Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Ambrina was not yet seventeen, while Ronan was almost ten years older than her. In his eyes, Ambrina was indeed just a child.

“She’s interested in you, you know that?” Dinia added immediately.

So that's what I was going to talk about all along; no wonder I had to bring it up separately.

Ronan smiled and said, "When children encounter something new, they may develop feelings for it for a while, but these feelings will fade over time. Besides, Her Majesty the Queen will eventually marry a prince, or at the very least, a duke's son."

Dinia's expression suddenly turned serious. "What would you think if I told you that she wouldn't marry some high-ranking nobleman but someone like you?"

Ronan was stunned again. He subconsciously wanted to say that the joke wasn't funny, but he couldn't find a trace of a joke on Dinia's face.

"Don't scare me." Ronan's voice was trembling slightly.

Dinia had no intention of telling King Ronan about her idea. "You're not young anymore, you should find a woman to marry."

"I don't have a boyfriend," Ronan said.

“I won’t even ask what type of woman you like,” Dinia said. “I know a few women who have a good family background, can help you advance further, are beautiful, and are also quite capable as magicians. I can introduce them to you.”

“Such an outstanding woman wouldn’t be interested in me,” Ronan said, shaking his head.

“You’re good-looking and quite capable. You’ve already reached this position at such a young age, which makes you quite outstanding,” Dinia said. “Those people are very willing to invest in a young person like you.”

"Looks aren't that important for a man, and my strength is only average. As for getting to this position, isn't it all thanks to you? Thank you for the compliment, but I'm just an ordinary person." Ronan indicated that he was very ordinary. "Also, I, Ronan, have no interest in being a vassal of any family, and it doesn't matter if I can't climb to the top."

"Really? Then promise me one thing."

Dinia's tone suddenly softened.

"You don't mean I have to stop corresponding with Her Highness the Princess, do you?" Ronan asked.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? That will only make her rebel." Dinia glared. "What I'm saying is, if you ever have the chance to be transferred to the central command, you'd better talk to me first."

“No problem, my loyalty to you is boundless, madam.” Ronan agreed without hesitation, adding, “I would much rather work under you than go to the central command.”

Dinia smiled enigmatically. "Heh, it's because I'm easier to manipulate, Secretary General."

Ronan shook his finger. "Of course not. Working with a beautiful woman like you, who is so pleasing to the eye and body, is incredibly motivating. Working with a bunch of bald old men, on the other hand, is just utterly boring."

Bang! Dinia punched Ronan in the stomach, and Ronan immediately clutched his stomach and half-squatted down.

“I’ve told you more than once, you’re not allowed to say vulgar things to me,” Dinia said, glaring at her.

Ronan clutched his stomach and said in a weak voice, "This is a genuine compliment." As he spoke, he continued to look down at Dinia's calves, which were encased in flesh-colored stockings and shone with a translucent white light under the moonlight.

"Don't pretend, you didn't use any force at all," Dinia said coldly. "If you mess up the exam when you're back in a few days, I'll really punch you."

Ronan stood up straight. "You can rest assured that I'll handle things."

"I'm leaving now. Go back and get some rest." With that, Dinia turned and left. After taking a few steps, she suddenly turned back and said with great difficulty, "You've worked hard these past few days. Thank you."

Before Ronan could say anything like "It's my pleasure to serve you," Dinya had already vanished in a flash. She didn't want Ronan staring at her anymore. After knowing him for so long, she had long since noticed his quirks, but she didn't intend to point them out or change them.

As a shapeshifter, she could actually change her body shape, or even redesign her appearance to make herself less noticeable, but she never thought of changing it because this is how she naturally looks.

For some reason, she's recently started to feel inexplicably annoyed by Ronan's gaze.

Ronan shook his head. Women are so inexplicable.

When Dinia returned home, she found everyone else was already asleep. After washing up, she also went to bed.

In her dream, she and Ronan attended the entrance ceremony at a magic academy that was already quite famous, and then saw smiling faces at a collective farm. In the blink of an eye, the two were drinking at the bar. In a daze, Ronan was already drunk. She sat on the sofa and told Ronan that she was being transferred. Ronan walked over and shook his head, saying that he had a chance to go to the central government. As soon as he finished speaking, he staggered and fell at her feet.

She smiled at Ronan's embarrassment and asked him if he would like to come with her.

Suddenly, Ronan's expression changed. He grabbed her right leg, pulled off her boots, and began to vigorously scratch, rub, and lick her foot.

For some reason, she froze on the spot. Ronan's assault continued upwards, and in the blink of an eye, the toes of her flesh-colored stockings were soaked, and her calves were also wet, forming a brownish color.

She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and clutched her chest with both hands to suppress the strange feeling. In a daze, she realized that her skirt had been lifted up.

Startled, she suddenly opened her eyes and reached out to stop him. Looking down, she discovered that she wasn't wearing any underwear under her pantyhose. The thick, neat white pubic hair and her ample pubic area were separated only by the crotch of the flesh-colored pantyhose, which was already soaked.

