Yes, Madam Prime Minister

He's seen plenty of bureaucrats. They're not necessarily tempted by money or envious of promotions, especially young officials who aren't short of money. But regardless of age or position, every official is afraid of losing their job.

Once they reached the beach, Ronan seemed to have given up. "Let's forget about changing seats. I'm not interested in leaving here, but I am quite interested in the consultation fee."

"Are you sober now?" Merard asked.

“Extremely clear-headed,” Ronan replied.

Merard smiled. "Then, Mr. Ronan, would you consider the seed company?"

Upon hearing this, Ronan crushed the seashell he had just picked up.

“Actually, you shouldn’t have come to see me at this time,” Ronan said with some emotion.

"That seems to be the case. During the day, Lord Ronan might be more lucid."

Melard said.

He felt that if Ronan had been awake during the day, he would have already figured it out, and he wouldn't have needed to waste so much breath.

The reason he waited for Ronan on his way home was because Ronan had met with Adrian in private. His original intention was to subtly probe the situation. However, he was surprised to find that Ronan left the tavern alone. Obviously, he and Adrian hadn't gotten along, so there was no need to inquire further.

So, Merard went straight to his three-pronged attack.

Clearly, Ronan ultimately couldn't withstand his three-pronged attack and yielded to him.

This was just the first step. From now on, he wanted Ronan to know that his money wasn't so easy to take.

“It’s getting late, I should head back.” With that, Merard turned around.

In that very moment when Merard was brimming with confidence, his head flew off, severed.

"This feels good. I didn't expect it to be a Tier 1. No wonder it's so arrogant." Ronan looked at the dead man's head on the beach, a satisfied smile still on his lips, and said, "I said you shouldn't have come to find me at this time. What I mean is, there's no one on this road at this time of day. Haidi, who lived nearby, moved away to farm. You're in a very dangerous situation, understand?"

After saying that, Ronan dragged over an abandoned fishing boat, put the body on it, rowed it directly out to sea, then chopped up the body and threw it all into the sea.

After disposing of the body, Ronan returned to shore and, while he was at it, chopped up the abandoned fishing boat and threw it all into the sea.

Before long, the corpse will turn into blackfish excrement, and the bloodstains on the shore will be washed away by the tide.

After leaving the murder scene, Ronan went straight to Dinia's residence.

Soon, Ronan met Dinia alone, who was wearing a bathrobe.

"What is it?" Dinia asked with a serious expression. She knew that Ronan coming to see her so late at night must be something important.

“I killed Merad, nobody saw it, it was handled very cleanly.”

Ronan said.

"Why?" Dinia asked.

Ronan replied, "He tried to bribe me to do something to you, and he also wanted to take a stake in the seed company to interfere with the reforms. I refused, so he threatened me, and then I killed him."

Dinia frowned slightly. "Have you thought about how to deal with this?"

Ronan remained unusually calm. "Someone will discover he's missing tomorrow, then we'll send people to search for him, but we won't find him. Then we'll report it, and after that, higher-ups will send people to investigate, but in the end, nothing will be done."

"Let it go unresolved? I'm afraid the people behind Merard will take this opportunity to cause me trouble, even without evidence."

Dinia said.

“You’re absolutely right. His backers will definitely seize this opportunity to cause trouble. They might even celebrate with champagne after hearing that Merard is dead. But aren’t there two other factions? Knowing that Merard’s faction is going to cause trouble, how could they allow them to do so? The investigation team will definitely include all three parties, and the final result will be no results. The person will be missing, can’t be found, and that’s it.”

Ronan said.

Dinia let out a sigh of relief. "Killing isn't your style."

"This is about taking sides, and also about removing obstacles. I think you, Dinia, know better than I do whose side Merard is on. On one hand, this is killing the dog to show the master; on the other hand, Adrian won't interfere with your reforms, but this Merard will. He's always been an annoying mosquito, and we'll swat him sooner or later."

Ronan further explained.

"Only you knew about the murder, so why are you telling me?"

"Dinia asked."

“Because of loyalty,” Ronan replied.

Dinia glared at Ronan. "Speak like a human being."

"First, to avoid being caught off guard and uninformed after something happens. Second, I hope that when the investigation team arrives, you can put in a good word for me, so that they can find a pretext to deal with me instead of trying to shake your position."

Ronan spoke with eight parts sincerity and two parts helplessness.

He treats his boss like a shrew. He was too domineering in the expansion issue before, so now he needs to act like a kept man, sucking up to Dinia and making her feel comfortable.

Let your boss know your secrets, and then ask them to cover for you. This will give your boss a great sense of control and satisfaction.

