Yes, Madam Prime Minister

"Let me tell you, this is what happened..."

The third son confessed everything that his chieftain father had told him to Ronan.

First, tell Ronan about a newly excavated ruin. Then, show Ronan the items dug out from the ruin to pique his interest. Next, lead a group of people and Ronan to explore the ruin. On the way to the ruin, poison Ronan and his group and use a coded message to contact the people there. Finally, join forces with the people there to ambush and kill Ronan.

"Who are those people over there?" Ronan asked.

The third brother, Louisson, frowned. "I don't know either. From what he said, he must be someone from the same country as you."

Ronan was not surprised at all. This was clearly the work of those two cunning counts. After learning of Ronan's group's movements, they sent people to the Twin Bear Tribe in advance to set a trap for Ronan.

But something about this is strange.

Why did Louisson confess this to Ronan? If it didn't work out, Henry and Louis would definitely take revenge on the Twin Bears.

Can the Twin Bears tribe afford retaliation? No, they cannot.

If that's the case, why did the Ankara chief send his third son to do this? Doesn't he even know his own son? It's obvious that the third son decided to betray his son the moment he was given the task, without giving it any thought.

Ronan couldn't believe that his father didn't even know his son was this kind of person.

After a moment's thought, Ronan asked, "If you tell me this and ruin his big plan, aren't you afraid your chieftain father will execute you?"

“Pah, I don’t have a father like that. If he makes me do this kind of thing, then he doesn’t treat me like a son. Why should I treat such a vicious bastard as my father?” Louisson cursed directly. “If something happens to you, he will just use my life to appease your anger.”

"Heh." Ronan sneered. "Ask yourself honestly, can your life be exchanged for mine? If something happens to me, the Governor's Mansion will wipe out your Twin Bears tribe. Now think about it, isn't your chieftain father so stupid that he can't even see this?"

The third son, Louis, paused for a moment, realizing he had been thinking too simplistically. Even if his father was being foolish, that white woman couldn't possibly be.

Ronan added, "Your chieftain father has other plans. He might even have expected you to betray him, which is why he sent you to do this."

Louisson was shocked, then his face turned angry. His father was a real scoundrel, actually using him.

“What is he thinking?” Louisson asked.

“How would I know what your chief father is thinking?” Ronan retorted. “However, I can try to guess. He probably intends for me to kill those who want to harm me. When the French colonies are in turmoil, he can seek the protection of the other two families.”

Ronan was wrong. After all, he only had strong observation and analytical skills, but he didn't have the ability to predict the future. He could never have imagined that such a coincidence would happen, with all three families experiencing the same thing.

“I see,” Louisson said, but then his expression turned serious again. “No, if things don’t turn out well, and to prevent the people behind those people from retaliating, won’t I, the one who failed in my job, also die?”

Ronan did not reply.

“No, we can’t do this.” Louisson was anxious. “Mr. Artes, help me. You pretend to fall for the trap, and we’ll lead our men out of the city and then come back to kill him. We’ll also kill my two older brothers and my younger brother. I’ll become the chief, and whatever your governor’s office says will be law.”

As expected of natives who have been bathed in the light of civilization, they have learned to be kind to their fathers and filial to their children.

“No rush, there’s a banquet tonight. Let’s wait and see, maybe I’m wrong,” Ronan said.

“Okay,” the third brother, Louisson, agreed. “I’m leaving now. I can’t let him see through my act.”

Meanwhile, in two other places within the city, the same thing was happening: the equally filial eldest and second eldest sons rushed to their targets and betrayed them.

Chapter 212 Nonsense, Banquet, Holy shit

Not long after returning to the hotel, the person in charge of guiding them arrived. After Ronan and his group tidied up, they followed this person to see the chief, carrying gifts.

On the way, we arrived near the chief's residence. The houses were all two-story wooden huts with triangular, sloping roofs. These houses were much better than the triangular thatched and wooden tents on the outermost edge of the tribe.

Soon, Ronan and his group arrived at the chief's location.

