Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Different buildings will provide players with corresponding pieces within a certain number of turns. Weak pieces can produce one piece each turn and appear on the board, while strong pieces require more turns.

Each piece has its own movement method, health, and attack power. To make a piece move, you need to spend action points. Each piece has a different number of action points, and both sides have a fixed number of action points each turn.

When one side's pieces attack another side's pieces, tactical cards are also needed. Each piece has its own attack and defense tactical cards.

Tactical cards are face down, so neither side knows which tactical card the other is using. They are then opened simultaneously for judgment.

Both sides have a total health bar. Whoever reduces the opponent's total health bar to zero first is the winner.

This game doesn't allow direct attacks on players, so the initial focus is on setting up the board. However, as the game progresses, the number of pieces on the board increases, and the winner is determined after a few rounds.

Entering the final stage.

“Artes, I’m so sorry,” Dinia said.

“Well done, ma’am,” Ronan said.

In this round, the situation can be summed up in four words: "Our army has been defeated."

He never expected that Dinia, the hero of the kingdom, was not heroic at all. She was actually a player who used only the lowest-level infantry units, ignoring all the elite monsters, and literally scraped him to death with her micro-management.

To be able to arrange so many pieces and master micro-management to this extent, you still dare to say you have a bad memory?

Deceiving is indeed a woman's innate skill.

After playing two more games, Ronan finally won the last game. He had figured out Dinja's strategy, and if there was enough time, a comeback from 0-2 down to 3-2 was not a dream.

Unfortunately, it was time to get ready. There were still two and a half hours before the banquet started, and the ladies had to start getting ready, which was a very time-consuming task.

Ronan and Elena returned to their room. Ronan returned because he was a man, and Elena returned because as a maid she didn't have to attend the banquet, and she hadn't brought any suitable clothes for the banquet.

In another room, the first thing to do was change her underwear. The thing Dinia changed into was called a bodysuit-style tight shorts, black with a little lace decoration, similar to the underwear and bra that Ronan wore in the European Enlightenment era, except that there was no corset added here.

Dinya didn't need any additions; she was already quite large, or as Elena put it, she was practically a cow, yet had a very thin waist.

After changing her underwear, Dinia put on a pair of slightly pearlescent black pantyhose. She sat on the edge of the bed and gently stretched the pantyhose with her hands until they were slightly transparent. Then she carefully put them on and began to smooth them up little by little until they covered most of her calves. She then repeated the same action on the other leg.

After putting on both legs, stand up and pull one side up a little, then the other, until the pantyhose are completely on both legs, and finally pull them up to your waist.

Then she sat down and adjusted the thickened area at the toe of the pantyhose to align it perfectly with her toes. She then adjusted the pantyhose around her heels and ankles to ensure a snug fit without any noticeable wrinkles, achieving optimal comfort.

Finally, stand up again, tiptoe, lean forward slightly, and pull up the waistband of the pantyhose to make it fit snugly against your buttocks.

Dinya's buttocks were large and perky, stretching her barely see-through black stockings to a semi-transparent state.

Yvette was completely mesmerized. Dinya's thighs had just the right amount of flesh, and her calves had such perfect lines that it was impossible not to feel envious. No matter how many times you looked at such legs, you couldn't help but wonder if they were not something that a person could grow naturally, but something that God had carefully sculpted bit by bit.

"Fortunately, Didi isn't interested in men," Yvette sighed inwardly.

Unlike Yvette, who silently admired, Agustina spoke her mind, "Captain, what's your secret to having such a big, perky butt?"

"I don't know," Dinia replied indifferently, a hint of helplessness flashing across her face. "Tina, can you please not be so rude?"

Agustina retorted, "How is it vulgar? It's a powerful tool for attracting men."

“But I haven’t seen you try to attract any men,” Dinia said.

Agustina smiled first, then put on a serious expression. "Captain, didn't I say I would be your husband's mistress?"

“I’m not getting married,” Dinia said.

“It doesn’t matter, even my lover’s lover is fine,” Agustina said shamelessly.

Dinia didn't want to talk to her former subordinate anymore.

Meanwhile, Yvette started doing Dinya's hair. Her usual braided ponytail with a center parting was definitely not suitable for attending a banquet.

However, Yvette wasn't a full-time maid, so she could only style her hair in a simple bun.

Next comes makeup. Dinya's skin is soft, smooth, and fair to the point of glowing. Her eyes and nose are practically perfect, so she doesn't need any complicated makeup. Just a touch of lipstick and eyeliner will suffice.

After quite some time, the hairstyle and makeup were finished.

Finally, there's the clothing, shoes, and jewelry: a thin but conservative high-necked black gauze top, over which is a very fitted long dress with purple and gold embroidered floral patterns, the hem of which only reveals a third of the lower leg.

