Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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We must also get our hands on those pistols from the Kingdom of Fas; otherwise, we can't fight on land at all.

As for our country's artillery manufacturing technology, it must be kept strictly confidential.

It can only be said that the ideas of excellent imperialist colonial diplomats, or rather, spies in the open, are always quite similar.

On Ronan's side, besides wanting to replicate the secret weapon his opponent suddenly pulled out and strictly guard his own technological secrets, he also had some other ideas.

Ronan found Caterpillar and told him his idea.

"A flying device? If it's only for magicians to use, that's a bit difficult, but not too difficult either."

"Anti-aircraft guns? That won't do; with your technology, you can't make them."

"A better, cheaper cannon? That's easy."

"Steam iron ships? With your current metallurgical technology, it's really difficult. I suggest you develop the economy. With money, you can always buy technology and shipbuilding materials."

"Armor that defends against magic pistols? That's a technology you developed, and I'm not very familiar with it. You should have let the technical department make it, and let the people who made the 'spear' develop the 'shield.' That would be more reasonable, wouldn't it?"

"Actually, you don't need to be nervous. Steam engines have already been deployed here, and we also have the most developed agriculture. Agriculture supports industry, and in a few years, our national strength will be the best in the Western Continent. At that time, we can produce more magicians and win without even lifting a finger."

Kate Pierre is very optimistic about Ronan's France; she habitually refers to this place as France.

Spain's iron industry on the southwestern peninsula is failing, its manufacturing sector is in disarray, and its agriculture is mediocre. It's currently relying entirely on silver to stay afloat, but it won't last much longer.

As for the island nation of England in the northwest, it has industrial potential, but its current technological level is lagging behind, and its agriculture is also much worse. The high-yield wheat and soybeans produced in Ronan alone are overwhelming for this era.

The Empire of Will is even worse; it's already in a state of division, and that division will only worsen, leading to its eventual disintegration.

“I call it being cautious,” Ronan said.

"Whatever makes you happy, haha." Kate Peter just chuckled.

Before leaving, Ronan asked about something else, "You've been doing well lately, have you recovered?"

“That’s right, I’m basically back to being ageless now,” Kate Pellegrini replied. “If you could give me a copy of that skeleton, that would be perfect.”

"You still need this?" Ronan asked, frowning. His intuition told him that something was wrong.

“The skeleton is a solid soul. This magician named Stefan has created a liquid soul based on the research of previous magicians. I have also heard that in the far east, there is another way to achieve immortality, which may be a gaseous soul. If we can combine these methods and study them carefully, perhaps I can find a way to truly live forever.”

"Kate Peter said."

“I’m sorry, I can’t give you the skeleton.” Ronan refused.

Of the ten skeletons, five remain.

Kate Pelle poked Ronan's calf with her toe. "It's just research. Who knows, if I do some research, I might even find a way to manufacture it."

"If you promise to work for me for life if you break it, I'll give you one to study," Ronan stated.

“If you break it, I’ll work for you for another ten years,” Kate Peter countered.

"For a lifetime," Ronan insisted, refusing to budge.

"Oh, forget it then." Kate Pierre stopped talking back. She thought working for Ronan for three years was too long, let alone a lifetime.

"Never mind, never mind," Ronan said, turning to leave.

Kate Pelle reached out and pressed Ronan's shoulder. "Wait, there's no use keeping your skeleton. The method given by that magician Stefan, combined with soul transfer magic, can already achieve immortality. If you want someone to achieve immortality, just use this method, right?"

“First, whether I give it to you or not is my business. Second, can the average person learn this method?” Ronan countered.

Kate Peter paused for a moment, "Okay, I admit that with the aptitude of ordinary people, this kind of soul liquefaction is simply impossible to learn, including you and that white-haired guy. It requires extraordinary rational logical thinking ability as well as emotional comprehension ability. If you want others to live forever, you can probably only rely on those skeletons. But didn't I say that you should study it? Maybe you can crack the manufacturing method. Don't forget, I come from the same place as the person who made this thing."

Ronan spread his hands, feigning innocence, "I didn't say you couldn't do the research, I just said if you break it, you'll work for me for the rest of your life."

After hesitating for a long time, Kate Pellegrini finally managed to say, "Ten years, no more than that."

“Thirty years,” Ronan said, relaxing the terms.

"Twenty years, is that alright?" Caterpillar countered again.

"Deal," Ronan agreed.

Kate Peter happily took the crystal skull skeleton with her.

The next day, Ronan had just finished a meeting and left the palace when Kate Pelle approached her.

Ronan glanced at her cold, robotic face and immediately guessed the outcome. He was momentarily unsure whether to be happy or angry. "You failed?"

“It failed,” Kate Peller replied, but then added, “but I didn’t break it.”

"Hmm?" Ronan asked, puzzled.

"Damn it, this wasn't made by her at all, it was made by a person. I knew it, how could she have this level of skill? Honestly, from the moment you said you went through a trial of a real illusion, I should have realized it was a person, not her." Kate Peter was extremely disappointed.

