Yes, Madam Prime Minister

In the next instant, Ronan moved, and in a flash, six blood flowers bloomed in the air. When Ronan stood still again, the old Haidi people and their group had all turned into corpses.

Trisca and his five companions were completely dumbfounded. How could they have been killed so suddenly?

Ronan sheathed his longsword. "Alright, Triska, go and set up the teleportation array."

Three hours later, the teleportation array on the island was activated, and Triska, holding the resonance stone, began to cast resonance magic.

Soon, white flashes resembling breathing lights began to appear on the ground. Seeing this familiar white light, Ronan knew that this matter could finally come to an end.

After a moment of disorientation, when Ronan and his group opened their eyes again, they found themselves in an unfamiliar place. Looking around, they were on the top of a mountain, and in the distance, it seemed to be an island.

Ronan and his companions descended the mountain and headed towards the edge of the island. Along the way, they realized where they were.

They are now on Sacco Island, their original vacation destination.

Upon arriving at a seaside town on Saco Island, Ronan immediately asked someone what the date was.

Chapter 85 The Charity Estate: Interpreting the Text – Unconventional

Time is impossible to tell on that island in that alternate dimension, so Ronan's biggest concern right now is how much time has passed.

Upon being asked, Ronan was initially surprised, but then beamed with joy.

The surprise came from the fact that the townsman told Ronan it was November 5th.

Ronan and his group set off on November 2nd, only two and a half days after they left Wright City. They encountered a submarine on the first night of their voyage and landed on the island in that alternate dimension at midnight on the second day.

In other words, only two and a half days had passed in normal time, but the three days and nights they experienced on the island in the alternate dimension were equivalent to only two or three hours outside.

The reason for their laughter was simple: their original plan was to spend two days sailing to Saco Island, spend two more days there, and then return to Leyte, for a total of one week.

This means that although they disappeared at sea, no one would find it unusual, because normally they would arrive at Saco Island around the same time, only half a day late.

As for the fact that their original ship is gone, so be it. Ronan can just tell Fatty Pierre and everything will be fine.

Knowing there was nothing wrong, Ronan completely relaxed and began to arrange the next schedule. "I'll take you to a manor later. We can rest tomorrow, relax, and find a boat. It would be best if we could find a pleasure boat, but if not, we can have a cargo ship take us back."

Before long, Ronan led his group to the Wright Estate on Saco Island.

We live in an agricultural era now. There are many tourists, but the tourism industry is lacking, at least not in places like Saco Island, so there are no dedicated resort hotels.

Wright Estate used to belong to Ronan's family, but when Ronan later renounced his title, he also handed over his family property to the state, including this estate on the island of Saco.

This place, though called a manor, has actually become a charity hotel, specifically for those who have made outstanding contributions to the special city. Who are these outstanding contributors? Naturally, they are the city hall officials who have worked hard for the better lives of the citizens.

As for the money needed to maintain this place, it is of course the charitable donations from the conscientious businessmen of the seven special cities.

Of course, we will invite some enthusiastic citizens when appropriate. Although their contributions are not as great as those of the officials, they are still contributions, aren't they?

The interior of the manor was simply decorated, and the dinner was also simple.

There were four dishes: scrambled eggs with butter, chicken soup, garlic shrimp, and pan-fried fish, served with bread.

"These scrambled eggs are pretty good," Ambrina complimented in a flat tone.

Ronan took on the role of tour guide, introducing to Ambrina, "Sacco chicken is a breed bred from the fat chickens of the south and the chickens of the island. The meat itself is of good quality, and the eggs are especially delicious. When made with scrambled eggs in butter and a little bit of dried shrimp bits, it is the most famous delicacy here."

The meal was finished quickly.

As night fell, Ronan quietly found Ambrina and called her to his room.

Ronan spoke up, "Your Highness, how about we take a look at that book together? I don't quite recognize the words, so I hope you can help me."

He still hoped that Ambrina could help decipher the text in the book.

Ambrina hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed, "Okay."

Ronan opened the door and then put down a pair of slippers woven from fine linen and sewn with two layers of soft cloth.

Ambrina sat down on the edge of the bed, took off her ankle boots, and put on slippers to make her round, white-stockinged feet, which had been walking for most of the day. She felt much more comfortable. She even subconsciously wanted to stretch, but she immediately dismissed the thought. She didn't want to show her lazy and casual side to Ronan.

After Ronan lit the fireplace, he handed her the book.

Ambrina took the book, glancing out of the corner of her eye, and noticed that Ronan was sitting quite far away from her. "Ronan, you're sitting so far away, can you even see the words?"

Ronan's eyelids twitched upon hearing this. He was slow-witted in some ways, but not to that extent.

Would this princess be lusting after him? No way, Ronan has absolutely no interest in being the future queen's lover. He's not like some Phos men who enjoy being like-minded with others.

"Well, I apologize for my rudeness." Ronan moved a little closer, but luckily he had one advantage: he would never get up unless he saw the legs, so it was fine no matter how close he got.