A pair of pyramidal amethyst earrings, a large ruby ​​necklace that matches her eye color, and purple silk satin high heels that complement the overall color of her dress.

Only the instep covered by black stockings and a small section of the calf wrapped in black stockings are exposed, but this only arouses one's imagination, making one wonder what looks like under the long skirt.

As soon as she finished dressing, Dinia called to Agustina, "Go and call Artes, we should set off."

"Yes, Commander." Agustina ran quickly out of the room.

Soon, Dinia, Ronan, and Agustina, the three people who had gone to the banquet, met in the corridor. Ronan looked down for a full two seconds before raising his head and saying, "Madam, you are very beautiful."

"Thank you," Dinia said with a smile.

Ronan's gaze was pure. It wasn't that he wasn't lecherous, but rather that his gaze lacked the aggressiveness of someone who wanted to see right through a shirt, nor did it contain the hypocrisy of someone trying to hide their desire. This made Dinya's liking for Ronan rise again.

Of course, she didn't know that Ronan was different from most people. He liked people who were dressed, preferably a little conservative, and he preferred legs and stockings to breasts, so two seconds of looking down was enough for him.

Agustina, who was looking out the window, saw the coachman pacing back and forth and smoking not far away. She yawned and said, "Heh, the carriages outside look like they've been here for ages. I should go and remind this guy not to smoke while he's driving."

Chapter Eight: The Mayor, the Secretary, and the Foolish Businessman

As evening fell, Ronan and his two companions arrived at the seaside estate of local merchant Pierre by carriage. Led by a servant, they made their way to the banquet hall of the villa.

By this time, all the guests had arrived and taken their seats.

There weren't many guests. Besides the estate owner Pierre, Mayor Allais, Secretary General Barr, there were four businessmen and a man who was probably an artist, plus Ronan and Dinia. There were a total of ten people at the banquet, and the large long table wasn't even full.

The entire seating area, especially the middle section, was empty.

The estate owner, Pierre, first introduced himself, and then introduced the others.

Ronan then introduced himself, saying that he had the same first name but a different last name.

As for Dinya, she needs no introduction.

The first person on the left is Mayor Ales, who is in his forties. He is tall and upright with a short beard and a peaceful face that gives him the impression of a kind old man. He is wearing a shirt underneath a fitted coat that has been modified from a cavalry uniform, with only the cuffs and lapels showing. The collar has a rather ornate patterned decoration. He is wearing tapered trousers and sewn leather shoes.

Because the previous king liked to dress this way, the kingdom's officials still dress this way in their daily work to this day, only with slight variations in the style.

However, although the mayor's clothes were clean and tidy, they were slightly worn, and some parts were obviously repaired with clever techniques. At first glance, he still seemed to be a simple person.

The second person on the left is the Secretary-General of White Star City. He is in his early sixties, lean, with graying and balding hair, a long face, sideburns, and small round-framed glasses. His clothes are similar in style to the mayor's, but without the fancy decorations. He has a calm and refined demeanor, making him the perfect secretary.

The third was Pierre, the owner of the mansion, a short, stout, and richly dressed merchant.

Behind them were four other businessmen, with the mustachioed young man whom Ronan considered an artist sitting at the end.

The fact that the mayor, the secretary-general, and the businessmen were sitting at the same table speaks volumes.

There are only two people on the right: Dinia in the first position and Ronan in the second.

Before the pre-dinner drinks were even served, a group of people had already started praising and flattering Dinia. The artist even recited a hymn to praise Dinia on the spot, which made Ronan's skin crawl. He always thought he was shameless, especially when it came to flattery, but compared to these people, Ronan was still too concerned about saving face.

If Ronan were to have a begging contest with this group of people, he probably wouldn't even get a single piece of black bread.

However, Dinya appeared very calm. Although she did not respond, she was not embarrassed at all, which showed that she was a seasoned veteran who had seen it all.

After a round of flattery, the pre-dinner drink was poured and the appetizers were served.

The appetizer is a local sour fruit that is very juicy and pickled in sugar. It is sweet, sour, crunchy, and appetizing.

Next came the soup, a rich beef bone broth with small mushrooms, bursting with flavor.

After taking a couple of sips of soup, Mayor Alles spoke up, "Ms. Igis, what specific plans do you have for coming to White Star City?"

When asked, Dinia replied, "No, it's just tourism, I'm just wandering around."

“Mr. Bernard seems to know a lot about tourism,” Mayor Alles said, blatantly lying. “So, how many days are you two planning to spend in White Star City?”

Ronan's last name is no longer Artes, it's Bernard.

“We’ll leave in four days,” Ronan said.

"Four days?" Mayor Alles asked.

