Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Dinia gazes at the horizon where the sea meets the sky, and asks, "Do you have a dream?"

"My dream is to dedicate my life to the kingdom."

"I want to be prime minister."

"..."

Chapter Three: The Cage, Smuggling, and Helpful Citizens

To be honest, Ronan would have no way to deal with the number one female magician on the continent, the Kingdom Hero, if she wanted to use force in a small border city like Wright City.

But if you want to be prime minister, then I can rest assured.

Ronan smiled slightly, "Mayor's vision is truly admirable. One day in the future, the citizens of Wright City will surely feel incredibly honored that the Prime Minister once worked here."

Praising someone is free, so just keep praising them as much as you can.

“Artes, you are a talented person and should not be overlooked,” Dinia said, reverting to addressing Ronan as Mr. Artes.

Ronan didn't respond immediately, because it was clearly just empty promises.

What kind of place is Kolette City? It's a special city. There are seven such cities in the southern coastal area of ​​the kingdom. Each of them has two things in common. First, there is a fishing port town in the city, which houses more than 10,000 people of the minority ethnic group, the "Seapiper People". In this way, the more than 100,000 Seapiper People are divided into scattered communities.

Secondly, the city's main officials are people who have a blood feud with the Haidi people. Ronan was able to become the Secretary-General of the City Hall at a young age, not only because he had made contributions, but more importantly because he had a good grandfather who participated in the bloody massacre of the Haidi people.

To put it bluntly, Wright City is like a prison, the Heidi people are the prisoners, the civil servants are the jailers, and the jailers want to be promoted to other places.

Unless a powerful figure intervenes.

But is this top female magician on the continent, the soon-to-be mayor, a powerful figure? She is certainly powerful, after all, she is a hero of the kingdom, but power is not necessarily the case, otherwise she wouldn't have come to Wright City to become the mayor.

"Thank you for your praise, Mayor, but the work of the Secretary General of Wright City has already required me to exert all my strength to barely manage it. My abilities are not yet sufficient to undertake more important work."

Ronan said.

The meaning is clear: I won't even look at this pancake.

Although Light City is a coastal port city on the southern coast of the kingdom, the other side of the sea is occupied by backward small countries, making war virtually impossible.

Wouldn't it be better to do some construction work and have some fun with the maids in a place like this?

Dinia clenched her fists. Since Ronan wouldn't respond, there was something she had to bring up: "I've heard that gambling is taking place in Blackfish Harbor, which is strictly prohibited by the Kingdom."

finally come.

Ronan could certainly say that gambling didn't exist in Wright City at all, since the games in Blackfish Harbor weren't strictly gambling, but as a seasoned civil servant, if his superiors said it existed, then it must exist.

"Once the mayor officially takes office, an investigation into this matter can be launched immediately, and I believe a definitive result will be obtained in a short time."

Ronan said this.

They're veteran civil servants; they'll drag things out as long as they can. If they really can't drag it out any longer, they'll just arrest a few typical bad elements.

“The head of the Royal Capital Garrison once said something similar to me,” Dinia said in an unfriendly tone, implying to Ronan not to play along.

The implication was something only cunning and treacherous people would understand, which Ronan obviously couldn't comprehend. "Madam Mayor, the work efficiency of our Wright City certainly cannot compare with that of the Royal Capital Guard, but our work enthusiasm will absolutely not lag behind anyone else."

Dinia's face turned completely cold. "You have a good relationship with the Haidi people?"

“The Heidi people of Wright City live relatively well, so they get along fairly well with our local civil servants,” Ronan replied.

"Can the Seapipe People dive into the sea and use their conch shells to control large fish to transport live animals?" Dinia asked again.

“Not every type of sea fish, and not every sea leopard can, let alone control, it’s more like guiding,” Ronan replied.

Dinia beckoned, and a large mushroom sprouted from the ground. He sat on it, crossed his legs, and said, "Someone in White Star City is using the Seapiper people to smuggle Rust Iron Sea Spiders. You need to figure out a way to catch them red-handed."

Ronan frowned.

The Flame-Patterned Rust Iron Sea Spider is a strange creature that can magically produce large quantities of black silk threads. These threads are the core raw material for making a type of black pantyhose that is believed to preserve a woman's youth. The pair worn by the mayor is this type of pantyhose.

The Flame-Patterned Rust Iron Sea Spider is naturally very valuable, and valuable things are naturally subject to control, and controlled things are naturally subject to smuggling.

At this point, Ronan understood Dinia's purpose: she wanted to arrest a group of smugglers from the city next door.

With her reach so far, she's not here to be mayor, she's here to be governor.

