Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Why not sell to the most powerful and influential people?

Because the powerful and wealthy these days are so greedy, most of the time they only want to split the profits 10/0, he gets 10, you get 0.

Those who think they have some skills and can get a 30/70 split with the powerful are dreaming. If you don't share your skills, we'll just kill your whole family. It's that simple.

Ronan's seed company produces ultra-high-yield wheat and soybeans—crops that no one else can breed—using technology that is completely impossible to imitate. And Ronan himself is a magician, the second-in-command of a city, yet he still has to use Ambrina's name. This is enough to show what kind of people the powerful and wealthy of this era are.

Otherwise, Ronan, an engineering student, would really be willing to delve into science and technology.

In addition to the seeds of these two crops.

The seeds from the black jar have grown into a magical plant that looks like cotton, and its applications have made groundbreaking progress.

As Ronan initially predicted, the threads produced by this thing were already enough to make stockings.

However, compared to the magical pantyhose made from the silk of the Flame-Patterned Sea Spider and the other two types of monsters, it is inferior in terms of performance. It cannot form such a strong defensive membrane, lacks the toughness and high elasticity, so it is not as durable, and it does not have enough shaping and beautifying functions.

However, the side effects are also fewer, and the toxicity is not as strong; anyone who can wield magic is enough to resist it.

There are two other advantages. One is that it is easier to weave and dye, and can make thinner and more colorful stockings.

The other one is that this thing is a plant. Plants can be grown on a large scale with high yields. Moreover, this thing is essentially a monster, so it doesn't need to occupy fertile land. It's perfectly fine to grow it on the mountain, and the price can be cheaper. The other three are all wild monsters, and the current artificial breeding technology is also very poor, resulting in limited production and high prices.

It is foreseeable that the cultivation and processing of this demonized plant will become another pillar industry of Xinhai City.

This time, Ronan plans to have the relevant companies registered under Dinia's name and give her some shares. Her name is more powerful than a princess's name. After all, cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents, and she can really turn people into iron orphans with ease.

"We're going to benefit the people again."

Ronan sighed.

He is truly the savior of the people of Xinhai City. He is so great. If it weren't for the fact that religions here prohibit idol worship, the citizens would probably have already built a shrine in his honor.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Ronan's thoughts. After a "Come in," "Blind Man" Seth entered.

“Your Excellency, Mr. Louis is dead,” the blind man said.

"Which Louis?" Ronan asked, since there were far more countries named Louis than Louis.

“Louis Brumann,” the blind man said, uttering the name.

Ronan was slightly taken aback.

Louis Bruman was one of the few rank-one mages among the original seven special cities. He was forty years old this year and graduated from a third-rate school in the north. He was a first-order elemental mage. At forty years old, his level was not very impressive in the country. However, in this place that had been deliberately suppressed in the past, he was a big shot. He lived a more comfortable life in the special city than many second-order and third-order mages who struggled in the capital.

If I remember correctly, he was the special advisor for the construction project of the magic academy. In reality, he would take the design drawings and periodically check whether certain places met the design requirements. After all, he was the most idle full-rank magician in this area, and his main attribute happened to be earth.

"How did he die?"

Ronan asked.

The blind man explained that initially, two workers on the construction site died mysteriously, and the matter was resolved by spending some money.

Upon hearing this, Ronan seriously suspected that the creator of the world was a racist, because there were no blacks in this world, which was clearly discrimination against white people. If there were blacks, the two workers would not have died, and the other white people would not have had to pay compensation.

The blind man continued his narration. After the two workers died, Bruman conducted an investigation but found nothing, and the matter was dropped.

A week later, Bruman stopped going out, but according to his family and servants, he was otherwise normal except for locking himself in his room at night and not allowing anyone to approach. Another week passed, and Bruman died suddenly at home.

"These are his belongings," the blind man said, handing over a piece of paper.

The paper was covered with the words "Don't go down," and even more strangely...