Ambrina opened the book with both hands and began to read softly, "I am another division, oh no, a descendant of another civilization, writing to this world a connection, um, no, a link to destiny."

You misread two parts of a sentence. Either Ambrina's knowledge of the old empire is very weak, or the other person's word choice is too archaic.

If Ronan had studied the Old Empire's language, he would have known it was the latter, because the word "division of labor" is the etymology of "civilization," and the two words were almost spelled the same over a thousand years ago.

Ambrina continued, though she made mistakes from time to time, and there were even parts she didn't know how to translate at all. However, Ronan generally understood the content of the beginning of the book.

First, there's the author. According to Ronan's speculation, the person who wrote the book came from the civilization that created the gardener Tyr.

Unfortunately, the author barely mentions anything about himself or his civilization.

All Ronan knew was that when they discovered the fact that the two worlds had intersected, their civilization was actually already in a state of collapse. Their last remaining remnants of the old humanity planned to come to this world to rebuild civilization, so they tried to establish seven relatively stable connection points to connect their worlds. The deserted dead city that Ronan and Dinia had visited before was one of them. However, that dead city was not a city built by the author's civilization, but rather part of their city museum.

Their city was far more advanced and developed than that dead city.

The island is a secluded place created by the author himself, not a connecting point.

As for why they didn't come directly, what exactly the connection point is, and why there was no follow-up after the connection point was established, the book doesn't mention a single word about it.

There's no information whatsoever about the "person" who stole the original seed and is very likely the founder of the Seven Saints Church, as Gardener Tyr once mentioned, or Ronan, whom Gardener Tyr called the "Reader."

After briefly describing the so-called connection point, the author suddenly changed the subject.

"Let's talk about your strange world."

"When we first came to this world, we found that the geographical environment here was very similar to our world, but there were still considerable differences. Logically speaking, such differences should have been enough to cause significant differences in the physical appearance of human individuals and the development of civilization in the two worlds. However, the differences are very small. The humans here are almost the same as we were in the past, except for magic."

"This is unreasonable, not because it violates common sense, but because it violates objective laws."

"The following content is impossible to express using the world's original phonetic script, because these words are completely incapable of accurately conveying my meaning."

Chapter 86 Illiterate, the Anti-Logic Clan, the Origin of the Primal Species

Ambrina put down her book and handed it to Ronan. "I don't recognize these words at the end."

Ronan took the book, looked at it, and sure enough, it was that experience again where you couldn't understand it one second, and then suddenly the text became understandable.

“Your Highness, this is a bit complicated. Let me read these paragraphs first and then I’ll explain it to you,” Ronan said, as he began reading the following text.

From this point on, the author's entire style changes. Immediately following the previous sentence, it says, "Hahaha, finally I don't have to write with this primitive script anymore. I almost forgot that this way of writing with a pen is very primitive. It really feels like I've come back to life."

"In short, this world was created by 'God,' but of course we don't consider these beings to be gods."

"We call such irrational beings, those that cannot be judged by logic, 'the anti-logic race.' Of course, if we put them in this world, even a thousand years from now, people in this world can only understand them as gods. However, you, who are reading what I am writing, may be able to understand some of it, haha."

The author describes the anti-logic family as follows: they are omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent.

It sounds like an omniscient and omnipotent god.

And yet they are also illogical; the same individual can be immortal or choke to death by a mouthful of water, much like a person with infinite power creating a stone that they cannot lift.

They can create worlds, or they can be knocked unconscious with a single blow. They might be able to answer any question you ask, but they might not even be able to solve the simplest arithmetic problem. They might be right next to you, and from birth to death, they might just be a less successful friend than you, showing no special qualities. But they could also exist at any moment in the past or future, in any place, transcending time and space.

Even when you think he's an anti-logic, he might not be.

You may not be able to use logic to presume this existence, but that is not certain either, because "lack of logic" is also a kind of "incompetence," while they are capable of "being capable."

In short, anti-logic families do not have cause and effect, only can or cannot. This can or cannot contain the logic of existence, that is to say, anti-logic families can also have logic.

"...Your Highness, that's roughly how it is. However, what I'm relaying is my understanding, and my understanding is also a kind of logic, so it may not be a correct description of them."

After Ronan finished reading it, he relayed his understanding to Ambrina in the following way.

"Uh."

Ambrina was completely bewildered. What was all this? It was like the ramblings of a drunkard. Apart from the statement "This world was created by God," she didn't understand a single word.

In fact, including the content at the beginning, such as otherworldly civilizations and connection points, she didn't quite understand them either.

This was entirely within Ronan's expectations. In this world that had not yet entered the industrial age, even a group of rational thinkers like magicians could hardly comprehend such a high-tech civilization, especially since the author had not provided any detailed descriptions and had only mentioned it casually.

This is also a major reason why Ronan felt comfortable letting her read this book.

"Maybe this is just some otherworldly demon talking nonsense after inhaling too much gas. Your Highness, you don't need to take it seriously," Ronan casually remarked.