“However, I didn’t come away empty-handed. I gained some inspiration, and perhaps one day I will be able to do it too,” Kate Peter said.

Caterpillar then returned the skeleton to Ronan.

Before long, it was the end of July. Ambrina's belly was getting bigger, and she started to have some inconveniences. Ronan, the "Vice-King," began to preside over the royal council in her place.

Chapter 418 She gave birth, you tyrant, her first time postpartum.

In early August, the Kingdom of Fas and three princes of the Rhine region formally signed a coal supply agreement.

The coal-iron integration plan was officially launched, laying the foundation for the arrival of the industrial age.

In mid-August, the Technical Division of the Security Bureau of the Ministry of the Interior and the military industry began to cooperate on projects such as flight devices, iron cannons, and armor for defending against magic pistols.

The saying goes, "Stockpile grain, not guns." Your home is a granary; stockpile guns, not grain. Everywhere is a granary. Military preparedness is something you must always maintain.

In mid-September, Villa and Weyland signed a ceasefire agreement, bringing an end to a war in which there were no winners or losers.

Both sides began intensive military modernization. When their attempts to purchase technology failed, the Kingdom of Fas suddenly saw a surge in spies. The Security Bureau under the Ministry of the Interior became busy, fully engaged in the work of preventing and apprehending spies.

Of course, this level of technology isn't that cutting-edge, and it will be copied sooner or later, but it's enough to hold onto it for a few years until we upgrade it ourselves.

At the end of October, Ambrina gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, via natural delivery, and Ronan became a father.

The situation is ideal. The boy inherited the Freigo family's summoning magic and was born with it in its proper place, while the girl did not, and whether she can become a magician in the future is unknown.

That's good. This way, once the boy grows up smoothly, Ronan will announce that the princess will be selected through an open examination, thereby encouraging more women to receive an education.

This was certainly not to improve the status of women, nor could he do so. Ronan did it because he wanted to use men like livestock and women like men.

For the sake of a strong nation, all citizens, regardless of gender, must strive, and after striving, they must be grateful.

In October, another thing happened: Agustina and Elena were both pregnant, and their pregnancies were starting to show, but it didn't affect their work for the time being, only their daytime jobs.

Elena had always wanted a child, so Ronan granted her wish after Ambrina became pregnant.

Ronan strongly suspects that Elena was affected by her childhood, after all, she was born in Vena, which is Italy, and grew up in a family where she was supported by many relatives. Moreover, her family was, how should I put it, a vibrant social organization, that's probably it.

Agustina has no interest in children, but her father does. After coming to the Kingdom of Phos, her father married a young woman who bore Agustina two younger sisters, but no sons. Now that he is old, although he can still live that kind of life, he can no longer have children.

If a son won't work, then a grandson will do. Although Agustina gave birth to an illegitimate child, with some manipulation, he can become her father's biological grandson.

Although this made Agustina's son her nephew, she was very happy, as she didn't have to take care of the child, which was wonderful.

In late November, at Ronan's request, Ambrina returned to the throne after nearly a month of rest.

In this era, childbirth is a very dangerous thing for ordinary women, but it's different for magicians.

Ambrina was in good physical and mental condition. She even deliberately nitpicked and berated the Prime Minister in front of all the ministers at a ministerial meeting.

This left the high-ranking officials in the central government somewhat puzzled.

As is well known, Ambrina trusted her husband Ronan very much. Not only during the months she was away, but even when she was still alive, Ronan made most of the decisions.

Ronan and the Prime Minister had a very good understanding—yes, a good understanding. At first, no one realized this, but if they still didn't catch on after a while, they might as well quit being officials and go home to grow potatoes.

So, what does Her Majesty Queen Ambrina mean by this?

Nighttime, on the large bed in the royal palace.

"Ronan, how was my move?" Ambrina asked, holding Ronan's penis in one hand.

“Not bad,” Ronan praised.

In reality, Ambrina didn't have any ulterior motives; she was simply playing the "unfathomable heart" trick.

She's increasingly resembling a tyrant, spending most of her time on entertainment, playing music, acting, and enjoying gourmet food. Recently, she's even gotten into clothing and jewelry design, but she occasionally shows up to make her presence known while deliberately keeping everyone guessing. She even has someone else, Ronan, acting as her spokesperson.

Of course, Ronan was no better. He possessed all the monstrous qualities of a nation, including "femme fatale," "chief eunuch," "chief minister," and "powerful minister." If he were released, he would be the kind of person that all discerning people in the world would want to kill.

Jokingly, Ambrina flipped over and lay on top of Ronan, tightly clamping her breasts around his erect penis, her head down, and began to give him oral sex.

After giving birth, Ambrina's breasts also grew larger, from between a B and a C cup to a D cup, and her buttocks also became much fuller, but they were still so soft, like marshmallows, and could be squeezed into various shapes.

At this moment, Ambrina was wearing thick white open-crotch stockings, the color of which accentuated her voluptuous figure.

After Ronan dug and poked at her with his hands, Ambrina couldn't hold back any longer. She turned around, grabbed Ronan's crotch, and sat down hard.

