Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Lavana felt extremely dizzy. "I don't know how to describe it," she stammered.

"I'm just an ordinary woman, and I've just developed this kind of relationship with a man who, in his words, is turning a new page in history." Ravana's last words nearly made Ronan burst out laughing: "You're not ordinary."

Ronan woke up later; Dinya and the others woke up a decade or two earlier and knew a lot about the present era. However, in Madam Zhao's account, there was no mention of human-demon hybrids.

What does this mean? It means that, for some unknown reason, human-demon hybrids have not become widespread.

Ravana is a rare item.

“Compared to you, I’m just an ordinary person,” Ravana said with a sigh.

It all felt like a dream; she had slept with a great man from over a hundred years ago.

No, you can't say she was doing it; she was almost being fucked unilaterally, even though she was doing it willingly.

Ronan walked over and sat down next to Lavana, placing his hand on her lap and stroking her stockinged legs through her skirt. "Were you stunned by the windfall, or are you secretly disgusted that I'm an old man?"

“No,” Ravana quickly denied. “You’re not old at all.” “Once you reach a certain level, you can also stay young,” Ronan said. “That’s the treatment you’ll receive if you become my woman, just like them.”

"I..." Ravana hesitated again.

Ronan lifted her skirt and began to knead the soft, bouncy thigh flesh that was relaxed from being taut by the stockings, and asked, "Don't want to?"

Lavana hesitated for a moment, "I'm not as useful as they are."

How could she not want to? It's embarrassing to admit, but Ronan, who seemed to be able to answer all her questions, was exactly the type she had ever fantasized about. Moreover, she had just experienced the joy of being a woman for the first time.

However, she is not pretty enough, at least not as good-looking as others, and her strength as a superhuman is also lacking, not having any other talents.

She might be somewhat attractive to Ronan right now, but what about later?

At that moment, she suddenly felt a pang of regret. If she hadn't asked to follow them in the first place, perhaps she wouldn't have these troubles.

“I’ll repeat myself, you’re very useful,” Ronan said. “And one more thing, you may not know me. I have a strong sex drive, and there are plenty of women who can arouse my desires, but over the years, I’ve only had relationships with women I truly feel something for. That feeling lasts a long time, not just for a fleeting sense of novelty.”

"Uh." Lavana felt as if her thoughts had been completely seen through, as if she were naked in front of Ronan.

Ronan stopped and stood up. "Alright, that's enough. When you get back, have a good talk with your child. We're leaving the day after tomorrow from Rus' to the Kazakh Khanate. You'll be playing a very important role then."

After saying that, Ronan picked up Lavana, summoned a levitation shield, and flew away.

Chapter 1112 The Fishing Plan: Technology Doesn't Always Bring Good Things, Farewell

Back at the manor, after dropping Lavana off, Ronan turned and headed towards Research Center Two.

Unlike the secret laboratory in the mountains far from town, Center Two occupied a large area on the outskirts of town, surrounded by tight security. When Ronan entered Center Two, aside from a few odd-job workers, no one paid him any attention; the other researchers were all busy at work.

Falek, Canaan, and Faith are not doing theoretical research; their field has always been application-oriented. Naturally, they are not working alone. All three of them are bosses, and how can a boss not have dogs under his command?

Ronan found Faith, who was free at the time, and asked about the progress of the potion he had requested to be made.

The medicine he requested was an inhibitor.

“It’s already done,” Faith replied.

"So smoothly?" Ronan couldn't help but be surprised.

"It's just something that can't be mass-produced."

"After all, the suppressant is essentially something to deal with 'mental illness'. It's based on the technology we developed by making some changes to the stabilizing agent we created for high-risk conversion surgery, combined with Lavana's mixed-race blood, and that's how we made it."

"We can't keep drawing her blood, so we can't mass-produce it. However, this medicine is originally intended for fishing, so it doesn't need to be mass-produced."

