Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Just as the knife was about to slash at Ronan's chin, Dinia's knife disappeared, and he threw a punch that ultimately stopped at the tip of Ronan's nose.

Dinia withdrew her fist. "I lost."

Ronan asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly decide to have this pointless competition with me?"

“Because of the last battle with that old relic,” Dinia replied.

Dinia didn't finish her sentence, but Ronan understood what she meant. In the end, Ronan won the battle against the old antique because he took control of her body. Although she never showed anything afterward, she was still bothered by it.

“Actually, you don’t need to worry about that,” Ronan said. “I used to be a standard melee mage, so it’s only natural that I’m better at melee combat than you.”

“Now, I don’t mind anymore.” Dinia said with a relaxed smile, as if she had completely shed a burden.

"That's good," Ronan said.

Dinia let out a long sigh and walked towards the place where the wine had been stored. "I already had an idea, and the competition just now has made me even more determined to have it. I've decided that if there's another need to... well, in that kind of situation, I'll give my body to you."

"Okay, but I hope we don't encounter that level of trouble again." Ronan agreed, but also hoped he wouldn't run into any more powerful individuals of that caliber.

Dinia tossed a bottle of wine to Ronan. "Trouble is inevitable. After all, whether we go to the border provinces or the colonies, there will be trouble. It's just that the chances of encountering a powerful figure are probably very small."

“That’s true.” Ronan took the bottle, sliced ​​off the cork and the bottle neck with one finger, and took a sip.

Dinia opened the bottle in the same way, took a sip, and said, “Some magicians are not high-ranking, but their magic is strange, especially the divine magic in the Oath of Heaven. My strength has not deteriorated, but my combat awareness has declined a lot. So next year I plan to spend more time training to get back in shape. I will leave the city’s affairs to you.”

"How do you train?" Ronan asked curiously.

Dinia replied, "Go to the Mediterranean to kill the pirates supported by the Sultan. Some of the pirate leaders are from the divine magic system of the Oath of Heaven."

Ronan nodded.

In fact, Elena's magic is also a divine spell from the Oath of Heaven, but her magic is for applying buffs and restoring health and mana, which seems more normal.

After clinking their bottles and taking another sip, Ronan looked at the sea in the distance and suddenly asked, "Is our next stop confirmed to be the New World?"

Dinia was taken aback and did not reply immediately.

Seeing her reaction, Ronan knew he had guessed correctly. "Sure enough, this isn't rehabilitation, but a rehearsal, because the evil magic of those natives in the New World is similar to the divine magic of the Oath of Heaven."

"If we're going to the New World, our target is those two earls."

The two counts Ronan mentioned refer to the two sons of the current king's deceased second brother. They were enfeoffed overseas and theoretically had no right to inherit the throne, but this was only in theory.

Within the capital, there was no shortage of people who hoped one of these two would succeed to the throne.

Clearly, His Majesty the King wants Ronan and Dinia to go there and completely eliminate these two potential threats, and it must be done legitimately.

"You're probably right."

Dinia said that she said "should" because the king had only written to her about some unpleasant things about the overseas colonies, without specifying anything.

After a while, having finished talking and drinking, Ronan drove Dinia home and then went home himself.

At Dinia's mansion, Agustina saw Dinia and said, "Captain, you've just had some intense exercise. You two wouldn't be... uh, definitely not, the timing doesn't match. With your physique and looks, if he had the chance, he wouldn't stop until he's turned into a dried-up corpse."

Dinia had a headache. "Sometimes I really don't understand how you can say such vulgar things."

“Because my goal is to share with the leader, but you haven’t approached me,” Agustina replied seriously.

Dinia shook her head. "You're hopeless."

Chapter 191 Taxes, Business, and a Small Agreement

November, late autumn, the tax collection season.

The entire tax collection process took more than half a month to basically come to an end.

According to rough estimates, Xinhai City's tax revenue this year is 50 percent higher than the total tax revenue of the seven cities last year.