So Ronan wasn't joking when he said he was very clear-headed before killing Merard. How could he not kill this person who could clear obstacles while also pleasing his superiors?

Dinia remained silent for a long time. "To commit such a crime without reporting it is unacceptable. It must not happen again. Absolutely not." She emphasized the last word, "absolutely not," to tell Ronan that she was very angry.

“There will absolutely not be a next time,” Ronan assured, then put on a smile. “I just happened to have the opportunity this time. If there hadn’t been no one around, I wouldn’t have made a move.”

"That's enough, get out." Dinia was genuinely annoyed now.

Before the words had even finished, Ronan had already vanished, fully implementing the leader's instructions.

Looking at the spot where Ronan had just stood, Dinia sighed helplessly, but soon a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

Ronan was a person who always made her both angry and happy.

Chapter Ninety-Nine: Magical Operations, Saving Money at the Expense of Public Interest, Special Talents

Sometimes, things just don't go as planned.

Ronan had previously predicted that after the news of Merad's disappearance was reported, the higher-ups would discuss the matter and send an investigation team. The investigation team would likely be composed of three factions, and in the end, the investigation team, which was formed by the three factions, would come to Wright City and stage a farce that started out exciting but ended boringly.

Ultimately, the person was classified as missing.

However, more than ten days have passed, and no investigation team has been dispatched.

Finally, the state sent a special task force down. They arrived in the morning to notify the locals to cooperate, and by noon they had "searched" Merard's residence and found a suicide note. The perfunctory operation was so bad that even Ronan, who prided himself on his extensive knowledge, had to call it magical. The investigator entered the room, crawled under the bed, and crawled out with a suicide note in his hand.

In the afternoon, the investigation results were communicated to all parties: Merard had embezzled public funds and committed suicide out of fear of punishment; the case was closed. He didn't even eat dinner that night and went straight back.

As expected of state government professionals, their efficiency in handling cases is something those of us in the city should learn from.

"I reckon even if these people saw the decapitated body with their own eyes, they would still insist it was suicide."

Ronan was convinced.

Of course, the fact that no investigation team ultimately came must have been the result of a power struggle at the top, but unfortunately, the specific details were beyond the knowledge of Ronan, a nobody.

In short, the story of Ronan chopping people into mincemeat and then very unprofessionally using the mincemeat to make a fishing spot on the beach ended there.

Two more days have passed in the blink of an eye. With the New Year approaching, the personnel issues of various departments have been resolved. Officials in the seven special cities are now on holiday, and only a small number of staff are on duty in each municipal hall and department. They will not return to work until after the New Year holiday.

At this time, Ronan was not on vacation at home, but was with Dinia inspecting the new city hall.

With the establishment of a new city, there will naturally be a new office location.

The new city hall is located between Wright and Calais, which is west of Wright. Construction began a few months ago when the merger was decided.

Of course, it wasn't built from scratch. These days, if you were to build a city hall from the ground up, from digging the foundation to the final decoration, it would take at least a year and a half.

The seven special cities jointly funded the purchase of a place called Randall Manor, and used it as a base for renovation and refurbishment.

"Madam, how are you feeling?"

Ronan asked.

Dinia looked somewhat displeased. "Why are there so many flowerbeds? There's a fountain right at the entrance, and so many sculptures all around?"

Ronan replied, "Because it already exists. Demolishing it would only cost more money, which would be a waste of taxpayers' money."

Dinia sneered, "Ha, what about the artwork displayed indoors, the restaurant that's more luxurious than a hotel, and the concert hall? Don't tell me the original owner sold all of these to you."

"It's all for the sake of making civil servants feel happy and relaxed. Only when civil servants are happy and relaxed can they better serve the citizens. Don't you think that makes sense, ma'am?" Ronan said, looking like he was making a lot of sense.

“I hope you can stop being so extravagant,” Dinia said.

"Dinia," Ronan changed his form of address.

"Hmm?" Dinia asked.

"Now, as a friend, let me tell you what the consequences will be if you advocate thrift. All the bureaucrats will wear old clothes, deliberately wear tattered shoes, pretend to eat black bread with pickled vegetables, and refuse to ride in carriages to and from get off work. Not only will they not ride in carriages themselves, but they will also never allow others to ride in carriages. They will even kill other people's horses, shut down all shops selling handicrafts, ban music and stage performances, and even allow anyone to order only one dish in a restaurant. Anyone who dares to order one more dish will be arrested and all their property will be confiscated."

"That's what bureaucracy is all about, you know? Implementing the intentions of their superiors is what they love to do most. As for the citizens' resentment in the end, it will all come back to you."

