Yes, Madam Prime Minister

"My name is Tyr, and I am the god of the Haidi people who live here. A thousand years ago, I was attacked by a group of priests who betrayed the god and sealed here. However, in the legends of the outside world, I may be called a demon."

The blond man introduced himself in a hoarse, deep voice, his weathered and melancholic eyes seeming to tell a tragic story from the long river of history.

Ronan almost couldn't help but laugh.

The gardener Tyr was a thin, blonde woman, while the man before her, with his muscular physique, was more like Thor than Tyr.

It must be said that if Ronan hadn't met the gardener Tyr and known the history of the Haidi people, he might have been fooled by this highly skilled actor.

Just as Dinia was about to expose him, Ronan suddenly grabbed her butt and broke her fall. Dinia's eyes widened in anger, and she was about to lash out when she saw Ronan looking very serious, so she immediately suppressed her anger.

“You have no evidence,” Ronan said to the man impersonating Tyr.

The blond man smiled slightly but did not answer immediately.

His original plan was to gain Ronan and his companions' initial trust by helping them when they encountered difficulties and were in dire straits, and then guide them little by little, just like he had done with the middle-aged magician before.

He hadn't expected the white-haired woman in front of him to be so incredibly powerful. The mechanical golems were slaughtered like chicks in front of her. The man was no pushover either, easily defeating the cube that posed the question.

However, he was not discouraged; on the contrary, he was delighted and excited.

Chapter 140 Similar, yet unlike: Force is a prerequisite for communication

The original plan has undoubtedly failed completely.

However, failure is failure. In any case, the whole set of tricks and charlatans is nothing more than a little trick to deceive the weak and fools.

The two people in front of him were neither weak nor foolish, so there was no need for him to play these boring little tricks that he would never have bothered with in the past.

"What, is there no way to prove it?" Ronan asked again.

In his mind, the only way for this imposter to prove his identity would be to bring out some of the lost techniques of the Haidi people.

Ronan was quite interested in these technologies.

“Forget it, let’s end this boring drama.” The man said, the desolation and loneliness in his eyes vanishing in an instant, replaced by an arrogant calmness. “Let me reintroduce myself, I am Oulus Osiris Venaya Fasnicus.”

Ronan and Dinia were both taken aback.

This is a typical name of someone from the old empire, and it is quite famous.

The name of the Kingdom of Venaya actually originated from him.

More than 1,400 years ago, Osiris Venaya was the first mage in history to reach the seventh rank.

The old empire is very similar to Rome in another time and space, and this man is somewhat similar to Caesar in another time and space, but he is stronger than Caesar, yet he does not have Caesar's good fortune.

Vena was of lower birth than Caesar. As the second son, he had no right to inherit the throne and no access to political resources. However, in a world where magic existed, he won the favor of the then-ruler with his superb magical skills and extraordinary abilities, and rose to power step by step. However, he was not as "low-key" as Caesar in the early stages, so Ronan only said that he was somewhat similar to Caesar.

These are two completely different people.

At the age of fifty, Venaya finally became the governor. At that time, he was still at the fifth rank, but during the ten years he led his army on expeditions to the Phos region, until he completed the conquest of the Phos region, he had reached the seventh rank.

Therefore, it's not surprising that he speaks French.

Before returning to the army, at the age of sixty, he still looked like a robust thirty-year-old.

Everyone understood that when he led his army back to the country, he would usher in a new era and become the ruler for life. Even if he didn't want to be the ruler, he had no choice, because several of his confidants eagerly hoped that he would become the ruler for life, and then, after he grew old, they would naturally go further and become a dictator.

However, he died on the eve of his return journey.

It's incredible, because magicians of his level are practically forever young, only starting to age as they approach their death date. Moreover, they have very long lifespans. Even in that era, when the application of magic was not yet mature, someone of his level could easily live to be eighty years old.

Historical records indicate that he died suddenly from illness.

However, many later generations believed that he died in a conspiracy, that his confidant, the later founder of the Vena Empire, joined forces with domestic opposition forces to kill him.

But the problem is, who could defeat such a powerful mage at the time? Forget about assassination or poisoning; those things are completely useless against a mage of this level.

"It seems that my name is still known to everyone, even after a thousand years, especially to the Phas people."

The man who called himself Venaya spoke in a seemingly casual tone, yet with an undeniable air of arrogance.

“Excuse me, I’m not strictly speaking a Phos person. My ancestors were from the island of Wieland,” Ronan said with a smile. This was no joke; Ronan’s name was not a typical Phos name.

Venaya smiled and said, "It's not easy for a wise man like you to be born among the barbarians on that small island."

"Let's get back to the main topic. Logically speaking, you should already be dead," Ronan steered the conversation back on track.

Venaya breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Haidi people live in the area near the Mediterranean Sea. Many merchants in our country buy grain from them. According to these merchants, they are a group of people who are good at farming and have little fighting ability."

"My original intention was to conquer them along the way, but I didn't expect their military strength to exceed my imagination."

"I am a politician, a general, but even more so, a magician."

"I think if you were me, you would also be intensely curious about the origins of these powers."