The outermost wall is made of wooden fences. Entering through the gate guarded by soldiers, you will find a brick and stone building. When Ronan first saw this building, he was filled with the novelty of seeing a foreign culture. The first thing he saw was the four totem poles standing at opposite corners in the distance, which instantly gave him a strong sense of primitive mystery. When you get closer, the bottom of the building is a high base. You have to climb a few steps to get to the first floor. There are three floors in total, each floor is smaller. The outer walls are carved with rough and simple relief patterns, and the whole exterior is covered with a layer of yellow mortar.

The windows are vertical square windows, and the edges of the window frames are painted with some colorful patterns, which are quite charming.

The chief met them in the lobby on the first floor.

Stepping onto the first floor, the interior decoration is somewhat indescribable. The thick wooden floors and colorful diamond-patterned carpets are very indigenous, but the oil paintings, decorative porcelain plates in the cabinets, and the large rectangular table and high-backed chairs in the banquet hall are distinctly colonial. This is a completely eclectic style created by white colonists after their arrival, combining local elements with their own cultural habits.

It's not that it looks bad, but compared to other places, it feels really out of place.

If I had to put it into words, it would be the flavor of a future American bumpkin.

Of course, this flavor may not necessarily appear. After all, Ronan, as a reactionary with a sense of justice, will do his best to prevent the birth of the most evil empire in history, similar to the United States, on this land.

Ronan and his group didn't have to wait long before the chief arrived, and Ronan first exchanged gifts with the chief.

Ronan gave an emerald brooch. Its quality and craftsmanship were not top-notch, and it wouldn't fetch a high price in the homeland, but in the colony, it was definitely a good item. Before he set off, he already knew that the chief of the Twin Bear tribe had a very favored white woman by his side, so Ronan specially bought this second-hand item from an official's wife as a gift.

The chief knew nothing about Ronan, so the gift he gave was simple and straightforward: a gold nugget the size of a child's palm with a profile of an indigenous person wearing a feathered crest on it. It was clear that many of these were made specifically to give as gifts.

After exchanging gifts, the chief and Ronan entered into a friendly and cordial conversation—or rather, a discussion.

During the conversation, the Ankara chief gave Ronan, a bureaucrat, quite a surprise. He didn't expect the chief to be so good at talking nonsense. He could easily be a low-level civil servant in the country who only needed to chat in the office.

This made Ronan even more certain that he had entrusted this task to him knowing that his third son was going to betray him.

The father is kind and the son is filial; that's undeniable.

Ronan still couldn't figure out what the chief was thinking.

After rambling on, Ronan and his group left and returned to their hotel.

After lunch, Ronan made some arrangements, leaving the five students in Noah's care. Noah, like Ronan, was a fourth-tier mage. Putting aside magic, his physical strength was such that he was immune to firearms, and few could threaten him. Even if an accident occurred, he could protect the five students. Even if something went wrong, with his "medical skills," he could restore the students to "normal" condition even if they were injured.

What is a miracle doctor? This is a miracle doctor.

Ronan and Elena, on the other hand, strolled around for a while before attending the dinner party.

As dusk fell, Ronan and Elena changed into different clothes and headed to the chief's residence.

Ronan wore his hair slicked back, a white shirt with a pointed collar, an open-front jacket with gold embroidery on the cuffs, custom-made trousers that didn't require a belt, blue-purple stockings, and golden-brown horsehide shoes.

Elena had her hair casually styled in an updo. She was dressed in men's clothing, consisting of a paisley shirt, a tobacco-colored deerskin vest, bootcut trousers, and long boots.

In the evening, Ronan and his companion took their seats.

Other guests were also seated at the same time, namely the Weylanders and the Belials mentioned earlier by the third brother, coincidentally both consisting of a man and a woman.

How can you tell at a glance? By looking at their appearance.

With black hair, not very tall, slightly dark skin, thick eyebrows, and big eyes, he was quite handsome; he was clearly a man from Villa.

With ginger-yellow hair and a bald patch, rough white skin, and uneven eyes, he was ugly in a word. He was definitely a hybrid born from the crossbreeding of the natives and pirates of that wretched island of Wiland.

Don't ask why Ronan uses these words; he's French.