How could I not be wearing anything?

“It’s white too.” Ronan, who had been silent until now, spoke up and stretched out his hand.

"court death!"

Dinia roared and suddenly woke up, only to find that it was already morning. She took a few heavy, deep breaths and brushed away a few strands of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead.

Dinia got out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face to wake herself up.

"Why would I have such a dream?" Dinia asked incredulously.

She wasn't panicked or worried; instead, she instinctively began to think. As for the possibility that she might have feelings for Ronan, she didn't even consider it.

Looking back, she was separated from boys in the orphanage when she was young. Later, she joined a magic guild, left the guild to become a princess's private tutor, and then became a teacher at a magic academy. Most of the men she knew were older, and she didn't have much contact with them, except for Ronan...

Chapter 129 This is normal, I see, why did you lose your composure?

Ronan is the only man she can call a friend so far, and he's the same age as her—something she had never really thought about before.

But we're just friends.

“That kind of dream is a normal reaction for women, and it’s normal for me to have it too,” Dinia muttered to herself.

She had heard people say that men dream about doing certain things to a certain woman.

Conversely, it's not surprising that women have such dreams. The reason Ronan is in their dreams is because Ronan is their only male friend.

Moreover, she never had an ideal image of the opposite sex in her mind, because she never thought about finding a man to live with.

"It was an inevitable phenomenon, plus a chance factor, that ultimately led me to have this dream. There's nothing to worry about."

Dinia drew her conclusion.

It was inevitable that she would have this kind of dream, and she could only dream of Ronan, which is why she had that dream before.

"In the end, that's all there is to it."

Dinia has come to terms with it.

At the same time, Dinia also made a decision: she could never have any more male friends again; Ronan alone was annoying enough.

Meanwhile, Ronan was enjoying a relaxed breakfast.

After breakfast, Ronan left his residence and leisurely headed to the city hall. He planned to find the blind man and the mute man to ask them about the magic academy. He was certain that Priest Eric was not targeting him simply because the church's magic school might compete with the magic academy.

There must be other reasons.

Ronan found the blind man and the mute man, and when he mentioned the name Eric, the blind man remembered.

The story begins from the beginning. Thanks to Dinia's network of connections, the magic academy project was established last year. A magic academy of a second-rate level agreed to set up a branch school, which was already a cause for celebration. If it were just Xinhai City on its own, even a third-rate institution might not be willing to come.

Once the project was established, the first thing to do was, of course, to acquire land.

Ronan drew a circle on the map. The circled area was Fort Light, north of the former city of Calais. Fort Light was located at a major intersection, with Calais to the south, Sama to the southwest, and Pro to the east.

The reason why the Ronan Circle is located here is because of its convenient transportation, especially for people from Sama and Pro to come to school.

Wright Castle was built two hundred years ago and was the castle of Baron Wright.

Baron Wright was a local celebrity. He was an old immigrant who joined the Royal Guard and rose to a high position. Before Lawrence came to power, the Golden Eagle Dynasty had one thing in common with the previous dynasty: most of the Royal Guard members were heretics.

Baron Wright, whose religion was unknown, was able to marry eight wives and had more than fifty children when he died.

Ronan's biological mother's name contained the word "Wright," which is why Ronan's full name also includes the word "Wright."

That's why Ronan said there were more fish with "Wright" in their names in the Special City than in Blackfish Harbor.

Although the title of Baron Wright has long since disappeared and Wright Castle is now empty, the castle and the land remain, making the ownership situation rather complicated.

The New Sea City Hall has its eye on this land and plans to build a magic academy on the site of Lightburg in the future.

But the church also had its eye on the land, and Father Eric was in charge of the negotiations.

When this priest Eric arrived, he said that the church wanted the land because it was for a glorious and great cause, and he hoped that the several property owners would be able to come and have the honor.

The translation is that the church wants to get something for free, at most giving a token amount of money.

They wouldn't agree to that. They bought Leyteburg and usually earn a little money from merchants traveling north and south for lodging and travel expenses, barely enough to maintain this dilapidated castle. They haven't earned a single bronze musket in all these years. The church makes a few words and expects them to contribute. They think they're back to the church's days of being arrogant five hundred years ago.

Five hundred years ago, they would have been willing to pay extra for their beliefs, but now, talking about faith is a waste of money.

In conclusion, Lightburg and the surrounding land were sold to the Newsea City Hall without any trouble.

They couldn't afford to be displeased. Although the property owners rejected the church's proposal, they were still afraid of the church. After all, even today, the church is still quite wealthy and powerful, and it has no shortage of priests who can fight and kill. If they really angered them, they would accuse you of blasphemy and send you to see the angels.

Once the property rights have been transferred, if the church still wants the land, they can go to the city hall themselves; it's none of their business.

"So that's it."

Ronan understood now.

Eric wanted to acquire the land cheaply to build a church magic school, but his offer was too low and he failed. In the end, he became angry and blamed Ronan for the failure.

