Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Faith shrugged. "Anyway, the physical condition of the people on these ships is not fundamentally different from that of people outside."

“However, their magical bodies are quite different,” Falek continued, picking up where Fies left off. “Just like the monsters we saw in the White Desert, their magical bodies are in the form of a humanoid partial vortex. I’ve observed some children, and they’re not quite like that yet. And their physical structure isn’t any different from that of people outside, so the reason for this should be twofold: first, the natural environment here, and second, their special cultivation methods, which have little to do with their genetics. If they were to leave this place, it’s unlikely that everyone would possess such talent.”

Dinia nodded. No wonder everyone here is talented. Lavini, however, said she didn't know how to make everyone talented, but her research materials contained some information that could be used as a reference.

Falek continued, "Logically speaking, the thing they should be practicing most is the one from Seris. After all, as far as I know, once the initial connection to Seris's method is established, the magic base will also vortex. Reaching complete vortex transformation is the realm of immortality." As he spoke, Falek glanced at Fisse, who had achieved complete vortex transformation, but she did so through special magic, specifically a special magic shared by her and her twin sister.

"But unfortunately, none of us know the Seris cultivation method. Although it's not difficult to get the relevant books, this kind of cultivation is too easy to make mistakes without a teacher's guidance, and the progress will be very slow, just like elemental mages."

After speaking, Falek hesitated for a moment, "So, I have a somewhat immature suggestion, which is to use the method I invented, that kind of training method that combines the enhancement of the Rag people's totems with the combination magic widely used by Suleiman and his surrounding areas."

Ambrina tossed the chicken wing bone onto the plate. "I think it's fine, nothing's undercooked."

Chapter 689 The System, Filial Piety, and More Arrival

The Ship Country has a population of over 10,000, which is considered a relatively large town in the Kingdom of Phos. However, its administrative structure is even more streamlined than that of a town in the Kingdom of Phos, which operates under a civil service system.

This is because the Ship Country does not need so many managers, nor can it afford to support them. It is a place where even if all its resources are used, it can only maintain the basic survival of the entire population and ensure the reproduction of some people.

In the Kingdom of Fas, a town would have at least dozens of lords, whether they were officials, merchants, priests, or nobles. They were all lords, the kind who could eat, drink, and have money even if they just lay around. But on this big ship, the elders and priests could hardly be called lords, because lords and priests were also corrupted. After they were corrupted, they couldn't just sit around collecting money and doing nothing.

If the master doesn't even have one, then there's no way he'd have a lackey.

The Kingdom of Ships has no soldiers, except for the Knights, whose main task is to collect garbage outside. There are also no law enforcement officers like the police; their schedules are packed with work and cases, so what cases could they possibly have? Occasionally, when something happens, the overseer of the relevant place will come to arrest the person, and then the elders or priests will come to mediate and handle the matter. There is no need for a special judge.

In the last hundred years, nothing major has happened.

So, at dawn on the third day after the elders collectively resigned and were persuaded to stay,

When the First Regent was awakened from his dream by a group of knights, dragged away, and forcibly taken away, he was completely bewildered.

It wasn't until he was taken to the bow deck that he realized something was wrong, something really serious.

When he saw other elders being brought to the bow deck one after another, he was frightened, but more than that, he was surprised and suspicious.

He didn't understand why Dinia, Ronan, and their group considered themselves not messengers of God, but rather outsiders who had only accepted Lavini's request to lead them away from this place that was about to be destroyed. If that was the case, then they couldn't use God's name to arbitrarily fabricate a crime against them.

At the same time, Dinia and Ronan's group did not intend to conquer and enslave them by force. If they had, they could have done so long ago. Judging from the strength they displayed, the entire ship of people could not resist them.

So, what gives them the right?

A few minutes later, the elders found out why: because of their good sons.

Each of them was reported by their own sons, and a series of charges were leveled against them, including framing innocent people and indiscriminately killing the innocent.

Well, the elders felt they were truly wronged.

