.

The rest was no longer necessary for Ronan to be present. He waved his hand and said goodbye, "You guys talk about what's going on here, I'm leaving now."

Louise was about to say a few words to Ronan when he disappeared.

"Is something wrong with him?" Louise asked Faith, who was standing next to her.

“Probably to see Lavana’s two children,” Faith replied.

As Faith said, Ronan went to Lavana's side.

At that moment, Lavana was playing with her two children.

The boys and girls couldn't play together at all, so Ravana could only play chess with her daughter Ivana while her son played by himself in the yard.

Ravana's son, Dawachi, was practicing his marksmanship by shooting at a pile of dirt in the yard with a pistol.

Both children were named by her late husband. Dawachi is a Kazakh name, as he hoped his son would also be Kazakh. His daughter, Ivana, is a name that sounds like a Rus' woman's name, as he hoped she would marry a Rus' man in the future.

Ronan suddenly appeared behind Lavana and crouched down intimately close to her. Lavana initially dodged to the left, but then sat back down, letting Ronan lean against her like that.

Ivana suddenly stopped, looked at Ronan, and asked, "Uncle Ronan, are you going to be my dad?"

Lavana tensed up instantly.

Ronan smiled and said, "Yes, would you like to?"

Ivana's eyes darted around. "I need to think about it."

"Hahaha." Ronan laughed out loud. He hadn't seen such childlike cuteness in a very, very long time.

Some of his children have long since died; some are remembered in history, while others remain unknown. Some are still alive, having achieved things that make their father, Ronan, proud; while others have changed over the years, committing unforgivable acts.

Ronan has no regrets about any of this.

From now on, he will raise Ravana's two children as before, regardless of whether they become successful or not, or whether they will one day turn out the same way. "Ivana, can you win?" Ronan asked the little girl.

Ivana confidently raised her head, "Of course, Mom is clumsy and can't beat me at chess."

Compared to when we first met, this little girl has become so much more cheerful.

“Then I’m relieved. I’ll go check on your brother.” With that, Ronan got up and walked toward Dawazi.

Ivana thought Ronan was reassured by her strength, so she nodded emphatically and waved to let Ronan hurry up so he wouldn't give Lavana advice here and affect her victory.

On the other side, upon seeing Ronan approach, the little boy Dawachi eagerly told Ronan that he had sensed the presence of magic these past few days and that he possessed magical talent.

Natural talent is rare; only one in a hundred possesses it.

"Wow, Dawachi, you'll definitely be amazing in the future," Ronan praised.

The pride on Dawachi's face lasted only a moment before he suddenly adopted a serious expression and asked, "Once I become stronger, can I follow you?"

Her goal was in that direction.

She told her sister Bahar that on the day of the coup, she was a decoy, and that it was a lie to lure their mother to create an opportunity and time for the coup. On the contrary, it was the other side of the coup that bought her the opportunity and time.

She will enter the treasure vault with the two essential materials, Louise and Liz, and then, with the help of the mysterious man, she will gain new power. As for the deal she made with the mysterious man, she certainly doesn't intend to fulfill it. She is unwilling to remain at the second tier, slowly grow old, and die. She wants power, wants to leave this country, and do what she wants to do.

But that doesn't mean she's going to betray her country or her mother, whom she still loves and respects despite her resentment.

She had even made arrangements to keep the mysterious man occupied for a while, then wait for her mother and aunt to arrive so they could deal with him. It was, in a way, the last thing she would do for the country.

“I’m sorry, Louise, Liz,” Fleishta said.

At that time, the two will become part of her new power, which is equivalent to death.

This is her sin, which can never be washed away.

A mistake is a mistake, and Freyshta knows it very well. She won't convince herself that it's a necessary sacrifice, nor will she think about making amends. She's not that "noble"; she's just selfish, and she's only thinking of herself from beginning to end.

Back then, I was willing to become a model because I was only good at theory. Even without transplantation, it would be difficult for me to become a high-level superhuman in the future. I wanted my mother to feel indebted to me so that I could smoothly enter the core research team. The only thing I didn't expect was that many years later, I would eventually be unwilling to do only theoretical research.

Chapter 1181 Eliminating Unexpected Factors, Women Have a Heart-to-Heart Talk, That's it.

A few days later, late at night, Tehran.

At Ronan's house, Liz and Louise woke up one after the other.

They had just undergone minor surgery, not to add anything, but to remove some extra material from their grafts. This material was discovered during a full medical checkup, and Canaan wasn't immediately sure what it was; it seemed to be some kind of enhancement or amplification device. However, this material was unnecessary and could cause instability for both of them, potentially leading to unexpected complications during subsequent transplant surgeries and implant tests. Based on the principle of eliminating any potential risks, Canaan and Falek removed the material from their grafts.