However, the woman next to this Willand bastard was quite beautiful in Ronan's eyes. She was thin, tall, and had a rather large bust. She had golden-red hair, fair skin, no freckles, sharp features, and a cold and aloof demeanor. When she was still, she was expressionless, like a delicate puppet.

The woman next to the Belial man had an elaborate updo, thick black eyebrows, dark eyeliner, large eyes, a slightly plump face, slightly upturned lips, and a tiny bit of a rabbit tooth. She was actually quite pretty, but compared to others, she seemed ordinary. However, she was dressed in gorgeous clothes: a long white dress covered with lace and embroidery, diamond earrings, a pearl necklace, and a ruby ​​bracelet. She was simply rich.

A little while later, the chief, who was the host, arrived and sat in the main seat at the long table.

On the right, Ronan is first, followed by Elena. This is not to say that Ronan is the most distinguished guest, but rather that the Kingdom of Phos's direct colonies are closer to the Twin Bear Tribes. In terms of true strength, the Kingdom's power in the New World is inferior to that of the other two tribes.

On the left were first two Villans, then two Weylanders. What caught Ronan's attention was that the aloof woman had moved to the seat in front of the bald man.

The chief’s three sons sat at the other end of the long table, the eldest in the middle, and the second and third on either side.

The food was served quickly; the first dish was soup.

I stir-fried onions, carrots, celery, and beef, then added tomato sauce, cornstarch, and various spices, and stewed it all together. It sounds a bit strange, and it looks like a mushy mess, but it tastes alright.

The subsequent dishes mainly featured beef and potatoes, with these two ingredients being repeatedly prepared.

Before they knew it, the banquet was almost halfway over. Just when they thought it was about to end, the aloof and elegant woman suddenly smiled at Ronan, then turned and rushed towards Chief Ankara, "Chief, I heard that your tribe recently discovered a very special ruin. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Ronan felt as if he had been punched in the chest. Was this woman saying it unintentionally, or was it intentional? But just then, Ronan noticed that the Villa man had a look of surprise on his face.

This surprised Ronan as well.

It is clear that the Belial people are very interested in the word "ruins".

At this moment, the Villan man's expression suddenly turned serious, because he saw Ronan's expression.

Their eyes met, and they both thought the same thing: "Holy crap!"

Chapter 213 The Mastermind, the Manipulator Behind the Scenes, Let Me See First

The chief hadn't expected this expressionless woman to suddenly bring up the topic of the ruins, and for a moment he was at a loss for words, completely stunned.

The woman who asked the question also noticed the strange behavior between Ronan and the man from Villa, and was momentarily stunned.

When Ronan and Villa saw the woman's expression, they realized one thing: she had indeed asked the question on purpose.

This is even worse.

The three brothers on the other end looked at each other, and they could all see the guilty conscience in each other's eyes. So, what's going on?

An eerie silence suddenly fell over the banquet hall. Even the servants who were about to pour wine and serve food froze, not daring to approach rashly.

After a while, Ronan broke the eerie silence, "To be honest, I'm also very interested in the ruins. Perhaps after the banquet, Chief, you could tell me more about them."

“I think it’s a good idea,” the man from Villa agreed.

The woman who asked the first question nodded.

Several dishes were served in succession, and after a few bites, the meal was over. The performance was skipped, and almost no alcohol was consumed. The banquet ended hastily.

After the banquet, the chief, accompanied by Ronan, the man from Villa, and the expressionless woman from Weyland, left for a room on his second floor.

Elena, the jeweled young lady, and the ugly bald man remained on the first floor.

On the way, Ronan and his two companions introduced themselves to each other. They hadn't introduced themselves before because, for a simple reason, although the three countries were currently at peace, their relationship with each other wasn't very good.

Let's not talk about Wieland and the Kingdom. They are separated by the sea and have been enemies for hundreds of years, loving and hating each other. Even in peacetime, they feel uncomfortable if they don't curse each other every day.

Willand and Villa are rivals at sea. Of course, Villa does not regard the other as an equal opponent, thinking that the other is just a bunch of annoying rotten fish and shrimp, and that his invincible fleet can destroy this broken island nation in one wave.