Half of the 50% increase is due to this year's bumper harvests of wheat and soybeans, coupled with the highly profitable sugar and stocking industries, as well as the trade in commodities such as soybean oil and alcohol.

Next year, the scale of various industries will expand further, and with the addition of seed companies, tax revenue will be even higher.

The other half is because some people who didn't pay their taxes properly in the past suddenly had a change of heart and started paying them after Ronan's kind reminder. The majority of these people came from the church. The total amount of taxes owed by the churches in New Sea City over the past few years was equivalent to one-tenth of the city's total annual tax revenue.

This is before any investigation into tax evasion has even taken place. If an investigation were conducted, there would be much more to discover.

No wonder so many people are shouting to overthrow the church. If the church falls, I wonder how many people will be able to eat their fill.

"Finally, I can go to work normally again."

Ronan sat in a chair in the bedroom, yawning and sighing.

He had been working overtime for the past week and hadn't seen Ambrina.

This is the trouble that comes with rapid development. There are too many changes that the administrative staff needs to adapt to. Even though the administrative staff in New Sea City has become younger after his repeated extermination efforts, there are still many who follow the two principles of "doing nothing wrong and covering up mistakes." Ronan has no choice but to personally take charge and keep an eye on this bunch of bastards.

Ding, ding, the distant chimes of a clock ring out, nine o'clock.

"Time to get something to eat."

Ronan stood up.

It wasn't that he wanted to eat it himself, but that he was giving it to Ambrina.

At ten o'clock, Ronan had just finished preparing the food when he was pulled into the restaurant. Due to the season, the time had been changed to ten o'clock.

Ronan prepared roast meat for Ambrina.

The roast meat was made from the neck of a black pig, marinated briefly beforehand, then coated with honey and roasted until the skin was crispy and reddish-brown, while the inside was tender and juicy. To achieve this, Ronan had to conduct culinary experiments after working overtime. After more than ten failed attempts, he ate so many of the failed attempts that he suddenly didn't want to eat pork anymore.

Then drizzle with a sweet and sour sauce, sprinkle with some tender chopped parsley to cut through the richness, and serve with Ronan’s homemade apple pickles.

There were three small pieces in total. Ambrina cut off half of it and put it in her mouth. First, there was the crispy texture and the sweet and sour sauce. Then came the salty and savory meat juice with the aroma of fat and the tender texture. The last layer was the fragrance of parsley shreds as she chewed, which relieved a little greasiness. After finishing, she took a small bite of apple pickle, and it was completely refreshing.

Ambrina finished eating a small piece of meat without saying a word to Ronan, and then forked the remaining half into her mouth and began to chew.

Seeing that Ambrina was only focused on eating, Ronan breathed a sigh of relief; all his efforts had finally paid off.

The dishes you serve to Ambrina to level up aren't just new; they also have to taste good to her. Otherwise, you might as well just serve her all sorts of culinary disasters.

After finishing the barbecue, Ambrina took a big gulp of herbal tea to rinse her mouth. After rinsing, she wiped her mouth with a cotton handkerchief and began to talk about what had happened in the capital these past few days.

During the week Ronan was away, the colorful jacquard stockings produced by the New Sea City hosiery workshop sparked a buying frenzy as soon as they hit the market. The most sought-after were the purple rose-patterned suspender stockings, which have now appeared on the black market due to their limited quantity.

Ronan thought that these flashy stockings might be popular. After all, the attire of the kingdom's nobles and wealthy merchants could only be described as extravagant, so they would probably like these flamboyant stockings.

But what was unexpected was that it would be so popular, and the most popular color was purple. Just imagining the scene is enough to make one's eyes water.

Then, Ambrina brought up other business matters.