“You can’t say that,” Ambrina suddenly and firmly denied. “Ronan, you can understand his writing, he’s definitely not a demon.”

Ronan nodded. "Sorry, I made an inappropriate joke."

“Ronan, you must never make jokes like that in front of others,” Ambrina warned with utmost seriousness. “Also, never reveal that you can understand this strange script.”

Ronan nodded repeatedly.

As Ronan continued, he discovered that the text that followed had changed to an old imperial script that he did not recognize.

Ronan opened the book and faced Ambrina. "Well, Your Highness, we'll have to rely on you again from now on, but you must be tired. Let's stop here for now."

“I’m fine, it’s nothing,” Ambrina said.

"It's getting late, let's leave it at that for now. I'm really sorry to trouble you, Your Highness." Ronan reiterated his hope that Ambrina would leave first.

“It’s nothing, we’re friends,” Ambrina said, a little embarrassed. “I’ve been so grateful to you all along the way, this is all I can do to help you with this little thing.”

“It is an honor to be regarded as a friend by His Highness,” Ronan said, maintaining a “sincere” smile.

If we don't say it this way, how else can we say it?

Do you mean I have no desire to be your friend, Princess? You'd better hurry back to the capital, or what if your king father finds out and sends dozens of mages to obliterate me?

In fact, Ronan had a pretty good impression of Ambrina. She was kind and innocent, but she was neither weak nor stupid. From that perspective alone, making friends with her wouldn't be a bad idea.

But she is the heir to the throne, and Ronan really can't afford to be friends with her.

“Well then, I’ll head back now,” Ambrina said. “You get some rest.”

“Good night, Your Highness,” Ronan replied.

The next morning, after breakfast, Ronan did not go out for a stroll but stayed in the house to rest. Unexpectedly, Ambrina came and knocked on his door, saying that she would continue to help him interpret the following passage.

Ronan agreed.

Following on from the previous article, after discussing the anti-logic family, the author went on to ramble on for a long time.

In short, the connection point is dead. People from this world can't go to their world, and people from their world can't come to Ronan's current world.

Upon seeing this sentence, Ronan immediately felt relieved. He only wanted to live a peaceful life as a civil servant in this world. Of course, it would be even better if he could get promoted. As for adventure and exploration, he only wanted to do it occasionally as a pastime. He had no interest in exploring the truth of the world, and he didn't want to fight with people all the time.

Having discussed the connection points, the author begins to introduce what he left behind.

First, there's that miracle drug. According to him, it's an enhancement potion with added original ingredients, but it's specifically prepared for "construction worker" Luna.

If Ronan isn't mistaken, "construction worker" Luna is the "moon goddess" that Elena and the others worship. Wow, so the moon goddess is a bricklayer.

Here, the author also specifically mentions the "original species," which are special artificial life forms used by these old humans to purify and transform the post-apocalyptic environment.

As civilization entered a period of decline, they originally intended to use advanced artificial intelligence robots to completely eliminate insurgents who called themselves revolutionaries and maintain stability.

Unexpectedly, a mistake occurred during the process, and a massive number of highly intelligent robots attempted to eliminate all of humanity.

Although they have long regarded artificial intelligence as a potential "anti-human group," most humans have uploaded their consciousness to the network, only waking up in turns to maintain it, like gods. Artificial intelligence, however, is confined to robotic bodies, not allowed to freely connect to the internet, much like humans in the past.

but……

Chapter 87 Explanation, Advice, and Opening the Box

However, under such conditions, the advanced artificial intelligence that defined "eliminating the rebels" as "annihilating all of humanity" still caused irreparable consequences.

Afterwards, some people said that humanity's failure was precisely because those who remained on Earth began to consider themselves gods, becoming incredibly corrupt and decadent.

Conversely, these highly intelligent robots possess the emotions and spirit that humans once had; they are angry, brave, and firmly believe that humans can conquer nature.

"God" won, but "humans" also killed God, turning the entire ecosystem into an environment where humans could hardly survive, and putting Earth's civilization into its final countdown.

In an attempt to save civilization, the remnants of humanity, awakened from their devastation, created the "original species" in an effort to modify the environment.

"It's a pity I won't live to witness the day when humanity is revived, but perhaps that's a good thing. Having experienced death, I've finally become human again. Life without the stages of naivety and fearlessness and old age and death, and only having self-righteous maturity, is a terrible thing. Ha, I, an engineer, have become like a foolish scholar."

This passage is the author's original quote.

Having finished the digression, the author began to introduce the white jar and the black jar.

The white jar contained special seeds of some high-yield crops that he had obtained. It required the use of psychic abilities to complete the initial breeding. It seems that Ronan was right; this white jar was the same one he had obtained from the gardener Tyr.

Inside the black jar were the seeds of a magical plant, a variety he had cultivated from the monsters he encountered after arriving in this world.

“Magical plants?” Ambrina was stunned when she read this.