The relationship between the Kingdom of Villa and the Kingdom of Fas was also poor. Decades ago, although the situation between the Kingdom of Villa and the Kingdom of Fas was not like in Ronan's original timeline, where the territory of a certain Holy Roman Emperor and King of Spain formed an encirclement of France, the Kingdom of Villa and the Kingdom of Fas, which had money, land and soldiers, were still constantly in conflict.

Ultimately, this is a geopolitical issue. Even if this is a world with magic, even if the current royal family of the Kingdom of Fass, the Freigo family, is actually of the origin of a prince in northern Germany, even if there are no Habsburgs in this world, even if the British Isles have all become one, some conflicts are still inevitable, and some historical events will inevitably occur.

This is not a trend that can be changed by one person, one family, one surname, or even one country.

The current trend is that peace could collapse at any moment, or rather, peace has never truly arrived.

Therefore, the three parties did not introduce themselves at the beginning, as if they did not know who the others were, in order to avoid causing any diplomatic incidents.

But now, all three of them are being targeted by their own country's enemies and are now in the same boat, so they have to change their attitude.

“Ronan Risen Artes, magician, bureaucrat,” Ronan introduced himself. Risen was the surname of his magic mentor. Generally, a full-fledged magician would introduce himself by his real name plus his mentor’s surname or the name of the academy he graduated from plus his family name.

“Sebastian Castro Ruiz, a novice mage and soldier,” the Villan man introduced himself.

"Faith, a magician, a nun." The expressionless woman spoke very briefly.

A nun? Not at all, and what right would a nun have to be framed and murdered?

But now is not the time to ask such questions.

Soon, we arrived at our destination.

Chief Ankara took out his rarely used pipe, filled it with tobacco, lit it, took a long drag and exhaled, and said, “The three of you should have already guessed. Yes, it was such a coincidence that before they came to me, three secret messengers also came to me. As for what they wanted from me, I can only say that all three of them wanted me to do the same thing, only the targets and methods were slightly different.”

Although he had already guessed it, Ronan still couldn't help but rub his temples and shake his head helplessly when he heard the chief say it himself. He couldn't believe that such a coincidence could happen in this world, and that he had actually encountered it.

Sebastian smiled, while Faith remained expressionless.

Chief Ankara took another puff. "You are all important people, and I am just a lowly chief. Now, what do you say we should do?"

Ronan simply sat down, resting his elbows on his thighs, his hands interlaced to support his chin, and entered a thinking mode.

He could accept the coincidence that all three parties were plotted against and murdered, and then happened to end up in the same place.

However, the fact that all three schemes were related to the ruins is not a coincidence. There must be another mastermind behind it all, who is manipulating the three parties and trying to lead everyone to the ruins.

Sebastian wasn't thinking as much as Ronan. He was hesitating about whether to leave. He wasn't a fully-fledged mage who wasn't afraid of firearms, so he wanted to take his men and leave quickly, but leaving directly wouldn't be safe either. He did hope to leave with the two of them, since Ronan and his female companion, Faith, and the other guy with the ginger head were all fully-fledged mages.

But it's really hard to bring this up.

Faith remained calm, as if she didn't care at all.

After waiting for a while, Chief Ankara was getting a little impatient. He had been rehearsing his lines for several minutes and was even a little dizzy from smoking.

Finally, Chief Ankara couldn't wait any longer. "Gentlemen, do you have a plan?"

At this moment, Ronan, Sebastian, and Faith all turned their gazes toward the chief.

The chief took a sip of expensive imported black tea to moisten his throat. "I have a small suggestion." The chief's tone remained humble. He couldn't help it; he was merely an upper-class member of the second class, while Ronan and his companions could no longer be simply described as first-class, but as special-class individuals.

“You don’t need to run away. You can pretend to be fooled and go to the ruins. After those people who were lying in ambush come out, my people and you will deal with them together. After that, you can go back to your respective places. If you are really worried, you can go together to the governor’s mansion of the Kingdom of Fas, which is the closest to here. Then the other two families can take a ship back to their own places at the port.”

The chief explained his planned strategy.

Sebastian didn't agree immediately, but his expression betrayed him; he approved of the plan to eliminate the potential assassin and then leave together.

Faith then suddenly looked at Ronan, her gaze suggesting that he should make the decision.