Yes, Madam Prime Minister

His personality is such that he prefers a stable, peaceful, and manageable daily rhythm, but he is also fascinated by occasional challenges and loss of control.

The two maids didn't know how to describe their young master.

At this moment, Ronan stood still with his eyes closed, and everyone else looked at him without saying a word, afraid of disturbing his thoughts.

Although Frederick, John, and Nadia knew very well that Ronan was an enemy, and Ronan kept emphasizing this point with his aggressive words, they still couldn't help but regard Ronan as the guiding light for the team. Since entering the valley, it was always Ronan who took the lead in discovering problems and solving mysteries, allowing them to get closer and closer to their goal.

“I think there shouldn’t be any traces of human activity here. If there were, we would have found them yesterday. In fact, we haven’t found any traces of human activity in this valley in the past few days.”

Ronan said.

Nadia, Frederick, and John looked at Ronan, thinking to themselves, "Isn't this just stating the obvious?"

“But this place must not have been formed naturally, right?” Ronan asked himself and answered, “This place must not have been formed naturally. In the end, it is a giant man-made nature.”

I feel like I understand less and less, and all three of them feel the same way.

Ronan continued, completely absorbed in his own world of thought, "True nature and artificial nature are different. True nature is not actually that natural, while artificial nature is too natural."

Okay, I can't understand it at all anymore.

There's a saying that fantasy is more real than reality. To give an analogy, the scenery painted by a painter is more harmonious and has more of a natural beauty than the real natural scenery.

"And in the painting we are in, the most beautiful stroke is actually the one that looks natural but is the most unnatural, because it is the stroke that pursues beauty to the extreme."

Everyone else had given up trying to understand, but Ambrina felt that she did.

“Ambrina, although I don’t know how you did it, you saw the best stroke and stopped to admire it.”

"It's up to you, Ambrina. Only you can do it now."

Ronan said to Ambrina.

He guessed that perhaps the princess possessed an extraordinary aesthetic sense, which is why she found that most natural yet most unnatural stroke.

Ronan was right, but that's not all. Ambrina is also a flower lover, and her dream is to live a leisurely and peaceful life in a garden she creates herself.

“But Ambrina, you must make a choice that aligns with your inner thoughts.”

Ronan said.

"On the contrary?" Ambrina asked, puzzled.

Ronan added, “That’s right. When you saw that place yesterday, you must have done something, but today you have to make a different choice. Otherwise, you’ll probably still be the only one who can go in.”

“I understand.” Ambrina nodded emphatically, clenching her fist slightly. “Leave it to me.”

Ambrina looked at the puzzled expressions on everyone else's faces, smiled, and looked up at the sky. "Granny, if you were still alive, you would definitely read me the story of 'The Baron and the Painter of Souls,' right? Only she understood him, and only he understood her story."

Ronan didn't know what was wrong with the princess suddenly looking up at the sky in a daze, but he wouldn't disturb her. Although he had found a solution, it could only be implemented by Ambrina, and he couldn't let it affect her state of mind.

The others remained silent as well.

Ambrina began to move, and a few minutes later, she came to a cluster of flowers and looked down at the most beautiful purple flower.

She was mindful of making the opposite choice.

Chapter Seventy-Six: Introduction, Magic, Left and Right

The voice of "the opposite choice" kept repeating in Ambrina's mind, but she didn't actually know what she had done yesterday.

Seeing Ambrina's hesitation, Ronan prompted her, "Trust yourself. Yesterday, you must have followed your heart without any unnecessary considerations."

Ambrina nodded, then squatted down and reached out her hand toward the most beautiful and vibrant flower.

Nadia, Frederick, and John all looked surprised and even wanted to stop him, because Ronan had said to make the opposite choice. How could you pick the flower?

Logically speaking, seeing such a beautiful flower, especially one that is in full bloom and about to wither, one should pick it for decoration.

Should we stop her? The better option would be to stand there and admire her. At this moment, even Alice was worried that Ambrina hadn't made the "right" choice.

Ambrina plucked the flower without hesitation.

It's too late, it's over.

Ambrina's face was full of confidence; she had never been as confident in her life as she was at this moment.

She firmly believed that she would never pick the flowers if she followed her heart; she would only stand there silently admiring them. Therefore, the opposite choice was to pick the flowers.