Chapter 131 Strange Things, History, and Uninvited Guests

Although each "Don't go down" message was handwritten, the handwriting was almost identical, as if they were photocopied.

It seems like it, but it isn't; Ronan is certain it was written down.

Even a high-ranking mage with superior control and concentration would never be able to achieve this level under normal circumstances, unless they practice for many years. But who would practice this?

There must be something wrong with this.

"There shouldn't be any problem with keeping the news under wraps, right?" Ronan asked, knowing that this kind of thing definitely needed to be kept under wraps.

“Those two workers were from out of town and didn’t know many people. They’ve already been taken care of. Mr. Louis is fine too. His family doesn’t want the news to spread. I even told them that if Louis died under mysterious circumstances, all the income he earned from his positions in various guilds would have to be canceled immediately. If he died of natural causes, he could receive it for another six months,” the blind man said.

“Hmm, not bad.” Ronan nodded slightly. “Also, spread some rumors, like that some nobleman has been cuckolded, something the citizens like to talk about. There are so many people at the construction site, and the Bruman family has a lot of servants, so eventually the news will spread. Spreading some rumors will make people pay less attention.”

After saying that, Ronan took the paper and headed straight for Dinia's office.

This matter must be resolved quickly. There must be some strange power in Leithburg. If the Church finds out, they might use it as an excuse to cause trouble.

Finding Dinia was simple. First, this matter couldn't be kept from her; if the situation worsened and Ronan hadn't reported it, there would be a big problem. Second, she was knowledgeable and experienced, and might be able to figure things out.

Ronan explained the whole story to Dinia, but Dinia still had no clue.

"It seems I'll have to investigate this myself."

Ronan said.

It's not that he can't assign people, but if all the high-ranking mages suddenly die as if possessed, ordinary people probably can't withstand it at all. If a few public officials die, the cover-up will definitely not be able to be kept.

“Together,” Dinia said.

Ronan readily agreed, "Sure, just say you went on an undercover investigation afterwards."

He couldn't wait for Dinia to come along.

Without hesitation, the two left the city hall and their first step was to find Renn, who originally owned one-fifth of the property rights to Lightburg. This guy was an olive oil merchant and also a direct descendant of Baron Lightburg. In the past, Lightburg belonged entirely to his family, but after the title was removed, the family became increasingly unable to maintain Lightburg, so most of the property rights were sold off in the past few decades.

He had just used the money from selling the property to pay off his debts, and everything felt much better.

The reason for choosing him over the other two was that he should know some secrets about Wrightburg.

He took him all the way to Leitburgh, and Renn basically told him the history of Leitburgh.

The only two things that mattered to Ronan throughout the entire history were: first, Fort Lighthouse was built on the site of a Heidi people's ruins; and second, Fort Lighthouse was the place where the Heidi people were imprisoned and massacred.

"Some people are spreading rumors that Lightburg is cursed. Mayor, Secretary General, please don't believe it. I can guarantee that it's nonsense. Over the years, so many businessmen have stayed there temporarily, and nothing has ever happened."

Raine assured him that he was afraid Ronan would cause him trouble and make him pay up. He had just paid off his debts, but he didn't have a single extra bronze musket.

What he said made some sense. If something was going to happen, it would have happened long ago. Ronan didn't believe in curses or anything like that, but it was impossible to say that Lightburg was completely without problems.

Dinia shares a similar view.

Unbeknownst to them, the three had already arrived at the construction site. The renovation project was still underway, and the more problems arose, the less they could stop work. Stopping would be tantamount to announcing to the outside world that there was a problem.

Moreover, although Lighthouse Castle was considered small within the castle complex, it still covered hundreds of acres and contained over a hundred rooms of various sizes. As a result, the construction was divided into several sections. Many workers were unaware that two people had died under mysterious circumstances and assumed it was an accident, since it was quite normal for someone to die during construction these days.

Just as Ronan was pondering how to proceed with the investigation, a tall, handsome man, who turned out to be a magician, walked towards him.