Faith offered an explanation.

As for the so-called "fishing," that was Ronan's plan.

Ronan plans to go to the Kazakh Khanate. The people who secretly sabotaged the sale of this "fake" stabilizing agent are hiding in Kazakhstan. They have noticed that another group of strangers is selling this stuff and will most likely come to investigate.

Their investigation of Ronan and his group provided Ronan with an opportunity to catch them red-handed.

Next, we followed the clues to find the source.

At this moment, Falek walked over and said, "To correct you, it's just that we can't mass-produce it for the time being. Once we develop something that can simulate human-demon hybrids, and combine it with our own technology, we can mass-produce it. Moreover, the inhibitor we make will definitely be stronger than the inhibitor that was previously spread in Ross."

She's right. The human-demon hybrid bloodline is unexpectedly compatible with the magic device transplant, and it greatly reduces the side effects of the suppressant.

Combining this hybrid with the inhibitory agent can create a better inhibitory agent.

As for the growth-inducing agent, that's something else entirely. They haven't received a sample, and they don't even know what it is yet.

Canaan also came over, "Once our Unit 1 is more mature, and with the addition of the suppressant, it will be a wonderful new era."

“You researchers always think that technological progress is a better thing, or perhaps it’s a worse time,” Faith rarely commented, and she was pouring cold water on the idea.

"What do you mean by 'we researchers'? Aren't you a researcher?" Canaan asked angrily.

“I am a nun,” Faith replied calmly.

"Alright, that's enough," Falek said, trying to calm things down.

Actually, she had some similar worries to Faith.

Technological advancements in the supernatural realm have brought about entirely new contradictions. More and stronger supernatural beings are unable to obtain the wealth and status they believe are commensurate with themselves. The number of people wielding violence is increasing, public security is deteriorating, and the number of bloody crimes far exceeds that of any previous era. But this is not the worst of all; the worst was the world war forty years ago.

In the past, it was simply unimaginable, but in the future, things may get even worse.

"Don't think about these things. How to solve these problems is a politician's concern," Ronan said. "You just focus on promoting technological progress." "By the way, how does Ravana taste?" Canaan suddenly changed the subject.

Falek was equally curious, "Are those legs very strong?" Ronan looked helpless, "Can't you guys not ask such questions in a sacred scientific setting like the research center?"

“You bastard, you’ve done those kinds of things in the church, what’s wrong with us asking you here?” Canaan directly exposed Ronan’s past.

On the other side, Lavana encountered Ajata.

"Hello, Miss." Lavana still preferred to use such a respectful form of address.

“Hmm,” Ajata responded, then asked, “So, how good is he in bed?”

"Huh?" Lavana was so surprised that she was speechless for a moment.

Ajata suddenly lost all her innocent, aloof demeanor. "No need to pretend. I know. Every time my mother comes over for an affair, she's in this unsteady gait with an unconcealed look of satisfaction on her face."

Lavana lowered her head, not denying it. "Why do you ask this?" "You're a mother of two. If I don't ask this, am I supposed to ask if you two are in love?" Ajata retorted.

“He’s fine,” was all Ravana could say.

Ajata smiled mischievously, "I can tell."

Ravana didn't get a little annoyed.

"You're so much better than before. You used to be like a dead piece of wood."

Ajata suddenly gave her a look that said, "I'm relieved to see that you're doing well."

This surprised Lavana as well. Although she was Ajata's close attendant, they were not close, and Ajata was never the kind of master who cared about his servants.

"Probably," Lavana could only reply.

"You will get better and better in the future and be able to see a wider world."

As Ajata spoke, a hint of envy crept into her voice.

Lavana was somewhat surprised, "You..."

