Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Dinya's hairstyle remains the same: a center-parted fringe and a thick braid at the back of her head.

Today I wasn't wearing the modified officer's uniform. My upper body was covered by a white shirt with shell buttons, and a purple bow tie was tied over the collar. Underneath the white shirt was a very fitted, wide-necked brown wool vest. The bow tie was draped over my high, prominent chest. The wide neckline of the vest perfectly outlined the lower part of my large chest, and the tight waistline made my already large chest look even bigger.

The outermost layer was a camel-colored suede calfskin trench coat.

Her lower body was covered by a coffee-colored woolen long skirt, the same color as her vest. On her feet were another pair of square-toed, chunky-heeled, low-cut ivory white leather shoes that Ronan later gave her. A small patch of smooth instep covered by flesh-colored stockings could be seen, along with slender ankles and a small section of calves encased in flesh-colored stockings. As she walked, the skirt swayed, slightly revealing the upper part of her calves, arousing even more curiosity about the long legs in flesh-colored stockings beneath the long skirt.

"What's up?"

Dinia asked Ronan.

“Of course,” Ronan replied, “about the two bowls of noodles.”

"Do you need me to leave?" Mrs. Antari asked. She knew about this and that Ronan was operating in secret and reporting to Dinia at all times, but Dinia had not told her, and she did not intend to inquire.

"No need."

Ronan said.

Now that things have come to this point, Mrs. Antari is a smart woman, and there's no point in keeping it a secret any longer.

“Let’s go together, I’ve made plans to have dinner with Tina and Evie,” Dinia said.

Afterwards, when Yvette finished get off work, they went to the police station to pick up Agustina, and the group went to a small restaurant.

The restaurant was really small, it didn't even have a name, and there were only four or five tables. It was obviously a family-run business run by a husband and wife.

A square table can only seat four people. Dinia and Agustina sat together, Yvette and Madame Antari sat together, and Ronan sat alone on the side closest to the aisle.

The dishes were ordinary and tasted alright, but they were still inferior to those in large restaurants. However, they were much cleaner and more hygienic than many small restaurants along the docks. This place was probably aimed at small business owners who didn't want to spend more money on food and lodging, but they also didn't want to eat and live with dirty sailors and workers.

However, there were two very good dishes. One was crispy fried pork rolls, which consisted of thinly sliced ​​pork and ham rolled into a roll. The middle part was filled with a mixture of pork fat, shrimp, and vegetables. The outermost part was coated with breadcrumbs and egg wash and then deep-fried. After frying, it was cut into sections.

The other dish is spicy pork sausage.

Although the seasoning is still very different from Ronan's hometown, the aroma of this pork reminded Ronan of the taste of his hometown.

After finishing their meal, the group went to Dinia's house.

Upon entering the house, everyone changed into slippers. These slippers, worn in relatively cold weather, were a small invention of Ronan's. The outer layer was crocheted from wool, and the sole had three layers: soft cloth, cork, and hard leather.

Agustina wore black ribbed cotton stockings over her black pantyhose because she wore long boots with her police uniform, and the cotton stockings prevented slipping and absorbed sweat.

Like Dinia, Yvette wore flesh-colored pantyhose, but her feet were too slender, even thinner than Alice's, so flesh-colored pantyhose didn't really suit her. Her loli-like figure was more suited to white pantyhose, but since she worked at the city hall, she always wore a suit and black high heels, so white pantyhose really didn't look appropriate.

Mrs. Antari wore lace stockings, and her calves had a mature, voluptuous look.

Dinia was still the same; she was a woman whose every part, from head to toe, could be used as a model. Her heels, covered in stockings, shimmered under the light, making one's lower abdomen burn with desire, as if one wanted to apply some white fluid to them.

Sitting down on the sofa, Ronan began to report the situation, telling everyone present everything except that he had reached a deal with Octave.