I really don't know which bad guy came up with this terrible idea for her.

Catching smugglers is a small matter, but once this precedent is set, will she stop there? Ronan doesn't think so.

She can cause trouble on the southern coast and simply leave, but mayors come and go while secretaries remain constant. If Ronan agrees to her request and dutifully carries it out, he will undoubtedly become an unreliable person among the secretaries of the seven special cities on the southern coast.

The day Dinah left office was the same day Ronan retired.

“Madam Mayor, no agency in Wright City has the authority to conduct investigations across city boundaries.”

Ronan said.

"Is it wrong for a concerned citizen of Wright City to accidentally discover criminals?" Dinia questioned.

Good heavens, not only did he come up with terrible ideas, but he also corrupted the pure hearts of the kingdom's heroes. Even the most enthusiastic citizens are using their tricks. Patriot Ronan hereby swears to find this corrupt element who is ruining the country.

“Of course,” Ronan replied. “However, even if the criminals are caught, the people of White Star City can only be tried in White Star City.”

"Just tell me whether you're going to do this or not."

Diniya took a hard line.

Ronan fell silent, lost in thought.

If he does this, he'll become an unreliable secretary-general, and his future will be difficult; if he doesn't, his difficult days will begin immediately.

"It must be done!" Ronan said firmly.

"Hmm." Dinia nodded in satisfaction.

“But we can’t just do it that way,” Ronan said, changing the subject.

"Hmm?" Dinia raised an eyebrow.

“Please listen to me, Madam Mayor.” Ronan held up two fingers and began, “First of all, you are a hero of the kingdom, possessing unique magic, and no one can impersonate you. Secondly, apart from me and my maid, no one here knows that you are the new mayor of Wright City.”

"It will be ten days before your letter of appointment arrives in Wright City, Mayor. Before that, you can go directly to White Star City. They will definitely give you a grand welcome. Just hint to them that you are a special envoy, and they will arrange for you to stay. Then, just set the house on fire. Then, you can subtly imply that it was done by smugglers. The local officials will definitely cooperate fully with you to catch the smugglers in one fell swoop. They are so focused on quelling the incident as quickly as possible that they have probably already written the verdict before they even arrest anyone."

“Throughout the entire process, Madam Mayor, you were merely a tourist and did not violate any regulations.”

Ronan gave Dinia this idea.

The central idea is simple: you can cause trouble if you want, but Wright City and I will not participate.

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and after a long pause, Dinia slowly spoke.

"Come with me, and your maid will come with you."

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Chapter Four: Advancement, Destiny, and the Mayor

"Yes, Madam Mayor." What else could be said besides that? Oh, well, there was something else, Ronan added, "Thank you for placing such great trust in me, Madam Mayor."

“Hypocritical,” Dinia said. Though the words were harsh, a slight smile played on her lips after she uttered the word. “To correct you on one point, my letter of appointment will arrive in Wright City in five days. Is five days enough?”

"Five days should be enough time, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, there shouldn't be any major problems," Ronan said.

Dinia glared at Ronan with her red eyes. "A problem? I won't allow it."

"Yes."

Ronan agreed.

The two returned the way they came. As they took their first step away from Blackfish Harbor, Ronan suddenly froze. Two lines of text, visible only to him, appeared before his eyes.

"Picking up the silent conch shell in the waves, the nocturne of bygone days resounds once more."

"After the tide recedes, the blood-red sand is lifted, and the requiem of the otherworldly moon finally returns to tranquility."

The appearance of these two passages signifies that Ronan's destiny magic is about to advance. Ten years ago, after Ronan had just transmigrated and returned to the present, and won his first small battle, he also awakened his destiny magic with these two passages. The words are different, but the meaning is the same: only one's own choices can turn a new page in destiny.

At that time, Ronan's fate was to stay or leave, and he chose to stay.

Now, it was time to make a choice again. Although he couldn't fully decipher the words given by fate, he could understand the general idea. On the left, he could really go with Dinia to cause a ruckus in White Star City, while on the right, although he could go, he could try to stay out of it.

Ronan fell silent.

“Hesitation is pointless.” Dinia offered this advice from a magician’s perspective. As a fellow practitioner of fate magic, she knew very well what Ronan was facing at this moment. She believed that people should just follow their hearts and that thinking too much was pointless.

Ronan shook his head at Dinia for the first time, "I didn't hesitate, I just remembered a woman's words: even the smartest butt will eventually sit in the wrong chair, and even the dumbest brain is level with the body."

“She is a woman of great wisdom,” Dinya praised.

"Haha." Ronan chuckled softly. "Thank you for the compliment."

"Hmm?" Dinia was slightly surprised by Ronan's words.

