Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“That’s right,” Golan affirmed loudly.

Isabel leaned back on the sofa. "Okay, you're right, but these things aren't something you can just think about. How should I put it, I really..." She was really bad at seducing men.

"Does he need it? His desires in that area are unusually strong," Grand said, glancing at her own legs, then at Isabelle's and Ashley's, both of which were quite shapely.

She was similar to her sister Alice, except that she was a little taller and a little plumper.

Like her sister Ambrina, Isabelle has a small frame. In Ronan's words, Ambrina's legs are the kind of soft, fleshy but not fat legs of a teenage girl who doesn't exercise much, while Isabelle's legs are the kind of legs that are a bit far from being strong and fit, but full of healthy vitality.

Ashley, on the other hand, is the type that some men find extremely appealing. She has a very straight figure, slightly thick thighs, and slender calves, with a smooth transition from thick to thin legs, making her especially suitable for black stockings.

Isabel instinctively pulled her skirt down to cover her legs and said, "But you can't deny that he's a person with very strong self-control."

“So, we need to work hard, and we still have a chance,” Golan said with burning eyes. “And as I said from the beginning, now is the chance.”

Isabel had no further objections. "Alright, you tell me what to do."

“Call him over at the right time, under the pretext of asking him about the issue of immortality,” Golan said. “As for what to do after he’s here, I don’t know. To be honest, I’ve never had any dealings with any men other than him. Sister Isa, you should have, right?”

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Isabel instantly looked like she was about to kill someone. "How could I possibly have any experience!"

“I testify, it really didn’t happen,” Ashley said.

To be honest, it's quite strange that the sisters Isabelle and Ambrina are princesses.

While Ambrina, after coming of age, would occasionally attend balls and parties as a princess to put on a show, but she simply didn't get close to people, Isabelle didn't even attend such events. When she met with those retro scholars and young officers in private, she was always dressed in men's clothing.

“Then we’ll just have to see how things go.” Grand was determined to do it. As she spoke, she pulled an exquisite jar from her satchel. “And I also have this, an aphrodisiac scent made from some kind of monster.”

Ashley's eyes lit up. "Would it work for a magician?"

“It’s useless,” Grand answered decisively. “This stuff only works on ordinary people, it has no effect on magicians. Even a novice magician can be forced to stay awake. However, if they don’t resist, it can still serve as a way to add to the fun.”

"I didn't expect this thing to be used as an aphrodisiac, but rather as a reason to convince myself."

As he spoke, Golan revealed that scheming smile.

Isabel covered her face; this was just too much… She felt like she'd been tricked.

Ashley nodded repeatedly as she listened. "Afterwards, we told him that he had just made a mistake that every man makes."

Golan slapped his thigh excitedly, "That's right, that's exactly it!"

Isabelle lay sprawled on the sofa, half-reclined. Ashley was her old leg that she had used for many years, while Grand was her newly attached leg. She had worried that the two legs would not be in sync, but now it seemed that she was wrong; the two legs were actually a little too synchronized.

"What do you think?" Grand and Ashley asked in unison.

Ha, these two are using honorifics again?

“Then let’s do it this way,” Isabel agreed.

Golan clapped her hands. "Not bad, we can move on to the next step: picking out clothes and stockings."

“It should fit the temperament while also having a little surprise,” Ashley said. “That’s what a maid I used to work with said.”

Chapter 420 Oh no, reactionary ruler's mindset, we're already here.

The Minister's office is located in the Ministry of the Interior building.

Ronan sat on the sofa, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, while Dinya paced back and forth between the office window and the door three times already.

Setting down his cup and newspaper, Ronan asked, "My dear Minister, what has happened?"

Dinia stopped in her tracks. “Recently, several small churches have applied for subsidies. At first, I thought it was a group of charlatans trying to scam money, but I didn’t expect that these small churches are really short of funds. There are many reasons for this, but one of them is that fewer people are getting married in recent years.”

Those who prefer to hold their weddings in these small churches are what Ronan often referred to as the middle class.

Christians don't receive money for church weddings, but it's customary to give thanks and make offerings after the wedding. The amount is up to you, but if you just give whatever you feel like, the brothers in the church can only say, "I don't consider you a brother anymore."

In short, weddings are one of the chapel's sources of income.

"This is the situation around the capital. Outside the capital, the number of peasant uprisings has not decreased in the past two years, but has actually increased."

The reason they knew this so clearly was that, in addition to handling postal services, the postal system also served as the eyes and ears of the Ministry of the Interior. As the Minister of the Interior, Dinia would certainly have known about mass incidents like peasant riots.

"In recent years, despite the increase in factories around the capital and the rapid economic growth, the willingness of the middle class to get married and have children has decreased. Despite the increase in the production of wheat, soybeans, grapes, and cotton, the farmers are still rioting."

As she spoke, Dinia's face grew angry.

“Uh, Minister, that’s something the Minister of Civil Affairs should worry about,” Ronan said, indicating that it wasn’t their concern.