"You killed those people? Why didn't you say so sooner? I could have done it!" Agustina started complaining as soon as she heard this. She hadn't even been asked to do the killing! "Ronan, are you still going to kill them or not?"

“Of the remaining six, kill two more besides the priest,” Ronan said. “Leave the three with less serious offenses to manage the public outcry.”

Those who surrender themselves may be pardoned at the discretion of the court; for minor offenses, the crime does not warrant the death penalty. After all, Ronan is a kind and good person.

“No problem, let me carry out justice,” Agustina exclaimed excitedly.

"Don't harm the innocent," Dinya cautioned from the side, worried that Agustina might set the whole family on fire.

"Captain, you can rest assured about my skills. Those two definitely committed suicide by self-immolation out of guilt," Agustina said with a smile.

“There’s something else. I’ve come up with a new meditation method. Would you like to try it, Mrs. Antari? Maybe it can help you break through to become a novice mage.” Ronan said, taking out a small booklet.

Agustina snatched the booklet and started flipping through it.

Ronan didn't find her behavior inappropriate. After all, although Agustina seemed unreliable, she was a true academic and a technical expert among them, possessing the highest theoretical level of anyone present.

“You could say this is very valuable, or you could say it’s worthless,” Agustina commented. “It’s valuable because it’s quite groundbreaking.”

"The reason it's low in value is because children can't really learn what you're doing. It requires too much mathematical knowledge and critical thinking skills, while magicians all start as children."

"You are suitable for learning magic, but your affinity for magic is relatively low. You have accumulated a certain amount of knowledge, are relatively mature, and your thinking is not so simple. You have not even achieved the first three conditions. Or you are a genius who has accumulated strong mathematical knowledge and critical thinking ability at a young age. To be honest, both of these types of people are in the minority."

“Not necessarily,” Ronan disagreed. “Most of the people who can learn magic nowadays either come from wealthy families and are not afraid to spend money, or they have a high affinity for magic and are worth taking a gamble on. But if more people learn magic in the future, then I will be very useful to those with low affinity who have not been able to complete the first three requirements for several years.”

“That’s true, but that’s a bit far off,” Agustina said.

"Let's not talk about that for now," Ronan changed the subject. "I think Mrs. Antari is worth a try."

“Agreed,” Agustina nodded.

Mrs. Antari happens to have low affinity, and her meditation and exercise are very unstable, so she can't even do enhancement. If she can't even do enhancement, her body will remain in the category of an ordinary human.

"Then I thank Mr. Ronan in advance." Mrs. Antari expressed her gratitude. Although she appeared relatively calm on the surface, her heart was in turmoil. Approaching forty, she could clearly feel herself getting older. Her skin was starting to sag and her figure was starting to gain weight. This feeling was even stronger, especially when she was with Dinia every day.

I don't ask to restore my youth, I only ask to slow down this aging process.

"It's nothing," Ronan said.

“Let’s drink to celebrate our good news!” Agustina exclaimed excitedly. “I’ll go get three bottles of brandy first.”

Chapter 127 Drinking, not drunk, here you go

Upon hearing the word "drinking," Dinia's eyebrows twitched involuntarily, while Ronan's face flashed with a hint of embarrassment.

"Commander?" Agustina looked at Dinia with some confusion.

After a moment's hesitation, Dinia replied very decisively, "It's okay, drink."

"Drink," Ronan agreed, but this time he absolutely couldn't get drunk again.

Here, brandy is distilled wine with a relatively low alcohol content, around 40 degrees.

They all used wide-mouthed cups, and when filled to the brim, each cup held about four ounces.

The snack served with the drinks was a specialty from Agustina's hometown: ham.

Actually, you can tell from her name that she is a Villanian, that is, someone from the Spanish region in Ronan's original timeline.

Logically, they should drink slowly and savor the experience, but Dinia, Agustina, and Ronan are all heavy drinkers, especially Dinia, who drinks like water. The pace was unconsciously sped up.

