To be a good prime minister, I first became the leader of a secret religion.

Chapter 9 He is watching you!!!

Norman vividly described Winston's changes to his wife:

"At first, I couldn't even see him as a prime minister. He had this kind of refined, student-like air about him, which reminded me of when I was teaching at Gravengraft School. Winston Wheeler was a good student, but not the smartest one. Every professor said that because he was too honest and too obedient. The smart kids were the naughty ones, you know what I mean, darling?"

The old lady scoffed and gave a disdainful snort.

Norman laughed: "You have to admit there's some truth to that. Too honest kids are a bit dull. But I only realized today... Winston Wheeler's student-like demeanor was all an act! I accidentally agreed to help him investigate the cult, mainly because I was curious myself. He must have noticed. The way he looked at me and his whole demeanor changed instantly. By the stars... if he acted like that in Parliament, it all makes sense. I would have voted for him too."

"You're a complete idiot, you don't know anything about politics," the old woman said. "If you really went to run for office, people would find out where you hide your change in your pockets within three days."

"You mean Winston Wheeler is better than me?"

"Of course, he's the Prime Minister, and you're just a gardener in Regent's Park."

"I'm still the head of MI5... well, MI5," Norman said with a smile. "My student is quite ambitious... my dear, he's only been in office for three days, and he's already thought of the name for the knife he'll be holding. I, his unambitious teacher, am truly ashamed of myself."

The old woman's eyes softened, she kissed the old man's cheek, and whispered:

"Don't talk about yourself like that. You've always needed a suitable stage to showcase your talents. Winston Wheeler was lucky to meet you."

Norman looked at her expectantly: "Could I read a couple more pages of that new occult book tonight? I might need it when I go out to investigate esoteric Buddhism."

The old lady's expression changed: "No."

"Just read two more pages!"

"No way, baby, if you dare read even one more word, I'll break your legs. Don't forget the last time you secretly read a book behind my back and went into a frenzy, vomiting and doing a handstand while singing. I was the one who pulled you back from the brink of death and also gave the house a thorough cleaning. If it happens again, this house is really not worth keeping..."

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After leaving Regent's Park, Winston went straight to 10 Downing Street.

London night was deep, the dim glow of gaslights shrouded in the perpetual fog, sparsely dotting the evening streets. As Winston arrived at the gates of Downing Street, he thought:

I never imagined I was such a dedicated person.

Well, actually, there was no other way. After all, Winston moved his entire family to Downing Street as soon as he took office. Since he was going to sleep at the office at night, overtime was no longer considered overtime, but rather a form of nighttime entertainment.

He had to finalize the cabinet list today, otherwise Queen Victoria, Parliament, and all parties would come after him tomorrow. In the original owner's memory, the party divisions within the British government were obvious in this era. When a prime minister stepped down, the entire leadership team had to leave. So when the previous prime minister went to an asylum (?), the cabinet members immediately went home. This was a common occurrence in Britain.

The time traveler was completely clueless about how to select ministers. Fortunately, the original owner was a pragmatic dreamer. Even though he himself felt that he had no hope of being elected prime minister, he still selected all the cabinet members for each key position in his mind.

So the time traveler, following the example and as a last resort, scribbled down a bunch of names on a piece of paper:

"Chancellor of the Exchequer... Foreign Secretary... War Secretary... Justice Secretary... Secretary of State for Foreign Relations... Uh, what does 'foreign territory' mean? Regions not on the mainland but still under Queen Victoria's jurisdiction?"

Winston flipped through the original owner's memories and found that even the original owner, who had studied geography and history properly and graduated from a prestigious university, had a rather vague understanding of this. Everyone only cared about the small island of Great Britain, and as for what was happening outside the island.

I don't know, I'm not sure, I don't care.

In a parallel universe, 19th-century Britain was like a dark, enclosed box, and the people living inside knew nothing about the world outside.

Winston couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity about the scope of the Foreign Secretary's responsibilities. In contrast, the Foreign Secretary's job was much easier to understand; he didn't need to deal with any complicated international relations, he just needed to relay messages.

To relay messages between ancient gods and between rulers.

Winston didn't know the specific method of relaying the message, but he had never heard of a foreign minister being sent to a mental hospital due to excessive work pressure, so this method of relaying messages should be relatively safe.

"Finally, there's the Home Secretary."

The original owner had also drafted a successor, but Winston felt that the matter of the esoteric sect needed to be investigated in depth. This was a breakthrough to unveil the mysterious side of this world. As leaders of the esoteric sect, how could they not learn from each other and verify the great path? Therefore, he planned to temporarily put the position aside and take on the role himself.

This practice has existed since ancient times and is not considered out of line.

"That's all for now... Finally, it's all done. Next, I need to coordinate with Scotland Yard to see who reported the terrorist attack and how the news leaked to the media... Sigh, but come to think of it, why did I even do this kind of thing?"

Winston stretched and stared blankly at the mess left by the former prime minister in the prime minister's office, which was still not cleaned up. Suddenly, he felt a sense of emptiness.

To put it simply, it means you've reached the top and have no more goals in life.

Both Winston and the original owner of this body in their previous lives had dreamed of achieving great success and wielding immense power. However, after serving as the real prime minister for a whole day, he felt a sense of "it's nothing special."

There are two main reasons for this: first, there are no pleasurable moments, and second, there are no pain points.

The reason he doesn't excite people is that although he seems to have a lot of power, he actually only has a little. The title of prime minister is just for show; in reality, he has no real power, whether in the government or in the underworld.

His rise to power was purely accidental. Winston's party was neither the Conservative Party, the largest party in Parliament, nor the Liberal Party, the second largest. The ideological conflicts between the two largest parties mainly revolved around issues related to Queen Victoria. Winston's party, the Public Order Party, nicknamed the "Concord Party," was known for its conciliatory approach, sometimes supporting the largest party and sometimes supporting the second largest. As a result, it suddenly gained a majority in Parliament, and party leader Winston became prime minister overnight.

It is known as the eighth wonder of London (according to time travelers).

This resulted in Winston having no one to rely on, as the cabinet ministers appointed by the original owner were almost all senior MPs from the Conservative or Liberal parties.

Furthermore, the turnover of prime ministers in this world is extremely frequent. In the seven hundred years since the ancient gods descended, Britain has elected 356 prime ministers, with the average term lasting only eighty-odd days. Permanent civil servants and senior members of parliament have long been accustomed to the existence of short-lived governments and almost never "relinquish" their power.

And of course, there's the most crucial point.

Queen Victoria was an ancient goddess! The monarchy held supreme power for over seven hundred years. Although she didn't care and allowed Parliament to be established, forming a system that appeared to be a constitutional monarchy, she was always the true helmsman of this country!

How do I solve this problem?

Winston couldn't figure it out, which made him even more annoyed. This annoyance might also be due to not getting overtime pay. He was planning to walk away listlessly and go to his bedroom on the second floor of 10 Downing Street to take a nap, and deal with all the problems after he woke up.

Suddenly.

hum-

It felt as if a knife had plunged into Winston's brain through his temple; an unimaginable, nerve-wracking pain suddenly exploded within Winston's skull!

He didn't even immediately recognize that it was pain. Instead, he stood there, bewildered, watching as blood gushed from his nose and fell into his palms, which began to spasm uncontrollably.

At the same time, several large, bright red characters appeared on the system panel, quickly filling Winston's entire field of vision:

He is watching you!!!