He was extremely handsome. This was the first time Ronan had seen someone whose looks were comparable to his own. His magical level should be at the same level as Ronan's, around the third tier. As for which magic system he belonged to, he could only conclude that they were not the same system.

"Miss Alcott, hello." The man greeted Dinia in a calm tone, but his eyes were eager.

Alcott is Dinia's middle name. Her full name, like Ronan's, is also very long. The word Alcott originally means "oracle," but when used as a middle name, it specifically refers to "appointed patron saint," the kind appointed by the church.

This title is only given to those who have made great contributions to the church, or those who are strong enough, such as a powerful magician like Dinia, or a king. If Ambrina is to succeed to the throne in the future, this title will also be added to the middle of her name.

"Oh, um, hello." Dinia responded politely, but her poor acting skills betrayed her; she didn't know the man at all.

Clearly, this guy was probably an admirer of Dinia, but Dinia didn't recognize him at all. Ronan wanted to laugh, but he held it in out of politeness and took the initiative to greet him, "I am Ronan Artes, may I ask who you are?"

“Karl Nantes, just call me Karl.” Karl introduced himself and extended his hand. “I’m here to apply for a teaching position at the magic school.”

Applying for a job? Most magic academies only offer introductory courses, and New Sea City is no exception. Basically, you only need to learn the first three subjects and two of the last four to graduate. Therefore, there is no need for a full-fledged magician to be a teacher. Even in very prestigious magic academies, most of the teachers are junior magicians. Otherwise, how could Yvette and Dinia become colleagues?

Could Mr. Carl's intentions be any more obvious?

The two exerted force almost simultaneously the moment they shook hands.

In terms of magic, Ronan was slightly inferior, but in terms of physique, Karl was no match at all, and soon his hand was deformed by Ronan's grip.

After pinning the opponent down, Ronan let go.

Ronan then said, "Mr. Carl, you've come all this way to our little town. As a part-host, I should make sure you get proper accommodations. Don't worry, it's the best hotel available, and you won't have to pay anything."

“No need, I still have some savings.” Carl refused directly. “Although I haven’t officially joined yet, it seems Miss Alcott and you have something on your mind. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Dinia was about to refuse when Ronan spoke first, "Then let's go together, but there's no payment."

“It’s alright.” Karl’s brows relaxed and he smiled.

He could never forget Dinia since he met her at the award ceremony eight years ago. However, he never intended to pursue her. Although others saw him as a young, handsome genius from a privileged background, he knew very well that he was not worthy of her. Coming here was just a little bit of willfulness before getting married. After helping to get the magic school up and running, he would leave and go home to marry the woman his parents had chosen for him.

Chapter 132 Investigation, Opening of the Museum, Something in the Stomach

Raine's mission was complete. Ronan found Alan, the person in charge of the construction section where the accident occurred. Alan was Antoine's cousin. Antoine was originally one of the secretaries of the seven special cities. His family mainly ran a loan business. He didn't get a department head position because he arrived a step later than old Alves. He is now the deputy district head.

Led by Alan, the three of them went to the place where the two workers who died had worked. They searched for a long time but found nothing. They then went to the workers' accommodation and asked other workers who had worked with the two men. They all said that the two dead men did not usually associate with them and that they had not seen anything unusual about them in the days before the accident.

Finding no clues at the construction site, Ronan gave a few instructions to the person in charge, Alan, and then left.

With Karl by their side, the three of them traveled by carriage to the home of the suddenly deceased Bruman.

Bruman lived in an estate, which was many times larger than Ronan's mansion. The gate alone was six meters wide, with a guard on each side and another responsible for delivering messages and guiding the way. The two guards took turns on duty, which meant that he had six guards at home.

After waiting at the door for twenty minutes, the messenger returned and told the other two guards to open the door for Ronan and his two companions.

The gatekeeper led the way, and Ronan and his two companions made their way forward, soon meeting the mistress of Bruman Manor, who was also Bruman's wife.