The core survival resources of the large ship, magic stones and seeds, must be obtained from the outside world. Without magic stones, not only will the ship's various equipment be unable to float, but the ship itself will also be unable to float at high altitudes. Once it lands, it will be vulnerable to attacks. But that's not the worst part. The worst part is that if it stays on the ground for too long, it will also go insane. As for seeds, needless to say, crops degenerate after a few generations, and every few years they must be obtained from outside and cultivated.

Over the past century, access to core survival resources has become increasingly difficult, while the population has continued to rise slowly.

If nothing is done, then infighting will break out for survival, and once it starts, it won't just be unstoppable, but will become increasingly bloody.

For the sake of the fragile beauty on this great ship, there's no other way but to severely punish every case that comes up. If there's no case, we'll fabricate one to get rid of as many people as possible, especially those who are restless, like those who want to change the rules on the ship, or those who are even bolder and plan to send people down to explore and find another way to make a living. That would be perfect.

Wouldn't that be framing innocent people and indiscriminately killing the innocent?

Ironically, according to the principle of severe punishment advocated by generations of elders, their actions would be punishable by death.

Generations of people, and rules established out of a sense of righteousness, are now trying to kill him. Is there anything more unjust than this?

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Dinia asked."

The first leader stood firm, his attitude unyielding, refusing to plead guilty, and shouted, "These charges are all fabricated by them, and the so-called confessions were written by the relatives of the criminals under duress."

However, this time, no one echoed him. The other dozen or so elders seemed much smarter at this moment and began to express their loyalty.

"Madam, what exactly do you want? Tell me! We have never intended to confront you."

"Yes, just tell us what you want, and we'll do whatever we can."

"Even if it can't be done, we must do it."

“These kids aren’t good enough. They’ve only just started learning and haven’t even gotten to know everyone yet. It’s us who can better assist you.”

"What this wolf cub can do, I can do too; what he can't do, I can do as well."

“Look at the kind of people they are. They even reported their own fathers. How can they be good people? They are born traitors.”

"Exactly! How can you conduct politics with such insects?"

“I have heard that the managers outside are selected fairly, not through hereditary succession, and I firmly support this.”

"For the sake of fairness and justice, it's you guys who really deserve to die!"

Dinia, Ronan, Ambrina, and the others remained expressionless and calm. Having been in politics for so long, they had seen far too many scenes like this.

Ronan and his group weren't in a hurry, but the sons of these elders were. Why did they report their own fathers? Wasn't it all for the sake of becoming elders? But just as their fathers said, what they could do, their fathers could also do; and what they might not be able to do well, their fathers could mostly do well.

When it comes to betraying their country, they still lack the hard power to match their fathers.

"Shut up! You criminals not only refuse to confess your crimes, but you also slander us righteous people."

"Exactly, you're shameless. I feel deeply ashamed to have a father like you."

"You criminals don't deserve to live!"

"Madam, execute them!"

"You bastard, how many people have you killed? Today I will stand up for the innocent!"

"Good fight!"

"You deserve to be hit too!"

As they were talking, someone started yelling. After a few yells, someone couldn't help but take action and beat his own father.

One of them made a move, and the other sons followed suit.

For ordinary people, an elderly father would really be no match for a young son. But they are, after all, half-magicians, and they will not grow old and frail until the very end of their lives. The elders were all former knights, and they were not restricted. They simply dared not resist because they did not have the absolute strength of Dinia and her group.

This led to a physical fight between the father and son, creating a touching scene of filial piety.

The elders were escorted over by a complex group of knights who had previously pledged allegiance to Dinia. They glanced at Dinia, but she showed no intention of stopping them. After thinking for a moment, the knights simply stood there and watched.

The elders will definitely be killed, and these dutiful sons will inherit their positions. Then, the elders will be forced to step down. This isn't about seizing power; if it were about seizing power, there would be no need for such a complicated process. The purpose is to dismantle the old system and old ideas of this great ship, and then establish a new system and new ideas.

Just then, several priests rushed over.

Chapter 690 I'm not a slave owner. Times have changed, and there are specific national circumstances.