In a few days, another adjustment will be made to bring both of their physical conditions to a suitable state.

The following weekend, after the adjustment, Ronan brought the two to the New World for transplant surgery and genital testing, respectively.

roof.

Falek, who was enjoying coffee and dessert alone as a way to relax after surgery, noticed Liz approaching from behind. "Is something wrong? Want some?"

Liz looked at the coffee and desserts on the small coffee table. "No need, I don't sleep well." Even superhumans have bodies that react to certain things.

"Then why don't you let Ronan take you back to your dorm to sleep?" Falek asked.

Liz took two steps forward, kicked off her shoes, stepped onto the carpet, and sat down. "I want to talk to you."

"What are you going to talk about?" Falek asked.

“I need to know who you are first,” Liz said. She only knew that Ronan called her Falek, but that was a first name, and given her relationship with him, it would be very impolite for someone her age to call someone by their first name.

"It doesn't matter, you can just call me Falek. As for what I mean, I was once the Queen Mother of the Suleiman Empire, the Sultan." Falek briefly introduced herself.

Sultan is a title for a ruler. In Falek's time, there were quite a few sultans. In the even more chaotic times before that, there were sultanates everywhere. "You are Sultan Falek?" Liz was very surprised.

“You know me?” Falek asked.

“I’ve only heard about it,” Liz replied.

Although she was only a short-lived female ruler, her legendary experience of rising from a slave girl to a queen mother and once wielding great power is enough to leave a mark on history. However, Liz was a Weylander, and even though she was a person who enjoyed reading, she only knew a few historical figures about the history of Suleiman.

“In history, I died long ago.” Falek was talking about himself, but his demeanor and tone were as if he were casually talking about an unrelated historical figure. “Back then, I faked my death to lure out some people, eliminate them, and then return to that position. However, at the last moment, I gave up and chose to leave with Ronan.”

"You fell in love with him at first sight?" Liz asked curiously.

“How could a shameless and insidious woman like me fall in love at first sight?” Falek mocked herself. “At that time, I was exhausted but also obsessed. I didn’t want to continue, but I also wanted to become an empress like Ambrina in the west. My heart was like a scale, with one side wanting to abandon power and start anew, and the other side wanting to eliminate political enemies and start a career.”

"The two ends are almost the same weight."

"Then, Ronan placed his hand on the side that started again, and the scales tipped."

Upon hearing this, Liz breathed a sigh of relief, her expression suggesting that it was just that simple.

At this moment, Falek smiled and said, "Do you think anyone else has the power to tip the scales? No one else could, only him. So in a sense, I fell in love with him at first sight. Back then, no one else was worthy to be my new starting point, and no one is now either."

Liz paused for a moment, sensing a strong emotion emanating from Falek.

Falek took a small sip of his coffee. "I wouldn't mind if you became one of us."

Liz quickly shook her head and waved her hand, "I didn't mean that."

“Not minding means I don’t care,” Falek said, picking at his cake with a small fork. “It’s a pretty good start for him as a new beginning in his life.”

On the other side, in the courtyard.

Louise approached Canaan and asked her how she and Ronan started dating.

As someone who idolizes Ronan, she knows his "past" like the back of her hand. Of course, much of this past comes from unofficial historical accounts and legends, which Louise doesn't take seriously.

Canaan was also a significant figure in that period of history, after all, she was a leading figure in the Technology Bureau at the time, and also the goddaughter of the Prime Minister of Dinia.

But whether it's reliable historical records or some less reliable personal accounts, Canaan was not Ronan's lover. You see, almost all of Ronan's lovers were public figures, while Canaan was taken to France by Ronan when she was a child and stayed there for decades. Even after Ronan left, she was still there.

For decades, nothing ever happened between her and Ronan?

“No, that’s true. I had a relationship with him much later,” Canaan said.

"Didn't you have any feelings for him in the previous decades?" Louise asked, puzzled.

Canaan leaned against the wall, looking up at the moon in the sky. "It's not that I didn't feel anything at all, it's just that he was very busy at that time, and I was very busy too."

“Her lovers are all very busy,” Louise said.

None of Ronan's documented lovers were not busy with work.

"Sigh, it's hard to explain. It's like meeting an old acquaintance twice a month, whom you don't see often. Decades pass by like that, and then one day, you bump into each other in a place far from home, sleep together, and then you're together. Anyway, I feel very free and comfortable with him." Canaan rambled on. "At your age, I'm doing research, so I really don't have time to think about anything else."

Louise asked curiously, "You didn't have a partner for the past few decades?"