Yes, Madam Prime Minister

“Is that so?” Dinia sighed, then suddenly transformed her palm into a blade and severed one of her arms. Immediately afterward, fine red lines began to grow wildly from the severed part of her arm. In the blink of an eye, the severed arm had rejoined and healed without a trace of scar. “I used to think that this was the effect of my own magic. Now it seems that what that strange puppet said might be true. I have a special power hidden within me, the power called the Primal Species.”

"So, who am I?" Dinia asked Ronan.

“Who you are doesn’t matter; what matters is living a real life,” Ronan replied.

“That’s right, it doesn’t matter who it is.” Dinia smiled, smiling because Ronan had such a will.

"So, what exactly do you want to ask me?" Ronan asked.

Dinia didn't answer immediately, but instead downed another glass of wine. "Who I am and who you are is not important. What's important is what that alternate dimension is."

Ronan also downed a drink, and he started to feel dizzy. "Simply put, it's about another civilization in another world. After a very powerful civilization collapsed, some of the survivors discovered our world and established some connection points. These connection points are the places we went to before. They originally wanted to transform this world and move here, but for some unknown reason, they gave up, returned to their own world, and completely closed the passage."

"However, the various connection points have not disappeared. They still contain their remnants, including the highly intelligent robots they created, which were once the gods of our world."

"As for the original species, it is said to be a special plant that they used to modify the environment of their world."

"And this mysterious organization, which has only just begun to reveal itself, is probably coveting the relics left in the connection point. They probably want to use these powers for something, whether it's world domination or the pursuit of immortality—these are all old-fashioned things."

Slightly drunk, Ronan talked for a long time.

"I see." Dinia didn't react too strongly, after all, there has never been a shortage of delusional people among the magicians throughout history.

After pouring herself another glass, Dinia asked, "Do you know anything about other connection points?"

"I don't know. The author of the book that Ambrina and I found at the place we went to before clearly didn't want anyone to look for other connection points, so he didn't leave any related information. This guy, if he really didn't want anyone to know, he could have left nothing at all, but he left quite a lot of things instead, and he's like a riddle teller who doesn't say everything clearly."

As Ronan spoke, he poured himself another glass.

"If you can't handle it, then don't drink," Dinia advised, noticing that Ronan was somewhat drunk.

“A man can’t say no,” Ronan said with a smile. “Besides, if your boss is still drinking, you have to drink yourself to death to keep him company.”

After saying that, Ronan took another big gulp, but this time he didn't finish it because he really couldn't.

"What are your plans for the future?" Dinia asked.

“Of course I’ll continue to serve you well, keep my position secure, and do what a man should do in my spare time,” Ronan replied.

"Aren't you curious about what's hidden behind this connection point you mentioned? Don't you want even greater power?"

"Dinia asked."

"I'm curious, and I want it too," Ronan readily admitted, his head involuntarily drooping before jerking back up. "However, we don't have the time or energy to look for it, and we don't need it at all."

"That mysterious organization is very likely involved with members of the royal family, and we are now also caught up in the battle for the throne."

"As long as I keep leading you up the ladder, we'll eventually face them head-on." Ronan's eyes were full of confidence, as if he could see the future.

"You're taking me?" Dinia was taken aback; this didn't sound like something Ronan would say.

“Yes, I’ll take you,” Ronan replied affirmatively.

Chapter 103 "Drunken Talk": Arrest, Protecting Food?

A hint of displeasure flashed across Dinia's face, but it was quickly replaced by a smile, because Ronan had clearly spoken his mind.

Ronan looked at Dinia, knowing he was drunk and that he had just said something very out of character.

He could actually fall into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes and put his head on the bar.

However, he just wanted to say something while he was drunk, something that was out of character for him.

Moreover, drunken talk sounds very convincing, doesn't it?

"Without me, you would have been driven to the brink of madness by those bureaucrats. Of course, I'll be the one to guide you."

"Yvette is capable, she has the ability to get things done, and she understands some things, but she doesn't know how to keep her sharp edge to herself, and she's not quite up to par with those bureaucrats when it comes to power struggles."

“Mrs. Antari is better than Yvette, more knowledgeable, and more resourceful, but she is only capable of taking down some bureaucrats, and she still relies on power.”

"Ultimately, it still remains at the level of thinking that honest officials are more cunning than corrupt officials."

"Can practice in reverse, practice in reverse, hiccup."

"In short, in the game of power, the truly overwhelming force is not the skillful use of power, but the creation of power."

"Actually, you are at a higher level than them because what you pursue is reform and development. Reform and development will inevitably create power. You just lack the means to achieve this goal, so you need me."

"You should be glad you met me. If it were someone else, they would only be able to rely on the power and connections you have to carry out the measures you came up with on a whim. To put it bluntly, they would be a dog."

"But I'm different. I'm both a black cat and a white cat. Uh, well, that's just how it is."

