Nine Downing Street, Prime Minister's Residence.
"Cough...cough cough!"
In the smoke-filled room, Prime Minister Winston slumped in his chair, cigar in hand, coughing while frowning at the confidential government documents he was reviewing.
Perhaps feeling that the air inside the room was too murky, Winston picked up the bell from the corner of his desk and rang it vigorously, shouting outside at the same time, "Open the windows!"
Click...
The door swung open, the hard heels clicking on the floor, a pair of slightly pale hands pushed open the window and then sat opposite Winston.
"Your Majesty?"
Seeing who it was, Winston was startled and quickly sat up, "How come you are here?"
"You should smoke less," Rod IV glanced at the overflowing ashtray and said, "I am very worried about your current health condition. Although the Church can use Eternal Magic, they can't take care of you all the time. It would be bad if you suddenly encountered danger."