"Huh?" Dinia stared at Ronan with her red eyes.

Ronan raised his hands in a standard French military salute. "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I repent, I shouldn't have acted that way."

"Why is that?" Dinia asked. She already had some guesses in mind, but she preferred to hear Ronan's explanation.

"There are more factories and chambers of commerce around the capital, and more well-paying jobs. However, the competition has not lessened because of the increase in jobs; on the contrary, it has intensified. In particular, some junior mages originally wanted to strive for the first-tier rank, but now the first-tier rank mages no longer have the status they used to have, so these people simply gave up and prepared to become ordinary people."

"With such a group of well-educated and energetic people joining the competition, wouldn't that make the competition even more intense?"

“The intense job competition is one aspect, but on the other hand, the cost of raising a child in the capital is very high. Although there are many schools, there are also many people. There are hundreds of thousands of people within the fourth ring road of the capital, and with those outside the ring road, the number exceeds one million. Without investing a lot of resources, the next generation may have to go to work in a factory.”

"So, you can't rush into marriage, and once you're married, you can't have a lot of children."

"As for the reasons for the peasant uprising, it's even simpler. On the one hand, there's the price scissors, which I've told you about before. As a result, a large portion of the agricultural output is cut. On the other hand, agricultural capitalists who control the land, seeds, and farm tools have to exploit the farmers relentlessly in order to compete."

"Feudal lords did not have such a strong subjective desire to exploit peasants because peasants were not just peasants. However, in this era of agricultural commodification, where agricultural products are first and foremost commodities and only secondarily tools for satisfying material needs, agricultural capitalists have a much stronger subjective desire to exploit peasants than feudal lords of the past, because peasants are merely a means of production."

Ronan gave a simple explanation of why, despite significant improvements in manufacturing and agriculture, people were being exploited even more.

"Propose a solution."

Dinia said.

Ronan laughed. "Didi, this problem doesn't need to be solved at all right now. If only one of these two problems occurs, then we do need to be vigilant, but if both problems occur at the same time, we, as the ruling class, should be happy."

"Do you know that the real danger for a country or society is when it loses social mobility? At that time, no matter how you suppress it, those people will continue to resist."

"And the middle class thinks their soft resistance will frighten the ruling class? What a joke! The powerful and capitalists would love for them to die so that the lower class can flood in and take their place."

"To be honest, if I were the king, and there was no one like you, I would really like to periodically kill off a bunch of middle-class people and make room for the lower class, to maintain social mobility and vitality, so that we upper-class people can continue to live a carefree life."

Ronan, who hadn't made any reactionary remarks in a long time, had another good time this time.

Dinia punched Ronan in the stomach with a punch powerful enough to shatter the city wall. In an instant, Ronan fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and curling up in a ball, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

Ronan hasn't made any reactionary remarks in a long time, and Dinah hasn't hit Ronan in a long time either.

After a while, once Ronan had calmed down, Dinia said, suppressing her anger, "I'll make you figure out a way."

Ronan struggled to his feet. “You’ve seen the methods before: state-owned enterprises, farmers’ associations. But those can wait. Our current task is to enrich the country and strengthen its military. The Will Empire will inevitably fall into internal strife sooner or later, which will be a war that affects the entire Western Continent. That will be our country’s opportunity to rise.”

"Can't we solve this now?" Dinia asked, but she didn't seem very confident.

As someone who had served as a colonial governor, she was very clear about one thing: the happiness of one group could only be built on the suffering of another.

"What do you think?" Ronan asked with a smile.

"Sigh," Dinia sighed.

That evening, Ronan neither returned to the palace nor went to Dinia, but instead went to Isabelle's place as arranged.

Isabel still lives in that little house, along with Gloria and Ashley.

Isabel was wearing a security bureau uniform, her skirt seemed a bit too short, just covering her knees, and she was wearing flat-heeled boots. Her pose revealed her knees, a small part of her calves and thighs, which were covered by bronze-colored stockings, a color that was both dignified and sexy.

Ashley was dressed in a maid's long dress, only the black dress itself, without the white lace apron over it, and on her feet were matte, slightly sheer black stockings.

Golan was quite unique. She wore pinkish-purple stockings, a color Ronan didn't find attractive. However, she also wore a dark purple mage robe with gold embroidery. The combination of the two was completely harmonious, making her look both gorgeous and mysterious.

Looking at the three people's attire and the strange fragrance emanating from the room, Ronan knew that it wasn't just a simple matter of calling him over to talk about immortality; they wanted him to make a mistake.

However, since we're already here, let's just adapt to the situation.

Ronan sat down on the sofa, took a moment to gather his thoughts, and prepared to begin his story.

Chapter 421 The Longevity Method: Never put the leader in a difficult position, and cannot tolerate the presence of cattle and horses.

Ronan possessed two methods for achieving immortality.

One method involves a crystal skull skeleton combined with a soul transfer technique.