In her memory, Miss Agata was a person with no ambition whatsoever. She didn't even think about seeing the outside world, unlike other noble ladies who longed for love; she just tended to her flowers and plants. "Back home, I didn't realize it. I thought I just genuinely liked flowers. Now that I've left, I know it's not like that at all. The reason I acted that way was because deep down I thought I'd marry someone I didn't like anyway, that I was just going from one cage to another. Thinking so much was just creating trouble for myself; I might as well keep company with those flowers and plants," Agata said. "Now, I realize it's not like that at all."

Lavana thought for a moment, "Actually, you can definitely do it. You are a superhuman, and this place is very vast."

"Ha, I never thought I'd be comforted by someone as dull as you," Ajata laughed. "However, I'm not ready yet. My skills are too weak, and I don't know anything. I'm going to go and learn properly from those researchers. That's all for now, goodbye." With that, Ajata left.

Lavana sighed and turned to go find her two children.

When she said she was leaving for a while, the two children didn't show much reluctance. They just said that when their mother came back, they would definitely have become very capable and make her proud.

Lavana was gratified, but also disappointed, because her failed family had forced her two children to mature so early.

"Don't worry, I'll find your father soon," Ravana lied through her tears.

Just when Ravana thought her son and daughter would nod in understanding, her son said, "Mom, we know, Dad is dead." Her daughter nodded in agreement.

At that moment, Ravana couldn't stop her tears.

Chapter 1113 The Kazakh Khanate, the Secret Technique of Concealing Breath, and the Boastful Coachman

The Kazakh Khanate was a vast country located in the southern part of the Rus' Empire. Its ethnic composition was very complex. The influence of Islam once occupied the area and even spread to the western regions of Seres, almost turning the area into a green landscape. This brought both bloodshed and prosperity, but the "Red Plague" later interrupted this process.

The so-called "Red Disaster" refers to a group of Sinicized Hu people who were brutally defeated by local Hebei warlords and driven to the grasslands more than 500 years ago during the chaotic period of Seris. They almost unified the northern grasslands of Seris and then shouted the slogan of westward expedition. During the westward expedition, they carried out the first and largest artificial talent-granting experiment in human history.

The experiment ended in failure; the vast majority of people turned into monsters, and only a very few succeeded.

Many of the monsters were blood-red centaurs. They did not gain true superhuman power, but they had the physique of superhumans. However, they had completely lost their humanity, and only knew how to kill and commit adultery. In less than two years, they all collapsed and died.

Although they all collapsed and died every two years, they still killed a great many people, regardless of age or gender. They killed everyone, and even rape did not affect their killing spree.

In the present-day Kazakh Khanate, no religion is mainstream; each tribe has its own distinct tradition, with the majority practicing primitive beliefs.

Ronan and his party disguised themselves as a small caravan and headed southeast, eventually arriving at Almaty, a city in the southeast of the Kazakh Khanate.

Almaty is arguably the largest and most prosperous of the few cities in the Kazakh Khanate. It is very close to the western regions of Seres and is an important transit point for Seres' trade with Rus'. Most of the caravans from Seres to Rus' would stop here, and many would even complete all their transactions here instead of continuing westward and northward through Kazakhstan to Rus'.

Overland trade has always been like this; a piece of silk from Seris in Jiangnan...

The goods appeared in St. Petersburg, the capital of Rus', a distance of thousands of miles, and had actually gone through more than a dozen transactions. They were not sold directly from the south of Seres to the northwest of Rus'.

The caravan played by Ronan and his group consists of Ambrina as the leader, Ronan as the coachman, Alice as the maid, the Zhao sisters as managers, Falek and Canaan as guards hired from the Persian Republic, and Lavana as Ambrina's translator.

Everyone except Lavana used the Concealing Breath spell.

The Effect Breath Technique is a secret technique created by Ronan with technical support from Farek, based on the secret technique created by Kang Guizong, who liked to wear white, to shield the aura fluctuations that could reveal one's rank.

This secret technique can disguise one's aura, which is very practical, but also very difficult to learn. Ronan learned it in a short time, as did Falek, but everyone else except Ronan's daughter Astrid took a long time to learn.