Bruman came from a small farming family, whose circumstances were even worse than Chloe's. He went to study in the North, graduated, became a full-fledged magician, and married the daughter of a wealthy landowner. It took him more than ten years to build his current fortune.

Therefore, even after his death, his living parents and brothers could not be in charge of the family; his wife was the one in charge.

His wife is alright, and very young, definitely under thirty.

After a brief exchange, Bruman's wife led Luo Nan and the other two to his room.

Entering Bruman's room, Ronan found it very clean and tidy, and turned around to ask, "Has this room been tidied up?"

“No, he hasn’t been moved since he died; he’s remained exactly the same,” Bruman’s wife replied.

Ronan frowned. This was strange. According to the blind man, Bruman had locked himself in his room for a whole week, with his food and drink being brought in by servants through the door. Moreover, the note he left behind clearly indicated that he was mentally unstable before his death, yet his room was so tidy, as if no one had ever lived there.

The room was large, and Ronan and his two companions searched for nearly two hours, covering almost every corner, but still found nothing of interest.

“It seems we can’t find any clues,” Carl said. “Perhaps we should go back to that construction site and investigate more thoroughly. Maybe there’s something underground. After all, Mr. Bluman’s primary focus is on earth, and secondary focus is on water. He might discover something underground.”

On the way here, Ronan briefly described the case to him, so he knew some of the details and naturally had his own opinions.

“No, there’s still one very important place we haven’t investigated,” Ronan said.

“Where?” Carl asked.

“The body,” Ronan replied.

Karl's face immediately turned grim. Based on his upbringing, the idea of ​​performing autopsies in a museum was really inappropriate.

"Let's go," Dinia said, and was the first to leave the room.

Bruman's death has not yet been announced to the public, let alone buried; his body is still lying in an unsealed coffin.

Ronan and his two companions arrived at the dry, cold basement where the coffin was kept. Dinia went up to open the coffin lid, but Carl beat her to it, saying, "Let me do it, Miss Alcott."

Dinia glanced at Karl with some annoyance. "Call me Madam, Mayor, or Egis, it's fine."

She didn't like the title the church gave her, and she disliked being called that by others.

Carl didn't say anything, but lifted the coffin lid with both hands.

Instantly, Ronan and his two companions, along with Bruman's wife who had come along, all showed expressions of astonishment.

Because Bruman's right forearm was missing, and the cut was very clean, yet there wasn't a trace of blood in the coffin.

This is very wrong. If the deceased had such obvious abnormalities, the blind man would have told him. Was it Bruman's wife who deliberately concealed it?

Ronan looked at Bruman's wife and immediately understood from her surprised expression. She hadn't expected this either, which was enough to conclude that Bruman's right forearm had suddenly disappeared after his death.

After thinking for a moment, Ronan prepared to lean forward and reach out to take a closer look. Just as Ronan stepped forward, Carl suddenly spoke up, "Wait, there's something in his stomach."

"Are you sure?" Ronan asked.

“I’m sure.” Karl answered with certainty. He was a water-wind type, and he sensed water elemental magic fluctuations in Bruman’s corpse. It’s normal for a dead person to have residual magic, but the presence of such fluctuations was unusual.

"I'll do it." Ronan conjured a sword. Since there was something inside, the only option was to cut it open.

“Step aside,” Dinia said to Ronan. “When you strike with your sword, who knows how many disgusting things will emerge.”

Dinia began casting her spell. At Bruman's level, he couldn't withstand Dinia's magic even if he were alive, let alone if he died. Soon, a bunch of mushrooms sprouted inside his body, wriggling around in his stomach.

From the outside, Ronan and his companions could only see a small bulge on the stomach of the corpse, which was still dressed in a magnificent robe, and this bulge was constantly moving from side to side.

Finally, the little drum stopped with a muffled "poof," followed by a tearing sound. A hole appeared in his clothes, and a mushroom grew out of his belly. At the same time, the mushroom cap pushed out a key.

Then the mushroom sprouted a tiny mushroom hand, picked up the key that had fallen on the corpse, and tossed it into the air.