The sugar sold very well, and more than a dozen other sugar shops closed down. Some businessmen came to her seeking cooperation, but left after hearing about her debt-to-equity swap plan. The next day, several bankers came and said they wanted to lend her 10,000 Golden Eagles. If Ambrina couldn't repay them, they would convert them into 40 percent of the shares.

Ronan recalled how he had sold the technology to a businessman with only 500 Golden Eagles, and couldn't help but sigh that the princess had a lot of influence. No one dared to compete with her, or even have any ulterior motives. The bankers in the capital were also rich; they could take 10,000 Golden Eagles without hesitation.

Ambrina patted Ronan on the shoulder. "Ronan, look." As she spoke, she lifted her dark blue skirt.

At first, Ronan's heart skipped a beat. He was afraid that Ambrina was also wearing those eye-catching stockings. But it turned out that Ambrina had simply changed into a pair of slightly sheer black pantyhose with a soft sheen and a pair of red round-toed lace-up leather shoes. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The black stockings made Ambrina's calves appear thinner when still, but with the slightest movement of her legs, the black stockings made her calves even more translucent and shiny, while the contrast between the light and shadow on her ankles and insteps, which were almost entirely black and opaque, still revealed her fleshy curves.

This obvious change in color aroused Ronan's desire, and since he hadn't had sex for the past few days, it slowly began to rise.

After meeting her several times, Ambrina was no longer shy at all. On the contrary, she was very happy to see Ronan reacting to her.

She always felt she wasn't pretty enough; her looks and figure were only better than most people's. None of the women around Ronan were in that category. Dinya was obvious, Elena was beautiful, tall, and large, Alice had long, curled eyelashes, slightly narrow eyes, and soft facial features—the kind of face with an oriental charm that many people admired. Agustina was also a beauty, and Yvette's girlish looks and figure were the type that some people were particularly fascinated by.

But even after seeing so many beautiful women, Ronan, who was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, still reacted to her, who was so ordinary.

This means he loves her wholeheartedly.

Ambrina stood up and slightly opened her arms.

After so many days, some things no longer needed to be said. Ronan understood, got up, and went over to hug her.

The hug and rubbing quickly turned into a kiss. Ronan had one arm around Ambrina and the other hand moved down to Ambrina's buttocks. He had only intended to keep the touch through her skirt, but he couldn't help but spread his fingers and apply a little pressure.

Unlike Elena's description of large, fleshy buttocks, and unlike Alice's soft yet bouncy little bottom, Ambrina's buttocks were round and fleshy. With a little pressure, five fingers could be pressed in, but if you tried to grab them, they would slip through your hands because of the skirt and silky pantyhose.

Unbeknownst to her, Ambrina's eyes began to glaze over.

After a while, Ronan withdrew his hand, took a deep breath to calm himself down, and soon the bell rang, the time was almost up.

Ronan kissed Ambrina on the forehead as a farewell kiss, "Anri, I'm leaving."

Just as Ronan was about to leave, Ambrina specifically emphasized, "Don't bring any food tomorrow."

“Okay,” Ronan replied.

Chapter 192 Chickens pecking at each other, madmen trapping each other, this...

The following day is Sunday, no work.

Located on a hillside in the northern part of the former city of Wright, there is a clearing where the remains of a few stone pillars carved by the Heidi people still exist.

Ronan and Dinia sat on the same large rock, with two bottles of wine and a big bag of Ronan's homemade, inauthentic shredded beef.

I was originally supposed to come with Carl to watch two training sessions, but Carl didn't show up.

"Where did he go?" Dinia asked.

“His fiancée is here,” Ronan replied. “A woman who is six feet tall and carries a giant sword.”

Upon hearing this, Dinia gasped and quickly dispelled her own imagination.

"Don't overthink it. She's not the muscular type. She has a great figure and is quite pretty. Of course, not as pretty as you, not as pretty as you..." Ronan almost blurted out "not as big as you," but thankfully he stopped himself, otherwise he probably would have had to do another training session.

“Hmm?” Dinia stared at Ronan.