He immediately let out a high-pitched cry, his whole body trembled twice, his hands pressed against Ronan's pectoral muscles, his toes curled inward, and he paused for several seconds before slowly starting to move.

Ronan also reached out and grabbed and massaged Ambrina's breasts.

After a while, Ronan carried Ambrina off the bed and led her to the standing full-length mirror.

Ronan began to penetrate her from behind while she was standing. Ambrina tried to press her hands against the mirror to maintain her balance, but Ronan held her soft waist, preventing her from moving forward. She couldn't touch the mirror at all. With nowhere to lean on, Ambrina was constantly thrusting by Ronan, her hips undulating wave after wave. At just over 1.6 meters tall, she could only stand on tiptoe, supporting her entire body with the balls of her feet. Her whole body swayed constantly with Ronan's movements, as if she were about to fall apart at any moment.

As Ronan listened to Ambrina's constant moans and looked at her wildly swaying breasts in the mirror, and the fleshy hole being repeatedly penetrated beneath her thick black pubic hair, he became increasingly excited.

Ambrina's orgasm came faster than she had imagined. In the end, she squirted water from her lower body, soaking her white stockinged thighs, and sprayed milk from her upper body, even splashing onto the mirror.

Ronan released his grip, and Ambrina's body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

At the same moment, at Isabelle's mansion, she sat at a small table with Ashley and Golan.

Golan tapped on the table. "Sister Isa, Golden Retriever and Agustina are both pregnant. Dinia is the type who wants it one minute and doesn't the next. This is a great opportunity for us."

"You came here just to talk about such indecent things?" Isabel said.

“How is this being inappropriate? Putting aside personal factors, this is all about power. In a department like ours, without those kinds of connections, can we be trusted all the time?” Golan retorted, then continued, “Ronan is a freak. He’s not like those men who deny everything after they’ve done their job.”

“Gran is right,” Ashley chimed in. “Besides, Your Highness, don’t you quite like that man?”

Isabel immediately became agitated, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Tsk, I wonder who it was back then who invited someone to see a stage play late at night."

Chapter 419 Power, Immortality, and the Mistakes Every Man Makes

Isabel covered her forehead with one hand, and with the other hand, she pinched a clump of flesh from her thigh through her skirt and pantyhose, then released it, then pinched it again, and released it again.

His face was somber, and after a long silence, he slowly spoke, "Let's get down to business."

Golan stopped joking around. Her small feet, previously wrapped in champagne-colored stockings and resting on the carpet, were back in her slippers. She sat up straight and emphasized seriously again, "Isha, this is serious business. You don't think we'll have a good future after doing all this, do you? Although we won't have any problems with him around, he's said more than once that he'll retire and leave sooner or later. When that happens, do you think your sister's son will allow you to continue controlling this department? Once you lose this power, will you have a good ending?"

"At worst, I can run away. Can you run away?"

"Let's not talk about the distant future, but about the immediate future. Ronan and Dinia can't stay in the Ministry of the Interior forever. Don't you want to move up in rank?"

Golan posed a soul-searching question.

Ashley didn't speak, but simply dangled her toes from her black-stockinged foot around her slippers while looking at Grandma with admiration. It was truly remarkable that a girl who was actually well-protected could have such clear understanding at her age.

Isabel looked up at Grand, "In the end, it's you who wants to be Ronan's woman."

“Of course.” Golan did not deny it at all. “I have loved him since I was a child. I dream of him entering my body. He probably thought it was all because he saved me, took care of me, and educated me when I was most helpless, so I became attached to him. But that’s not the case. He doesn’t understand how outstanding and fascinating he is.”

As she spoke, Golan became engrossed in her fantasies about Ronan.

“Damn it, you almost changed the subject.” Grand suddenly realized, “This isn’t just about me. He knows a secret that most people in this world don’t know. Last time he said he would talk to us about immortality after dealing with the White Tower, but did he say it? He didn’t.”

"Based on my observations, I have to suspect that Her Majesty the Queen, my sister, that damned Elena, and Agustina may have already achieved immortality."

"They have one thing in common, which I think needs no further explanation."

"Don't you want to?"

Golan asked.

Isabel did not respond, but sometimes not responding is also a form of answer.

Who doesn't want to live forever?

Isabel certainly wanted it. She not only wanted immortality, but also wanted to hold onto power, do more of what she wanted to do, and get closer to her ideals. In addition, she admitted that she had feelings for Ronan.

"Although he didn't say it, the fact that someone as cautious as him would let us know this means one thing," Golan continued.

Ashley's slipper landed on the floor, her toes dangling, and she asked, "Does that mean we're qualified?"

She didn't have many ambitions. Ideals, emotions, and even immortality were not things she could aspire to. However, she hoped to maintain the life she was currently living, which made her feel quite good. As for the price of becoming Ronan's woman, well, that was a price to pay.

In this country, it's no exaggeration to say that the number of women who want to be Ronan's mistress could stretch from the capital to the Mediterranean Sea.