The four priests were led by the old man who had taken the lead in kneeling in worship, who was also the high priest. The other three were of different ages: two were slightly older, looking to be in their thirties, and the other looked to be in his early twenties.

The high priest approached and respectfully said to Dinia, "I hope that you, Madam, will forgive their sins and spare them from death."

The high priest thought that Dinia would be angry at their actions and rebuke them, or explain to them that killing these elders was for justice and that they should not make excuses for the villains.

However, he was completely wrong.

Dinia was someone who had been molded by the old bureaucrat Ronan for twenty years and had fought against a group of bureaucrats, nobles, unscrupulous merchants, and priests for more than a decade.

She simply smiled kindly and asked, "Do I have the right to execute them? I don't think so. Likewise, I have no right to forgive them."

“But the goddess has already entrusted this ship kingdom to you,” the old priest said. In matters of politics, he was far inferior to the clergy of the Kingdom of Phos, who were comparable to bureaucrats, and he did not quite understand Dinia’s words.

“It’s a mandate, not a transfer,” Dinia said again. “She wants us to take you away from here, to live, to live better. I’m just here to help you. Since I’m not a slave owner, and you’re not slaves, I certainly can’t decide your life or death. Do you want to force me to enslave you?”

Ah, this… The high priest was completely dumbfounded. Everyone present, except for Ronan and his group, whether they were loving fathers, filial sons, knights, or the other three priests, was also completely dumbfounded.

It seems that's really the case. Dinia has no right to execute them, so she also has no right to forgive them.

So why did she make such a big fuss?

“I have no right to judge them. The law that can judge them is the collective will,” Dinia said, then added, “They have already resigned from their positions as elders, so I think their sons should temporarily take over to ensure the smooth operation of the ship. Before their crimes are determined and a trial is held, let’s find a place to lock them up. Of course, this is just a suggestion. That’s all. There’s not much I can do, is there?”

After saying that, Dinia left, and Ronan and the others quickly followed. The group of regular knights, who were somewhat at a loss, hesitated for a moment before leaving as well.

Only the elder father and his sons, who were being kind and filial, were left looking at each other in bewilderment, along with four confused priests.

What should I do next?

"I'm truly fed up with you bunch of idiots." The First Regent looked at his son and his filial sons, and couldn't help but say, "Do you think that now that you've become elders, you can still be the same as we were before? Now look what's happened, you want to establish new rules, do you think your brothers and sisters won't have any complaints? Did your clownish performance just now work? I'd like to see how long you can stay in this position."

“You’re the fools.” The First Regent’s son sneered. “This huge airship is leaving this damned, nightmarish place and going to the outside world. We will no longer need to scavenge for garbage or distribute supplies equally. Our competitors will no longer be our own people, but other people from the outside world. Under such changes, the old rules will definitely collapse.”

"The position of elder is not important; what is important is to participate in the establishment of new rules and become a person who spreads new ideas."

"Times have changed, sir."

After the son of the first regent finished speaking, he turned and left, followed by the sons of the other elders.

They were all students who had taken classes with Teacher Luo, and they knew that Dinia did not intend to slowly build new rules after leaving, but rather to do some construction before leaving.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, he sensed that soon the old power structure of the Ship Country would be completely dismantled and then reorganized, and he and others might not be able to sit in high positions.

But that doesn't matter. As long as he participates in the development of the new rules, he can guarantee that he will gain a dominant position.

These old guys are completely blind to the situation and are still trying to prove their seemingly indispensable value through various means.

Those who don't understand their value are only referring to the old era. In the new era, no one on this ship is indispensable.

The first ruler was stunned. Was this still his son, the one who was obsessed with cultivation and was reckless and arrogant?

How did it suddenly become like this?

Of course, he didn't know that Teacher Luo himself started out by correcting past wrongs and had extensive teaching experience in guiding indigenous rebellions. His specialty was reforming young people.

After the filial sons left, the four priests remained standing there, still bewildered and unsure of what to do next.

Although they didn't know the idiom "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold," they understood the principle.