"Isn't four days enough?" Ronan retorted, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“That’s enough. As long as you do your travel planning in advance, it’s more than enough,” Alles said.

Both of them were speaking with hidden meanings.

The appetizers are served.

Pan-fried fatty beef wrapped around shrimp and topped with caviar offers both the creamy aroma of beef fat and the sweetness of shrimp, with the caviar acting as a salt.

Secretary General Barr interjected, "Excuse me, but where is Mr. Bernard from?"

“I grew up in Wright, and later moved to the capital with my family,” Ronan replied.

Barr nodded slightly. “No wonder the accent sounds so familiar. I’m quite familiar with the Secretary General of Wright City. Although we are quite different in age, we are like brothers. After Mr. Bernard and Ms. Dinia have visited White Star City, you can go to Wright City. It’s very unique.”

"What's special about it?" Ronan asked, feigning curiosity.

“It’s a game, something like this…” Baal explained.

"Oh, that's quite interesting."

Ronan appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly he was cursing. That old dog dared to call himself his brother, clearly trying to smuggle trouble into his side. Unfortunately for him, he had already been the one to suffer the consequences.

Besides, Ronan was wholeheartedly dedicated to projects that benefited the people, only charging a small consulting and design fee. He even had only two maids. He was so honest and upright, a model of civil servants. The king should award him an award.

Unlike these people, who knowingly break the law, we should send cannons to send them flying one by one.

Barr glanced at Dinia, who simply smiled—the kind of smile one gets when watching a comedy performance—which caused a flicker of surprise to cross Barr's composed old face.

Everyone present was certain that Dinia was not there for tourism; she was most likely an investigator. Yet, she showed little reaction after hearing about the events in Wright City.

Is this a do-or-die battle for Baixing City?

The main course is served.

Grilled langoustines, served with a white sauce and a spice powder with a curry flavor, have a mild curry taste that is flavorful without masking the natural sweetness and crispness of the langoustines as seafood.

The main course was also served: crispy toasted nut bread slices with a rich broth made from shrimp heads.

"This dish is very good," Ronan remarked.

Pierre seized the opportunity to extend an invitation, "Ms. Egis, why don't you stay here with me? There aren't many places worth visiting in White Star City. The hotels are mostly for merchants who are careful with every penny they have, and the conditions are too basic."

The businessman's words instantly changed the expressions of both Mayor Ares and Secretary General Barr.

What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean there aren't many tourist attractions in White Star City? Are you implying that Dinya isn't here for tourism?

Ronan chuckled to himself; this businessman seemed rather young and needed to learn more.

“Thank you, but Ms. Dinia would prefer to see local specialties, and hotels are part of that, right?” Ronan politely declined the invitation.

Secretary General Barr clapped lightly. "Insightful. It's such a waste that Mr. Bernard is only a bodyguard."

“It’s no loss that I’m serving as Lady Egis’s bodyguard,” Ronan said with a smile, glancing at Dinia as he did so.

Dinia returned a displeased look.

"Hahahaha," Mayor Alles laughed.

The others joined in the laughter, and the large banquet hall was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The second main course, roasted pigeon, was served.

At the same time, three Heidil people entered the banquet hall: an old man, a boy, and a girl. The girl was holding a conch shell, a unique instrument of the Heidil people, which was not surprising. What was strange was that the boy sat down in front of the harpsichord, while the old man was holding a harpsichord that Ronan could not recognize.

Chapter Nine: Loss, Victory, Historical Issues

The manor owner, Pierre, introduced Dinia, saying, "These three are the best musicians in our White Star City's Seapiper tribe."

Ronan was taken aback; Pierre's prejudice against the Haidi people was completely blatant.

When introducing someone, they don't even mention their name. Do the Haidi people not have names?

Furthermore, the Haidi people do not have a tribal system, but rather a community-based collective system. The Haidi people's "priests" are selected through examinations, while "chiefs" are candidates who have risen to a certain level and are then elected by representatives. The terms "priest" and "chief" are translations imposed by the kingdom and are entirely arrogant and prejudiced.

Of course, what Ronan really cared about was the phrase "the best performer".

Since the best players among the seapipers are priests, these three seapipers must be members of the priesthood, and the old man may even be the chief priest.

"It seems they're not just here to play music for entertainment."

Ronan had already made up his mind.

It was Dinia's first time seeing the Seapiper people up close, and she couldn't help but look at them with a bit of curiosity.

The Haidi people all have slightly curly black hair, high noses, deep-set eyes, and black eyes with pupils that look like they are filled with water. This might be hard to understand just by talking about it, but anyone who has seen a Haidi person before will be absolutely certain that these are Haidi eyes when they see them again.

Aside from their eyes, Haidi people almost all have round ears, their skin is generally wheat-colored, and they are tall with long legs, large hands, and large feet.