The next moment, a strange scene appeared before everyone's eyes. As Ambrina tore off the flower, it was as if she had ripped off an entire layer of an oil painting, revealing another layer. And this revealed layer was not the background of the painting, but another painting altogether.

It's like scraping off one painting to reveal another.

The scene here has been torn apart, revealing a different picture.

This time, Ambrina didn't disappear alone like she did yesterday when no one knew about her; she was still standing there, perfectly fine.

Right in front of her, an open entrance to an underground passage appeared.

Everyone was stunned, as if they were statues.

“Beautiful,” Ronan said, praising Ambrina for doing a great job, and also praising himself for finding the right approach.

Whether it's a simple reasoning problem or an artistic puzzle, Ronan can solve them all.

"Let's go, the temple isn't far from us."

"Ronan said, and we headed toward the entrance."

These words snapped everyone out of their daze, and they quickly followed Ronan's footsteps.

Ronan went first, followed by Ambrina.

Soon, the group descended from the surface to the underground. After a long journey, they emerged from the narrow tunnel and arrived at an incredibly spacious place.

In front of us is a huge square pool, which I estimate to be over 60 square meters. In the middle of the pool wall directly opposite us is a huge bronze dragon head. The dragon's open mouth is constantly spraying water into the pool, and steam is constantly rising from the pool. Obviously, the dragon head is dispensing hot water.

This is where Ambrina took a bath yesterday.

The walls surrounding the bathtub are covered with murals made of brightly colored mosaic tiles.

Right behind the huge bronze faucet is the only door here, a closed double door.

Walking past the edge of the enormous bath, the group arrived at the door. Unlike the magnificent and grand bath, the double doors in front of them were not large. They were covered with silver arabesque patterns, still magnificent, but lacking in grandeur.

However, what Ronan cared about was not that door, but that it wasn't a typical sliding double door; it also had a lock.

Ronan removed the key and inserted it into the keyhole. At first, he felt that the key was too small and did not fit perfectly inside the keyhole. But in the next instant, the key became larger and even its structure changed, fitting perfectly inside the lock.

Unlike the previous encounter at that ruin, this time, Ronan opened the door with a simple twist of the knob.

When the door opened, everyone, including Ronan, expected to enter a huge, luxurious palace-like space. However, the reality was completely the opposite of what they had imagined.

Upon entering, Ronan and his group arrived at a room resembling a living room. The room was smaller than the bathtub and could only be described as small and exquisite.

This place seems to have nothing to do with the word "temple," but if this is not a temple, then where is the temple?

Just as Ronan was about to ask the team leader Nadi, she walked straight into another room.

It seems this is indeed a temple; she knew some information about it beforehand.

Not only her, but Frederick and John also walked away without saying a word. John looked around, while Frederick started rummaging through drawers and even lifting up sofa cushions. Clearly, these two had different goals than Nadi.

"Young Master, what about us?" Elena asked Ronan, seeing that the other party had begun to act.

“No rush, they’re just like headless flies,” Ronan said.

Ronan said this not because he didn't want to take action, but because he was literate and recognized the characters here, just like he had done in the gardener Tyrell's botanical garden before.

The others were clearly illiterate.

Ronan walked toward the sofa, intending to look at the book on the coffee table that Frederick had flipped through a couple of times and then tossed aside.

However, just as Ronan was about to take that step, that strange feeling he had experienced in the forest returned, and this time it was even more intense.

No, Ronan realized something was wrong. If the feeling before was just like the surge of magic power during advancement, then this was something else entirely.

His magic power is rapidly increasing, and the amount of magic power is quickly approaching the level of the third tier.

It can't be said that there were absolutely no warning signs, after all, there were unusual reactions in the forest before, but who could have predicted the surge in magic power based on the anomalies in the forest?

Anyway, Ronan doesn't have that kind of inexplicable ability to make connections.

Now, Ronan could only pretend everything was normal, just like he had done in the forest, and continue walking toward the sofa. He had no choice; if he was discovered to be acting strangely, the other party might take action. And it was extremely easy for a magician to make mistakes when casting spells while his magic was surging, even with the so-called brainless materialization magic that Ronan was using.

Ronan sat down on the sofa. He felt that his magic power had broken through the threshold of the third tier, and the rate of increase had slowed down, no longer as violent as before.

Things seemed to be getting better, but the next moment, something even stranger happened.

The Book of Destiny revealed that Ronan had arrived at a turning point in his life.