Having learned the whole story, Ronan didn't plan to linger in the city hall any longer. "I'm leaving now, you guys keep going."

As for the church, Ronan didn't take it to heart. They were trying to reform, so they didn't really want to cause any big trouble. It was just people like Father Eric who were secretly causing trouble. Not killing him was already giving the church enough face.

Of course, the church's magic school will still need to be established, which will inevitably lead to competition.

But what does that have to do with Ronan? He used this opportunity to further expand his power and make some money along the way.

As Ronan left the city hall, he unexpectedly ran into Dinia.

Dinya changed her clothes again. Underneath, she wore a black long dress, but upon closer inspection, the black dress was covered with dark red jacquard patterns, and the workmanship was extremely exquisite and intricate. Over it, she wore a fitted purple long coat with large gold buttons.

Purple, black, red, and gold—these colors exude a cool elegance with a touch of strength.

Looking at her calves, she was still wearing medium-thickness black stockings, and on her feet were a pair of burgundy horsehide high heels, eight centimeters high, making her look almost as tall as Ronan.

Ronan stared in disbelief for several seconds before greeting her, "Good morning, ma'am."

"Mmm," Dinia hummed in response. Actually, before leaving, she had planned to say something to Ronan, like, "Why aren't you looking down anymore?"

She wanted to mock the scoundrel with something like, "Is there something on the ground?" but she couldn't bring herself to say it, and in the end, she just hummed in response.

Dinia entered the city hall, and Ronan walked away, but the scene from just moments ago still lingered in his mind.

"Fuck, who says even the most beautiful woman gets boring after a while? I just got an erection, thank goodness my pants are thick enough."

Ronan never expected that, after knowing Dinya for so long, he would still have such a moment of losing his composure.

Back home, Ronan inquired about the progress of his two maids, Chloe and Lutas, in their studies.

After asking them questions, I started to answer their questions. The two of them had some basic mathematical knowledge and their thinking ability was okay, but it was still too poor. In Ronan's timeline, they were still a bit short of the level of elementary school graduates. Without teaching them, they really couldn't learn Ronan's meditation method.

Before they knew it, it was noon, and the two went to cook.

After lunch, we continued.

Although their skill level is not very high, their attitude towards learning is acceptable. Ronan predicts that they can master meditation in a year at most.

Chapter 130 The Issue of Eating Habits, Benefiting the People, and Bizarre Accidents

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye. In mid-April, the weather began to warm up, with daytime temperatures around ten degrees Celsius.

The recruitment exam has ended.

It's no surprise that more than half of the civil servants who were recruited were from long-term immigrant backgrounds. Ronan had already adjusted the exam content, eliminating some of the advantages of new immigrant candidates. Moreover, the long-term immigrant candidates were already carrying expectations and holding their breath. If they still failed the exam, then Ronan could only say that he had given them a chance but they were useless.

Most of these people were assigned to manage collective farms by the agricultural sector or to the police force to balance the power of the new immigrants in this violent institution.

The rest are scattered into various departments, where they will definitely be ostracized. It all depends on whether they can stand out. As long as they can make a name for themselves, Ronan will find a way to promote them.

Of course, these people who are scattered into other departments mainly serve as a demonstration.

The original immigrants constituted the majority of the population. Although there were many poor people, there were also small merchants, craftsmen, and small landowners who could afford to send their children to school. However, many of these people were unwilling to let their children study because they thought it was useless. They believed that their children would inherit their fathers' businesses and that it would be enough for them to be able to read and write the words related to their trades.

But things are different now. Studying more can lead to becoming a civil servant, which is much more respectable than being a small businessman or craftsman. In the past, this would just be a lackey of a nobleman, which was respectable.

Meanwhile, the collective farm plan was proceeding smoothly, although many things went wrong along the way. Farmers are known for their bickering and disputes, but Ronan had contingency plans for most of these issues, so they were resolved quickly.

After all, Ronan was a successor of socialism in his previous life, so he had some understanding of collectivism. When it comes to this kind of thing, without exaggeration, he was probably the most professional person in this world, bar none.

Of course, the most important thing is that the wheat and soybeans grown in those white pots grew very well after being planted. Once people saw this, the problems that existed before became problems. Farmers, the government, grain merchants, and other agricultural capitalists all depended on this to make money.

In this era, things like nation, ethnicity, and beliefs cannot unite people into a common front, but money can.

Meanwhile, things were going very well at the sugar factory, as Octave was smiling as he handed Ronan the gold coins.

Undeniably, sugar is an economic powerhouse in this era, its money-making ability exceeding Ronan's wildest imagination.

However, Ronan estimated that Octave's smile wouldn't last long. He wasn't a big shot in the South, which would inevitably attract the covetousness of the powerful and wealthy. Moreover, this sugar-making technique wouldn't become a unique skill; others could learn it just by watching a few times.

This is why Ronan was willing to sell the technology to him in a manner that was almost a buyout.