"In the end, I merged into this body and was sealed here, unable to leave on my own. After decades of research, I have mastered quite a lot, but for some reason, I had to fall into a deep sleep. About half a year ago, I finally woke up. I never expected that this sleep would last for a thousand years."

Vena skipped over how he became this way and didn't mention a word about what he had mastered.

"If you let me out, I will conquer the world, and you will be qualified to be my right and left hands."

Venaya said this without any pretense. He disdained to lie to the strong. Even if he was naturally invincible in the world, he would still need helpers to complete such a conquest, and the man and woman in front of him had already gained his approval.

Ronan looked at Dinia, indicating that he should go with her decision, but Dinia showed no interest whatsoever and coldly refused, "No interest."

“It doesn’t matter.” Venaya didn’t seem to mind at all. “I got to that position because I respect everyone who is qualified to speak with me. What do you want?”

“If I want it, can’t I just take it myself?” Dinia retorted.

“Woman, I admire you,” Venaya said. “You have a kind of spirit that many men lack, which makes me even more interested in you.”

Dinia simply emphasized one word: "Boring."

Ronan still had a smile on his face. "Your Excellency Venaya, I have a suggestion. You can show us what you have. Maybe we'll be tempted after seeing it. If you can successfully arouse our greed, greedy people are willing to do anything, including helping you get out."

Vena blew away the long, golden hair that was obscuring her vision. "Young man, in this world, there is no rule about giving out rewards before the battle has even begun."

“But the world is never short of generals who don’t give out rewards after the war,” Ronan added.

“It seems necessary to tell you a fact,” Venaya said, pulling the thick iron spike from her right hand with her left, and then pulling it from her left hand with her right. “I only said I couldn’t get out on my own. I never said my power was sealed. In fact…”

Ronan finished speaking for him before he could finish, saying, "In fact, your power is completely undiminished, and even stronger than when you were alive. After all, your current body is no ordinary one."

This guy has been in charge of everything. If he loses his power, how will he control things?

With golden hair and golden eyes, it was clearly an artificial divine body created by the Seapipe priests based on Tyr. Their purpose was the same as that of those imitations of the Illusionary Music: on the one hand, as a fighting force, and on the other hand, to try to understand Tyr's weaknesses during the imitation process.

This body is definitely stronger than that of an ordinary human.

“I’ve always believed that people shouldn’t use force against each other, but should communicate properly. But sometimes force becomes the prerequisite for communication.” Venaya seemed quite helpless.

Dinia looked at Ronan, "Mind your own business."

By this time, Venaya had removed all the iron spikes from her body.

Chapter 141 Appreciation, Battle, Everything is a Cunning Strategy

The last iron spike clattered to the ground, and Venaya looked at Dinia, "Let me see just how much time has progressed."

Before the words were even finished, a short spear pierced through Dinya's neck from behind, the entire spearhead protruding from her neck and pointing directly at Venaya.

At some point, Vena's neck was twisted three and a half times by two mushroom hands that grew from her shoulders, making her neck look like a pretzel, with her face completely turned backward.

If an ordinary person had their neck pierced or twisted, they would have died long ago, but both Dinia and Venaya are alive and well at this moment, and even quite calm.

Vena straightened her neck with both hands, and her twisted neck suddenly flowed like a semi-liquid before returning to normal. "You're not bad, I actually couldn't defend against your magic."

Dinia reached out and grabbed the protruding spear tip, pulling it straight forward and tearing the entire spear out. She then casually tossed it aside. "It's been a long time since I've encountered someone who could hit me without me noticing."

With a snap of his fingers, Venaia summoned a woman beside him. She wore a feathered helmet, had a sculpted face, and was dressed in a breastplate. She held a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, and wore a long dress and Roman sandals.

“My summoned spirit, Minerva,” Venaya introduced.

Upon seeing this unique summoned spirit, Ronan's eyelids twitched. Was this guy really the legendary magician Venaya, whose name was recorded in history?

“Relax,” Dinia said to Ronan.

Ronan understood, and in the next instant, Dinia had already turned him into a mushroom. She reached out and grabbed the mushroom Ronan had become, sucking it into her hand and then swallowing it whole.

Ronan was not strong enough to deal with either of the two individuals, whether it was the original body or the summoned spirit. She could only turn Ronan into a mushroom and swallow him to ensure her safety.

“I’ve never seen magic like this before. It’s beautiful.” Venaya’s gaze was one of pure appreciation for something extraordinary.

As a person from 1,400 years ago, when he was still active on the stage of history, the magic of fate did not exist, and the oath of heaven had not yet taken shape. At that time, there were only elements and summoning, not to mention the transformation system of the magic of fate. The magic that Dinia cast was the first time he had ever seen it in his life. How delightful and exciting it was.

In the instant that Venaya was stunned, Dinia's fist, wrapped in a red layer of magic, came flying. The summoned spirit moved forward on its own and raised its shield to block, but the uppercut shattered the shield. The fist landed squarely on Venaya's chin, shattering her jaw and cracking her entire face.

Almost simultaneously, Venaya delivered a sweeping kick to Dinya's waist, the violent force shattering Dinya's ribs and rupturing his internal organs.