God is no longer here, and they can no longer use God's name to control the guiding ideology. If the old elders continue like this, the old rules will completely disintegrate, and new rules and new ideas will follow.

The priests were not deaf or blind; they could see that the people on the ship had been restless these past few days, shouting about rebuilding Paradise, but where would they be in the new Paradise?

At this moment, the priests would have preferred that Dinia overwhelm them with absolute force and rule them as a god. In that case, they would only need to be servants of the new god, accept his orders, and then make orders for others. This would not be difficult or bad. But Dinia did not do this, which made them extremely uncomfortable and terrible.

At this moment, the youngest priest suddenly spoke up, "Teacher, we are people who have mastered knowledge and power. Just like those young people said, our identity and position are no longer important. What is important is to participate in the construction of new rules and new ideas."

"However, the burial of the old era may require some things to be buried with it."

The high priest's expression changed instantly, "You..."

The young priest ignored the former supreme high priest and looked at the other two. The two hesitated, neither agreeing nor immediately rebuking the young man. Clearly, they had wavered.

After a few seconds, the young priest looked at the elderly high priest and said, "Teacher, I hope you can allow me to learn new magic and new ideas."

"Heh, do I need to give you permission?" the high priest sneered.

After speaking, the high priest didn't give the young man a chance to respond, and turned to leave.

The young priest sighed helplessly; clearly, he intended to fight to the end. The two middle-aged priests hesitated slightly, but still followed.

After lingering for a moment, the young priest also left.

Now, only the old elders remained on the bow deck. At this moment, the First Consul spoke again, and his first words were astonishing: "If we don't do something, we will die."

"What else can we do?" an elder asked.

The First Ruler laughed, “Ha, do you think we’re the only ones who are old? Everyone on this ship is old. I’m not trying to incite them to rebel, but to spread a fact: our ship nation has its own national conditions, and only those on the ship understand those on the ship.”

Chapter 691 Resentment, we'll talk about it later; I understand children better than you do.

The ground was already in a state of ruin; the town had been completely reduced to rubble in the previous battles between Dinia and Lavini, with many parts simply pulverized. However, there were still many buildings outside the city, especially some stone structures that were still well-preserved even after hundreds of years, and could be moved into after a little cleaning and tidying up.

Currently, Ronan and his party are living in a village in the north, near the lake.

At night, in a room, Ronan was sitting on a simple wooden bed, while the extremely voluptuous Falek knelt on the carpet in front of her, holding Ronan's thick, long penis in her hand, licking and sucking it with a hungry and lustful expression.

She wore only a pair of light brown suspender stockings, semi-transparent with a silky sheen. The thick, opaque tops of the stockings were pressed against her flesh, making her legs appear incredibly voluptuous under the dim light. The full-figured beauty of a mature married woman seemed about to burst out of the stockings.

Her breasts were large and swollen, almost exaggeratedly big, with erect nipples.

Beneath a thick patch of fine, slightly curled, dark brown pubic hair, the plump flesh of her vagina had begun to ooze fluid. If the first time was due to excessive nervousness and the long period of abstinence, resulting in her becoming wet at the slightest touch, this time it was caused by pure lust that had been building up for too long.

That one time, her body forever remembered Ronan.

Since that time, she had been on a long journey. After arriving in this alternate dimension, she was busy for more than half a month before her turn finally came. And now it was finally her turn. For the past ten days or so, she couldn't help but masturbate almost every night. She really wanted Ronan's strong and powerful body to press down on him, to insert that thing into her, and to fill her up.

I think about it whenever I have a free moment.

Falek was giving a vigorous blowjob, her large breasts trembling with her large movements. Her incredibly plump and fleshy thighs, with the stockings digging into her flesh, unconsciously clenched and rubbed together, and her large buttocks swayed slightly. The color of her stockings was even more intense, and in the completely opaque reinforced area, her toes kept opening and closing, just like her restless heart.

After a long while, Falek spat out the hard, wet thing and looked at Ronan expectantly, "Is it okay now?"

Ronan simply said softly, "Continue."