"No need to thank me, we truly consider you a friend."

“I’m not a good person, but you are like the winter sun, bright but not scorching. This country needs people like you.”

Ronan is becoming increasingly outspoken, and his eyelids are starting to droop.

Of course, it's impossible for him to say that he wants to seize more power through reform and economic development, no matter how drunk he is.

After all, you can speak with your head tilted to the left, but you can't with your buttocks tilted to the right.

After listening to Ronan's long explanation, Dinya only half understood, especially the concepts of "reverse training" and "black cat, white cat," which she couldn't comprehend at all. Just as she was about to ask a question, Ronan's head slammed onto the bar, his eyes closed, and he passed out completely drunk.

He wasn't pretending to be drunk; he was genuinely drunk.

He drank the liquor, which was over 50 degrees, straight without even a peanut. He downed the first two glasses in one gulp, and the next two in just a few sips. It was already good that Ronan only got drunk; for an ordinary person, it would have been much more than just getting drunk.

Dinia stood up, reached out and gently patted Ronan's cheek, and found that Ronan was indeed drunk.

If Dinah were fully conscious, she would definitely have wrapped Ronan up in her giant mushroom hand right now and dragged him home along with it. As for whether Ronan would feel uncomfortable being held in the mushroom hand, well, it would be better if he did.

But by this time, Dinia had drunk four glasses of absinthe that were over 50 proof and was a little tipsy. She had also heard Ronan’s “heartfelt words” and decided to be a little gentler.

First, she released the mushroom hand, then picked up Ronan, preparing to let him lie comfortably on the mushroom hand, and then she carried the mushroom up to take him home.

Dinya never expected that as soon as she picked up Ronan, Ronan's hand suddenly grabbed her buttocks, and grabbed them hard.

Even in his drunken stupor, Ronan was in a daze. Something was wrong. Elena's buttocks didn't feel like this. The outermost layer was clearly pants. When had Elena ever worn pants? She always wore skirts. If you grabbed hard, you could feel a layer of slippery pantyhose underneath.

Going any further in isn't right either. Elena's is fleshy and firm, with a wide, firm belly that feels great to grab. This one, while also fleshy, is thicker and perkier, soft at first, then bouncy, and finally firm.

Who is this?

Suddenly, Ronan thought of someone and instantly sobered up. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, but he dared not open his eyes and could only continue to pretend to be drunk. He didn't even dare to pull his hand back, afraid that Dinia would misunderstand that he had been faking being drunk from the beginning.

In all honesty, he was definitely drunk before he was arrested.

After much deliberation, Ronan made a difficult decision.

He gently stroked Dinia's buttocks again, his little finger even tracing a line between them.

Dinia's pupils trembled instantly, and her eyes widened.

"Damn it!" Dinia cursed, pulling Ronan away and throwing him to the ground.

Ronan rolled twice on the ground, still motionless. He was pondering a question: was it reasonable for him to wake up after being thrown like that?

Okay, to be on the safe side, let's not wake him up yet.

Ronan groaned a few times, but still didn't dare to wake up.

Looking at Ronan on the ground, he clenched his fists, wanting nothing more than to kick the guy, but after standing there for a long time with his fists raised, he finally put them down.

Using her mushroom-shaped hand to grab Ronan, Dinia suppressed her anger and escorted Ronan all the way to his home.

Upon arriving at Ronan's front door, Dinia saw Elena come to open it. With a wave of her hand, her giant mushroom-shaped hand simultaneously flung Ronan over.

Elena quickly stepped forward to catch Ronan, her face clearly displeased. "Hey, Mayor, is this how you treat your subordinates?"

Dinya didn't want to explain, so she turned and left without saying a word.

Elena looked puzzled. After she carried Ronan back into the house and placed him on the bed, Ronan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

"Young Master, what's going on?" Elena asked.

Ronan rubbed his temples with his fist, becoming a little more sober. "I got drunk at her house, and then she picked me up, and then... in the end... that's how it happened."

Elena was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then covered her mouth and held back her laughter for a long time before taking a deep breath to calm down. "Young Master, it's really unlike her that she didn't give you a good beating."

“Clearly, my months of serving her haven’t been in vain,” Ronan said, after all, he had made a lot of contributions to Dinia’s business.

"Maybe you just ended up rubbing her too hard," Elena laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense," Ronan said sternly.

"Food possessiveness?" Elena pouted unhappily. "How can you talk nonsense? A nearly twenty-seven-year-old virgin like me can withstand being touched by a handsome man like you, young master? Although I think you are just ordinary, most women would go weak in the knees if they saw you."

"Anyway, I'm not growing a beard, don't even think about it," Ronan said. Who knows what she was thinking, always trying to get him to grow a beard.

"Tch." Elena didn't actually like the bearded man; she just liked the age difference. She couldn't forget the time they first met when she was less than ten years old, while Ronan was sixteen and much taller than her. He gave her a feeling of being like a brother or father, and that was the feeling she liked.