Meanwhile, mushrooms had already crawled all around. In the next instant, Dinia was reborn behind Venaya, her hand like a sharp blade, piercing directly into his internal cavity from behind, and tearing his heart apart with her outstretched hand.

At the same time, Dinya's back had been pierced by a spear.

Vinaya's ruptured heart seemed like a mere decoration; he could still almost effortlessly unleash a back kick, striking Dinia like a battering ram.

In almost zero seconds, Dinia's body, like a spring, arched backward in a bridge-like motion, dodging Venaya's back kick. At the same time, she turned around, opened her mouth, and aimed at Minerva, unleashing a pillar of red light composed of pure magical energy.

However, the summoned spirit Minerva did not use her regenerated shield to block the attack, but instead dodged it as if by teleportation.

Having missed her first attack, Dinia once again used Mushroom Teleport to create distance.

"Their physical strength is extremely high, their body structure is inhuman, and they possess incredible regenerative abilities. Their summoned spirits are incredibly fast and have amazing reflexes. Their attacks are so unpredictable that they are almost impossible to dodge. We can't keep using this kind of single-target attack to wear them down." Dinia analyzed the two enemies in her mind and instantly decided to change her battle strategy.

At the very moment of inner turmoil, the magic was activated, and countless red spikes stormed towards Venaya and the summoning spirit Minerva.

The space here was vast, even larger than where they had first landed, but in the blink of an eye it was completely enveloped in red. It could no longer be called a red storm, but rather a red tsunami that directly swallowed up Venaya and his summoned spirit.

Under such intense, saturation-force attacks, dodging becomes pointless.

In the blink of an eye, the summoned spirit Minerva's shield and armor shattered, her clothes torn, riddled with holes.

Venaya simply turned from a sieve into a shapeless meat paste. If it weren't for his powerful regenerative abilities, he would have long since turned into scattered bits of meat.

At the same time, everything in the entire space was swept away by Dinia's terrifying magic. The iron chains as thick as an arm had long since turned into iron slag. The ground, the ceiling, and the surrounding walls were covered with countless straight scratches, and some strange devices and machines in the distance were also smashed to pieces.

A few minutes later, seeing Minerva finally disappear and Venaya completely turn into a puddle of liquid, Dinia stopped the magic, let out a long sigh of relief, and realized that the spell had consumed at least one percent of her magic power.

At this moment, Venaya, who had been a puddle of liquid, reformed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, he had transformed back into the blond, muscular man he once was, without a single wound on his body.

Before Venaya could speak, Dinya said first, "You're trying to say I've been tricked, aren't you?"

“Ha, I’m liking you more and more.” Venaya laughed. “That’s right, you broke that sealing device that I couldn’t even get close to. Now, I can go out.”

Dinia showed no sign of frustration at being tricked. "If I hadn't used such an attack, I'm afraid he and I would be stuck here with you."

"That's right. Single-target attacks can't do much real damage to me. Here, I can extract the power of all the magic stones to repair myself. If we fight by exhausting our resources, there will only be one result: your magic power will be completely depleted."

"In the end, the outcome was already decided the moment you and he arrived here. If you are weak, I can't do anything to you, because weak people cannot destroy those devices with their own strength. I must guide them to operate them in order to break the seal. If you are unwilling, then I really can't help you."

"Unfortunately, you are very strong. All I need to do is force you to fight me."

Vena kept talking.

He wasn't a talkative person, but he had been holding it in for so long. Even though he spent most of his time sleeping, the time he spent studying and waking up a few times in between was almost a hundred years. After such a long time, he had so much to say when he met a living person.

"Now, my conditions remain unchanged. Come with me, and I'll take you to conquer the world. I'll give you whatever you want. I admire you. It's okay if you don't become my woman. That somewhat intelligent young man is your lover, isn't he? You can be my general, and he can be my advisor. I can be your officiant at your wedding. How about it?"

Vena extended her hand, extending a sincere invitation.

He genuinely admired Dinya.

“First, I’m not interested; second, he’s just my subordinate,” Dinia said.

Vena raised an eyebrow. "Ha, see you again sometime."

Chapter 142 If you disagree, if you can't reason with them, then do it!

After saying that, Venaya spread out her left hand, and a pillar of fire shot straight to the top of the sky. Then she spread out her right hand, and a tornado grew from small to large. In the next instant, the tornado had completely shattered the scorched ceiling.

Moonlight streamed directly through the hole in the ceiling.

A wave of water rising from beneath her feet carried Venaya out of the cave and onto the surface.

Just as Dinia was giving chase, a bolt of lightning struck down from the hole, and Dinia almost couldn't dodge it in time.

This person actually broke the rules and mastered two kinds of magic.

He not only has summoning abilities, but he also possesses elemental magic.

After dodging the lightning strike, Dinia leaped up and out of the cave, landing on the surface. She then spat out a mushroom and dispelled the magic on it.

In the blink of an eye, the mushroom turned into Ronan.

“Just now…” Dinia was about to explain what had happened when Ronan reached out and interrupted him, “I know, he’s free.”