Fortunately, time was not an issue, and I basically learned everything.

At this time, in the eyes of outsiders, the one with the highest rank among them was Ambrina.

As soon as their caravan entered the city, it attracted the attention of others.

First, they are almost all women. Even now, the number and quality of female superhumans are less than or lower than that of men. Most female superhumans, as high-quality women, do not have the desire to start their own careers, but instead choose to join the ruling class by marrying a good partner.

A group of women walking around outside—without a doubt, they must be ruthless characters, even more ruthless than the average man.

Secondly, only one carriage was carrying goods, while the other carriages were clearly carrying luggage, and there was also a carriage that was simply for people to ride in.

This is even more eye-catching than if they were all women.

The reason is simple: with such a small quantity of goods, they must be items with extremely high profit margins per unit; otherwise, doing business here would be completely unprofitable.

They came from the direction of Ross, so the question is, what valuable things could Ross possibly have to sell to Seris?

If you say they came from the west, then why didn't they take the sea route to Seres?

And so, Ronan and his group were put under surveillance.

This was obviously Ronan's doing.

How can you catch fish if you don't make a "high-profile" move?

After wandering around the city for two days, eating and drinking, the group was introduced to a place where it was convenient to gather information. They asked if it was possible to buy high-end magical artifacts produced by Seris here.

The answer is of course no.

Kazakhstan is a place with smuggling trade, and on a considerable scale. However, they generally don't smuggle magical devices used for implantation into people. The reason is very simple: if Ross needs them, he can easily use smuggling channels from Western countries. If a small Central Asian country needs them, he can buy them from smugglers in the Persian Republic. There's no need to go through the Seris Western Regions smuggling channel, which would be taking a roundabout route.

Afterwards, Ronan and his group split up to investigate further. According to the established plan, they were not in a hurry, but they were willing to pay a high price if they found something.

Except for one person, Lavana, who showed an intense desire for magical artifacts, and her target was the relatively rare defensive type of magical artifact.

That's really intriguing.

Because Lavana is a Tier 3, and she's a Tier 3 that was built up through transplantation.

As we all know, the more transplanted a creature is, the lower its potential becomes. Currently, no one has been able to reach the fifth tier through transplantation, and only a very few have been able to reach the fourth tier.

Moreover, the more transplants are performed, the more likely they are to go insane, making it almost impossible for them to engage in high-intensity battles for even a slightly longer period of time. Once they do, they will either go mad or become stupid.

Therefore, generally, those who rely on transplanted superhumans reach a maximum of Tier 3, and they wouldn't do anything that might require prolonged combat. Kolavana is already Tier 3, the limit. Her desperate desire for the magical artifacts used for transplantation—is she trying to install another one for herself? Isn't that suicidal? Two days later...

A guest at the inn, who appeared to be of mixed Roth and Seres descent, offered Ronan a good cigarette and struck up a conversation with the bearded coachman, who, along with his guards, was left to watch over the luggage and looked rather bored. The guest asked Ronan if he had heard about what had happened in Roth recently. Upon hearing this, Ronan, like a seasoned peddler who had finally gotten his chance to boast, immediately launched into a tirade about Roth's affairs, claiming he knew more about them than the Roths themselves, leaving the other man completely bewildered.

"What, you don't believe me? Let me tell you, I'm an old Parisian. I had an affair with a princess, which forced me to run away to Ross. I used to be a big shot, and even in Ross, I'm still a big shot. So, I know all about what's going on in Ross." Ronan boasted loudly, his accent clearly from southern France.

The man with the mustache laughed, with a hint of mockery, "Then France has no king, so where would a princess come from?"

Ronan first looked embarrassed as his boast was exposed, then stiffened his neck and forced a heroic tone, saying, "Her surname is Freygo, right? In the past, wouldn't that be a princess?"