She's eighteen now, not much shorter than Ronan, who's twenty-five but still looks like he's in his early twenties.

Ronan rubbed his temples. "I can't take it anymore, my head is still spinning. I need to take a shower and go to bed early. See you tomorrow."

Chapter 104 Inquiry, Warning, Reminder

On New Year's Eve, a ranch in the hilly area north of the former Wright City.

Elena drove the carriage with Alice here, intending to go to the farm to buy a sheep and some lavender honey.

These days, with advanced transportation and preservation technology, livestock can't be slaughtered and transported to the city; they have to be killed and eaten on the spot.

Of course, given Ronan's status, he didn't actually need to send anyone to buy things. There were plenty of people lining up to deliver things to his doorstep, and they would do it for absolutely no money.

Elena insisted on buying it herself, and even dragged Alice along, leaving Ronan alone at home.

"Alice, have you made your choice?" Elena asked Alice.

She was asking Alice which type of magic she was going to choose.

Alice was originally a novice mage who had not fully mastered the use of the seven basic magics, but now she is only one step away from becoming a full-fledged mage.

Unlike Elena, who originally lacked control and attachment, Alice lacked release and condensation.

Elena no longer cared. The equipment and the potions not only allowed her to advance to the level of a full-fledged mage, but also helped her complete two skills she hadn't mastered before. However, her control and attachment skills were still relatively poor.

On the previous island, Alice had tried to unleash a concentrated magic attack along with a fired musket bullet, but she was still a little short. However, a few days ago, when facing Frederick who controlled the stone golem, she finally succeeded. Although the bullet that entered the vortex of mist passed through and came out from the other end, it did not hit Frederick.

After all, Frederick was a proper mage, and it was impossible for him to be unaware of the vulnerabilities in his own magic. Moreover, his abilities were superior to Alice's, so even if a bullet hit him, it would not be able to penetrate his magical defenses.

But these two experiences of feeling powerless enabled the strong-willed Alice to break through.

She only needs to learn one of the three great magics to become a full-fledged mage.

"Of course I'll choose the ritual. If it goes well, the element that benefits me should be the element."

Alice responded.

Fate cannot be chosen; it can only be awakened through self-realization. The vast majority of magicians who use fate magic do not achieve it by waiting, since no one is certain they can wait for it. They usually awaken suddenly in childhood before they have even mastered the basics. Therefore, most fate magicians are of the mind-based school.

Ronan was an exception. He was the original owner of the body who had just mastered the seven fundamentals and was originally going to follow the path of reason. But then he transmigrated and betrayed his allies, thus awakening his destiny.

Alice couldn't choose the Heavenly Oath either, because normally, people from the Kingdom of Phos would choose the Seven Saints Church to take the Heavenly Oath. However, she was raised by Ronan, and under Ronan's "corruption," she had no respect or worship for the church or the gods. How could she take the Heavenly Oath in the church?

Even if she had a choice, Alice wouldn't choose it. Tian Shi is strong, but the restrictions are too great.

Only the sacrificial rites remain.

But she doesn't have a good background, nor is she a gifted person, so she definitely isn't a summoner, but an elementalist.

Elemental magic is the oldest, most advanced, and most universal form of magic. Because of its numerous users, its theories have been continuously updated over thousands of years based on the experiences of countless people. It is the only form of magic that can be called a technology.

In comparison, the various types of oaths differ greatly, and there are relatively few examples of each type, so the relevant theories are still at a rudimentary level.

Fate, rather than magic, is more like a unique ability belonging to each individual. There is no theory behind it, because there are basically no duplicates in fate magic. Users can only figure it out themselves, and the experience gained is of almost no reference value to other users of fate magic.

"By the way, you didn't just drag me out here to ask this, did you?"

Alice asked Elena in return.

Elena lowered her head and whispered to Alice, "I'll tell you a secret. I have a feeling that the young master and that female mayor have something going on."

Alice paused for a moment, but then resumed her usual expressionless demeanor. "What does this have to do with me?"

Elena gave a meaningful smile and asked in return, "Didn't that princess recruit you as an informant?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Alice said, clearly displeased.

“You’re not blind. Besides, you’re so close to that princess, can’t you tell she’s interested in our young master?” Elena retorted again. “Whether our young master becomes the princess’s lover or that woman’s lover, it’s a big deal.”

Alice paused for a moment, then said, "Does it necessarily mean they are lovers?"

“Hey, Alice, you’re usually pretty smart, how come you can’t even see this? How could Her Highness the Princess marry our young master? As for her, unless the young master is willing to quit his job and become a stay-at-home husband, do you expect us to allow the two of them to turn the city hall into a husband-and-wife business?” Elena said.

“I…” Alice wanted to say that she didn’t think Ambrina was the type to have a lover, but she changed her mind before she could finish, “I don’t care about that.”