First, a crystal skull skeleton is transplanted, allowing it to merge with one's own soul. When the body ages completely, a new body is created. Because of the crystal skull skeleton, there will be no adverse reactions, no rejection, and no regression in magic. The new body will gradually assimilate with the soul, becoming the original body, and will not decay rapidly.

Of course, Ronan and Dinia don't need to change bodies; their original power is almost limitless life force.

Another method is the soul liquefaction technique, combined with the soul transfer technique.

The rest is basically the same.

The only problem is that the soul liquefaction technique requires learning, and most people might never learn it even if they die, while the crystal skull skeleton can be inserted and that's it.

However, the number of crystal skull skeletons is limited.

All three were deeply shocked and for a moment forgot their true purpose in calling Ronan over.

"Soul? Skeleton?" Golan was a little confused. "Does this skeleton replace one's own bones?"

“This thing is a bit mysterious, I can’t explain it clearly either. Anyway, the soul is the demonic foundation, something that exists yet doesn’t exist, so the skeleton is the same.” Ronan said, seemingly finding it a bit difficult to understand, then materialized a sword and directly cut a deep gash in his arm, exposing the bone.

The three women were instantly terrified, their hearts leaping into their throats.

"See? My bones are still my bones, not crystal skeletons." Ronan said, ignoring his wound. Red mycelium automatically pulled and sutured the wound, and the entire cut healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, Ronan's forearm had recovered completely.

"This?" All three of them were stunned.

“This is another kind of power, nothing more to say,” Ronan said. “In short, immortality is what I just mentioned.”

Before Ronan could ask any questions, Grand immediately said, "I think the liquefaction method is more suitable for a genius like me."

Everyone wants something simple and convenient, but not everyone can have it. Grandine knew very well that she didn't have the same qualifications as Elena, Agustina, or her sister Alice. If she expressed her desire for a skeleton, she would be incredibly rude.

“I agree,” Ashley chimed in. “Learned knowledge is definitely more suitable.”

Ashley knew her place. She had entered the circle, but hadn't truly entered it. If she showed even the slightest interest in the skeleton, it would put Ronan in a difficult position. As a qualified subordinate, one should never make things difficult for their leader.

But just as Isabel was about to speak, Grand and Ashley spoke up almost simultaneously, "However, I think Isabel is more suited to that kind of frame."

At this point, Isabelle was at a loss for words.

Ronan laughed. He could only say that although both Golan and Ashley were somewhat eccentric and could be described as reckless in some small matters, they were also remarkably clear-headed at times.

"Let's learn first, and we can talk about some things later," Ronan said.

He didn't say he definitely wouldn't give out the skeleton, but he wouldn't give it out anytime soon, including to Isabel.

Having said all that needed to be said about immortality, Ronan leaned back and said, "You called me here for more than just this, didn't you?"

Isabel didn't speak, but instead pressed her legs together even closer. The ceiling light reflected off her bronze-colored stockings at her knees, giving them a glossy sheen.

Ashley's feet, clad in round-toed, single-strap maid shoes, were slightly extended forward, the slightly reflective waxed leather of the shoes contrasting with the matte black stockings that didn't reflect light.

Golan was even bolder; she pulled her dark purple robe up a bit, revealing most of her slender legs encased in purple stockings.

“You know,” Golan said.

"Hahaha." Ronan chuckled dryly. He wouldn't pretend not to understand at this point, but there were some things that needed to be made clear. "You may not know, but I have an agreement with Her Majesty the Queen, which is that I must get her approval to have a lover."

“I think Her Majesty didn’t veto it, did she?” Golan asked.

Ronan didn't answer, but stood up. "Gollan, have a good talk with your sister."

"Do we have to think so much about things between men and women? They're just lovers." Golan suddenly became agitated.

Ronan didn't speak, but just looked at her seriously.

Golan gritted her teeth; she knew Ronan was serious. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Fine."

“Isa, let’s go outside and talk,” Ronan said, walking towards the door.

Isabel hesitated for a moment, then got up and followed.

The two left Isabelle's mansion and went out onto the street.

Ashley glanced at the angry and disappointed Grandan and smiled. "You're right. He is indeed a man with strong desires, but also strong self-control." At this moment, Ashley admired Ronan even more. It wasn't the kind of admiration a woman who loved power, wealth, and strength had for a man who could give her those things, but rather the simple admiration a woman has for a man.

It was already dark outside.

Although the capital city is one of the most prosperous cities in the Western Continent, in this era where nighttime lighting relies on fire, candles, and oil lamps, there are actually only three places that are not dark at night: the place where the poor make a ruckus, the place where the rich indulge in their fun, and the place where magicians gather.

Unfortunately, none of the three people living in Isabel's neighborhood fit the bill. It's a middle-class area, inhabited by civil servants, senior corporate employees, or well-paid artisans.

“You’ve become much quieter lately,” Ronan said first.

"The main problem is that I haven't recovered from being a loser yet," Isabel said self-deprecatingly. It's been almost a year since she lost the throne, and she still hasn't been able to completely let go of it.

Ronan didn't continue the conversation, but instead changed the subject, asking, "What are your plans for the future?"