“I’ve met the person who said that before, my maid Elena,” Ronan said with a smile.

He had laughed at Elena for being so impulsive and lacking any ability to read between the lines, and then Elena said those words to him.

Amidst the laughter and banter, Ronan touched the text on the left, choosing to create excitement rather than simply watch.

Because his head is on the left.

With the advancement of his Destiny Magic complete, Ronan's fate has turned to its second chapter.

Ronan's "sword and shield" itself remains unchanged, but from this moment on, the "sword and shield" can be handed over to others for use.

"Which chapter?" Dinia asked.

“Chapter Two,” Ronan replied.

“At your age…” Dinia instinctively wanted to say, “At your age, I was only…”, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized that she was no longer a teacher at the intermediate magic academy. She was not facing a child in his teens, but a male secretary who was only a year younger than her.

"Concretization or transformation?" Dinia asked again.

The two major systems of fate magic are the manifestation system, which manifests a certain magical item, and the transformation system, which allows oneself or even other things to transform into another thing.

“Manifestation,” Ronan replied.

Dinia didn't ask any more questions.

Upon returning home, Ronan briefly explained the situation to his maid, Elena, then went to his housekeeper to give instructions for the next few days before heading to his room.

Dinia changed back into her original clothes, the outermost layer being a long hooded robe.

Ronan wore a cloak over his casual clothes, and replaced his top hat with a flat-topped, short-brimmed naval officer's hat.

Elena changed into more practical attire for long journeys: an indigo women's long coat modified from a cavalry overcoat, a black woolen long skirt, mid-calf knitted stockings, and a pair of leather boots.

With their luggage in hand, the three of them quietly left Ronan's mansion and headed towards Dinia's temporary camp in the suburbs.

When we arrived near the camp.

The sunset glow atop the hill faded like the silk shawl of a drunken noblewoman, while the newly lit campfire in the distance gradually brightened in the darkness that slowly embraced the earth.

Ronan and his maid Elena followed Dinia to this temporary camp on the outskirts of Wright City. This was the ruins of the Sea Flute people's temple, and the broken walls were like an ancient pen, writing about the past in the distant ancient times.

Not far away, three handsome white horses were tethered, and nearby, two women were preparing food by the campfire.

A man with medium-length black hair, parted in the middle and tied in a low ponytail, wearing an eye patch over one eye, with striking features, long, curled eyelashes, and a handsome face but with a lazy, casual expression typical of an older man. His attire resembled that of a male nobleman on a hunting expedition: a white floral-collared shirt, a light gray vest, black suspender trousers, and dark brown knee-high leather boots. He was sitting on a stone slab, applying marinade to three skinned rabbits with his hands.

The other woman had red hair, fair skin, and a youthful face and figure. She wore a country-style long dress, reminiscent of a young noblewoman's attire, and reddish-brown, unadorned, round-toed high-heeled shoes. She was stirring a thick soup with some kind of sauce in a pot with a spoon while keeping a wary eye on Ronan.

Bringing your own people is perfectly normal for a mayor to come to a place like Wright City. Winston brought more than a dozen people with him, while Dinia only brought two. She was practically the most confident mayor in Wright City's history.

Dinia led Ronan and his servant over and introduced them to Ronan.

First came the black-haired woman with a one-eyed eyepatch, "Agustina Serrano, my bodyguard."

Then came the red-haired woman, “Yvette Orion, my advisor.”

"Ronan Artes, Chief of the Secretariat and Director of the Fisheries Protection Division of the Wright City Hall." Ronan introduced himself. Of course, he was more than just a secretary. If he were just a secretary, how could he clean up the scourges around the mayor? How could he maintain good relations with the honest and kind-hearted people of Haidi?

After introducing himself, Ronan introduced his maid, "Elena Pavis."

Pavis means "great shield." The surname originated from a king of the previous dynasty who was nearly driven out of the capital. He bestowed this surname upon the pagan guards in the royal guard who worshipped the moon goddess.

After the dynasty fell, the royal guard disbanded, but to this day many people with the surname Pavis are still active in various mercenary groups.

The reason is simple: she's strong, has great stamina, and isn't very bright. Ronan knows all three of these things well. If Elena hadn't been so beautiful at such a young age, and hadn't been forced to beat up a wealthy businessman and run away, she would probably be a mercenary by now.

After the introductions were completed, we had dinner together without saying anything else.

After Ronan withdrew, Dinia and her staff talked with the guards for a while, but it's unclear what they discussed.

Then Dinia arrived at Ronan's side, saying, "We'll set off at midnight and arrive in White Star City by noon tomorrow."