"Open the homeowner's log, and the long-dormant truth will be revealed to the destined one."

“Observe the etiquette of a guest and give the leftover gifts to a friend from afar.”

The left side means to open the book on the table and obtain information.

The meaning on the right is that if you don't open it, you will receive a gift.

Left or right this time?

“Left.” Ronan’s hand touched the left-hand illusory page.

He felt the gap between his head and his buttocks growing wider and wider.

Ronan picked up the book on the table and opened it. Once again, the situation was unexpected. There wasn't a single word on the book. He flipped through every page, and it was all blank.

Hearing the sound of pages turning, Frederick glanced back at Ronan twice, then smiled and turned back to continue searching.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Fate's Taunt, Leftover Message, Critical Moment

Looking at the blank pages, Ronan realized he had the situation backwards.

The so-called truth is not in this book, so he opened it but saw nothing. If he had been a good guest who didn't touch the owner's belongings and hadn't opened the book, perhaps it would have become a gift for him after a while.

At this moment, his choice was complete, and the magic began to advance. The changes in the "Sword of Sincerity" and the "Shield of Loyalty" were like divine revelation, automatically flowing into Ronan's consciousness.

His sword transformed from a longsword into a retractable chain whip sword, capable of maintaining its sturdy longsword form or unfolding into a chain sword that could be swung over a wide area, like a viper.

Is this in response to his incredibly flexible and adaptable moral bottom line?

His shield, however, became able to float and move freely within his field of vision.

Freedom means separating your head from your ass, right?

Ronan felt as if his destiny magic was mocking him.

"However, being mocked by fate is also a kind of honor. So many people want it but don't have the means. It's a pity that it seems I can't have it again." Ronan muttered to himself. At this moment, the surge of magic power completely stopped, showing no sign of continuing to increase.

“I remember now,” Ronan suddenly exclaimed in a low voice.

"Young Master, what has come to mind?" Elena asked with concern.

"It's nothing, let's go check other rooms first." Ronan said, standing up and walking towards the room Nadi had just gone to.

He had just remembered what Yvette had told him about Dinia. Dinia had awakened her destiny magic at the age of three, and at the same time, her magic power surged. At that time, her magic power had already surpassed the magic power level of a typical third-tier mage. Similar things had happened before, but in the past, the most people had reached the magic power level of the second tier.

Perhaps this is what Gardener Tyr meant by the "original species" that brought about this phenomenon, and Ronan mutated after drinking her blood. After arriving here, he was fully activated, which is why there was such a surge in magic power.

Seeing that Ronan did not answer, Elena and Alice did not ask any more questions and followed Ronan.

Ambrina followed closely behind.

Frederick continued searching frantically through the living room, eagerly looking for something, while the middle-aged John strolled along at a leisurely pace, carefully observing every detail of the room.

Ronan and his group arrived at Nadi's room, which seemed to be the homeowner's bedroom. It wasn't very big, only about 20 square meters, and a significant portion of the space was occupied by a large bed that was much bigger than a typical double bed and a wardrobe that almost filled an entire wall.

The most eye-catching thing in the entire bedroom is the table in front of the window. The table is made of wood, and the tabletop is covered with a transparent panel that looks like glass. Between the transparent panel and the tabletop, there are some clippings, photos, and several pages torn from some book.

Just like the situation at the botanical garden, Ronan didn't recognize the writing at first glance, but after a moment, the writing turned into a language he could understand.

"It is a wrong path to make humans as free from the body as artificial intelligence, and to make artificial intelligence as confined to the body as humans."

"A foolish dictator cannot destroy a civilization, but a wise people can."

"The fact that natural science has failed to completely crush pseudoscience like social science is the biggest joke of civilization."

"The world needs immature heroes."

These four passages come from a fragment of a page that was pressed under a transparent panel.

Ronan had little interest in these four paragraphs, disagreed with them, and had no opinion on them. After all, in his previous life, he was just a minor civil servant in a small county town during the early days of artificial intelligence.

What bothered him was that these three paragraphs were actually written on paper, which was rather outdated.

But looking back, the place as a whole is very backward, at least compared to the obelisk where the gardener Tyr is. The bathhouse and living room are outdated.

The remaining photos are of the same blonde woman at various ages, from childhood to old age. However, the photos are not arranged according to age, and they are not even in the correct positions. They are just randomly placed, which is not at all like the arrangement of this homeowner who has a very high pursuit of beauty.