Ronan smiled. "I mean, not as gentle as you."

"A liar's mouth." Dinia said disdainfully. It was only because she was sitting down and wearing a skirt that she couldn't kick Ronan, that bastard, that she would have done so long ago.

Inside the arena, Alice and Yvette's practice session began.

Not long ago, Yvette successfully broke through and advanced to become a first-order proper position. She is destiny, and it is unknown what important choice she encountered when she fell. All that is known is that she, like Ronan, is a manifestation.

The difference is that Yvette is ranged, and she manifests a bow.

The red magic arrow can be charged up, and it will become redder and brighter in stages as it is charged up, up to three times in total.

At this moment, Alice had already fired one shot. Her gun could only fire single shots, but it reloaded very quickly, taking only one second, so she immediately fired another shot.

Yvette completed a brief charging motion, unleashing the arrow while swiftly dodging.

She just didn't expect that the bullet Alice fired could actually curve, and as a result, the bullet hit her calf. If it were in the past when she wasn't in the correct position, this bullet would have rendered her unable to move.

On the other side, Alice also did not expect Yvette's arrow to suddenly explode and scatter at close range. She had no time to dodge and could only hurriedly raise her hand to block it.

Ronan looked at the two of them and laughed. "You could say that both of them have a lot of potential."

Dinia couldn't help but facepalm, and after a sigh, she finally managed to emulate Ronan's high emotional intelligence for once, saying, "Indeed, there's a lot of room for improvement."

On the other side, Agustina and Elena also began.

Both of them are at the second rank.

Agustina raised her hand and sent a powerful fireball flying. The ranks of the elementalists are different from others. The elementalists are standardized. Being able to cast spells is rank one, and being able to use elements to strengthen oneself is rank two. The strengthening of the fire element is to enhance one's own magical power surge, instantly unleashing more powerful magic.

Elena didn't dodge at all, and charged straight at the fireball with her twin swords. "Moon Tide!" Instantly, magic within Elena's range bounced outwards. Although the range was small and the power was not strong, it still dispersed the fireball. At the same time, the two swords pierced through the fireball and hurtled straight towards Agustina.

"Moon's Guidance." Elena released her gravity, and all the surrounding magic immediately drew towards her, including Agustina, a mage.

Elena's move was designed to leave Agustina with no way to dodge.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, a ring of fire suddenly appeared in front of her. Because of her Moon's Guidance, which directed magic towards herself, the ring of fire spread towards her even faster than before, and was about to burn her in the blink of an eye. She had no way to avoid it, and the only way was to release Moon's Tide to deflect the ring of fire.

But once they bounce away, Agustina will create distance again.

Agustina, who was flying towards Elena in mid-air, unleashed a fire breath towards the ground and twisted her body to dodge the flying twin swords.

The ring of fire that just exploded was a fixed-point, time-delay spell she cast.

This once again proves the saying that the battle of mages begins before the battle even starts.

However, at this critical moment, Elena showed no sign of panic, nor did she intend to release Moon Tide, because the two swords were covered in magic. She used Moon Summoning, and the two swords that had been dodged were now turning back, heading straight for Agustina's back.

Neither of them dodged; they were betting that the other would back down first, giving them an opportunity to attack.

On the big rock's stands, Ronan looked troubled. "Those two."

“They’re all the same,” Dinia added.

Both of them appear to be power-type, but they are actually skill-type, good at playing tactics, but when they go crazy, they can be incredibly crazy.

In the arena, a sword struck Agustina. Even with magic covering her defenses, it still tore her clothes, leaving a thin, long gash on her waist. On the other side, Elena was also blasted by the ring of fire, staggering back several steps before regaining her footing. She caught the two swords that flew back steadily. She appeared unharmed, but her magic was actually fluctuating internally, making it difficult for her to cast spells for at least half a minute.

"Want to come again?" Agustina asked Elena, touching the one-eyed eyepatch with one hand.