Wu Chang looked at all the evidence on Raventon's wall, and it seemed that even the infertility of stray dogs by the roadside in Grimland could be somehow related to Prime Minister Ron.
"Our Prime Minister seems to be really busy, doesn't he?"
Raventon took two puffs from his pipe, pointed at the wall with his cane, and said:
"That means you've spent too much time in the New World. If you had lived in Stilan these years, you'd know how energetic our Prime Minister is."
"If Randy is called the Iron Face Minister, then Prime Minister Ron is an Iron Man."
"He once slept only one hour a day for two months straight and was still able to give invigorating speeches in Parliament. Even a Secret Magic Knight would drop dead under such workload."
Wu Chang realized something and said, "So the official information released to cover up the news is that he dropped dead from exhaustion?"
Raventon rolled his eyes, "I've said so much, not for you to figure out those things."