Ronan told Dinya what the consequences would be if she shouted "Save!"

Dinia clenched her fists and let out a long breath to suppress her anger.

"Rest assured, I have brought everything under control within reasonable limits. Moreover, there are now two special agencies to monitor and evaluate officials. Everything has improved a lot compared to the past, all thanks to your great, bright, and righteous decision, Madam."

Ronan said, ending with a standard compliment.

"I'm leaving. See for yourself." With that, Dinia turned to leave.

Ronan knew that Dinia probably wanted to consult Mrs. Antari about this issue, so he reminded her, "Dinia, the most important thing right now is to get rid of those big landowners, then establish cooperatives, and then have the cooperatives work with agricultural companies to achieve the goal of promoting the planting of high-yield crops. Don't let some minor details affect the efficiency of achieving the goal."

As soon as she finished speaking, Dinia stopped moving. The next moment, Dinia reached out and a giant mushroom hand completely grasped Ronan.

"What's going on? Did your period start?" Ronan looked completely bewildered.

“A strange magical force has gone to your area.” As Dinia spoke, a pair of wings made of tiny mushrooms with a wingspan of over ten meters sprouted from her back. “Let’s go.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Dinia had already taken Ronan into the sky, drawing a red arc in the air as they headed towards Ronan's mansion.

Meanwhile, at Ronan's home.

Alice was carefully reading the regulations concerning the officials, with a notebook beside her containing numerous notes and reflections.

Elena walked in and said, "What's wrong with you? It's almost lunchtime, and you're still looking at this. Anyone would think you're going to be some high-ranking official. You're just going to be the head of an action team in some supervisory department."

"The day you go to hell, your tongue will be ripped out," Alice replied coldly.

For someone who is not yet twenty years old and whose family background is not good, this position as a group leader is already a high position.

Ronan was able to enter the secretariat of the city hall at the age of eighteen because of his merit in restoring order and eliminating the remaining evil forces.

She must be careful and work diligently to live up to this hard-won opportunity.

“You’re too tense, Alice. Your job is actually very simple: arrest anyone that Miss Dinia or Young Master Ronan doesn’t like, and then find a way to frame them. Isn’t that all there is to it?”

Elena said dismissively.

Alice remained cold. "If you don't understand, don't speak."

"Okay, I don't know, okay, team leader?"

Elena addressed her sarcastically. She was now a civil servant, essentially Alice's subordinate, a henchman and bodyguard.

There was no other way; the job Alice was to do involved being shot in the back.

"How could someone like you pass the exam?" Alice couldn't help but exclaim.

"I'm a special talent, you know?" Elena said with a grin, then her eyes suddenly changed, and she immediately shielded Alice behind her.

Chapter 100: Tactics and Strategies, It's Time to Get to It

Elena was so wary because she sensed a strange and unfamiliar magical power, and the next moment proved that her perception was correct.

The door to the room where the two were suddenly closed by itself, and a moment later it opened again by itself. But at this time, they could no longer see what was happening outside the door, because there was a thick layer of strange air inside the door frame, like mist or a vortex, which completely replaced the original wooden door.

Gradually, a stone mask emerged from the swirling mist.

“Those who have inherited the power of the Moon Goddess, if you want to understand how to truly wield divine power, come with me. Staying here will only drag those around you into endless trouble.” The stone mask spoke in an aged yet magnetic voice.

"Have you had a 20-year-old stroke, or has your impotence affected your brain and caused it to atrophy too? With your level of skill, you should go get a position at the church. There are too many fools there, and not enough swindlers to go around; they're recruiting right now." Elena didn't waste any words, just started yelling, "Why don't you show your true form and see what happens?"

"A crude attempt to provoke and stall for time." The stone mask's voice was full of disdain. "Your young master and that woman might not be able to sense it, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to get here in time, not even by flying."

"Ha, so you're just a cowardly old codger who bullies the weak." Elena intensified her sarcasm. "And one who's too ashamed to show his face. Looks like your mother must have fallen into a cesspool when she gave birth to you, which caused your facial deformity."

"You bastard." The stone mask's voice suddenly changed, becoming a much younger voice.

"Alice, did you learn it? This is the 'He's in a hurry' tactic that Young Master Ronan passed on to me," Elena said to Alice with a proud look.

As soon as she finished speaking, two iron chains flew out from the mist and rushed straight at Elena.

In that instant, Elena activated her armor. The next moment, chains bound Elena, but they could not tighten them or drag her into the misty vortex gate.

"This level of magic is useless against me."

Elena said calmly.

This armor has extremely strong magical resistance, and these chains are clearly not real chains but a kind of magic, so of course they cannot work on her.