Before long, before she had even finished her drink, Yvette was already a little drunk. "Ronan."

"Oh?" Ronan responded, unsure of what Yvette wanted to say.

Yvette pointed her index finger at Ronan, swaying it in mid-air as she said, "At first, I didn't like you. You were like a slick old bureaucrat, shamelessly flattering others. But after spending so much time with you, I've changed my opinion of you. You're a man of action, and you're different from other corrupt officials. You only accept bribes, you don't embezzle."

“Nonsense, if I were embezzling, wouldn’t all the city hall’s projects become just for show? Besides, what I did wasn’t bribery, it was collecting consulting fees,” Ronan said.

The city hall's money belongs to the citizens. Ronan may be a bad guy, but he wouldn't do something like "split the people's money 30/70 and return the gentry's money in full."

Even if he accepted bribes and made things easier for some businessmen, he would never allow them to act recklessly.

This was the case in Wright, and it's still the case in New Sea now.

Ronan took a sip. "To be honest, Yvette, I didn't like you at first either. You were a bit clever but arrogant and didn't understand the local situation at all. But after spending more time with you, I've come to appreciate you. You're principled and focused on your work. You should keep up this style."

"Ha, you talk like you're my boss," Yvette chuckled.

“Am I not?” Ronan retorted, raising his glass as he did so.

The two clinked glasses, and at that moment, they truly reconciled.

After clinking glasses, Yvette took a sip and finished the drink. She wanted to pour more, but Agustina covered her glass with her hand, saying, "Yvette, that's enough."

After saying that, Agustina poured Yvette a third of a glass. "That's all. You should go to sleep after you finish this."

When the drinking session resumed, Agustina recounted how she managed to secure her position in the police force.

It sounds like a long story, but it's actually just one sentence: he said he'd beaten everyone he could, and then announced that he would apply for more police officer subsidies.

“In this kind of violent organization, it still comes down to raw strength. I’m telling you, Ronan, even though you’re a level above me now, you’re no match for me,” Agustina said while chewing on ham.

"Really?" Ronan asked doubtfully.

He was a warrior among mages, and Agustina, despite being over 1.7 meters tall and wearing an eyepatch, was actually a mage in the truest sense.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Agustina beckoned with her finger.

“Then let’s go.” Ronan stood up and walked out.

The two walked into the courtyard and stood facing each other, about seven or eight meters apart.

Dinia remained seated, motionless. Mrs. Antari asked curiously, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

"There's nothing to see here. It's a pure contest between magicians, and they're evenly matched," Dinia said confidently.

Mrs. Antari was somewhat puzzled, but finally couldn't suppress her curiosity and went to the door to watch the battle.

In the courtyard, Agustina took out a coin. "The moment it lands is the beginning," she said, and tossed the coin.

The coin landed, and in the next instant, their contest was over.

Ronan stood motionless, shield in hand, a fireball resting on the tip of his nose. On the other side, Agustina also stood motionless, a sword suspended from her neck.

Agustina's fire magic can be cast without originating from herself; within a certain range, anywhere except another mage can be her starting point, so Ronan's shield is meaningless to her.

Ronan, now at rank three, was indeed a rank higher than Agustina. His casting speed and magical power were both superior to Agustina's, so the magical sword he conjured was already at Agustina's neck almost the instant she finished casting her spell.

The above two points are the basis for Dinia's claim that a fight between the two purely as magicians would be a draw.

With that strange armor, Agustina would be no match for Ronan at all.

"Impressive, your control is amazing." Agustina said as she extinguished the fire.

"I'm only good at single-target attacks, but when it comes to group attacks, you're definitely stronger." Ronan chimed in with a compliment, and at the same time sheathed his sword.

The competition ended in less than half a minute.

Back at the bar inside, I continued drinking.

At this point, Mrs. Antari, having finished her glass of wine, said she was almost done, and Dinia told her to go directly to her guest room to rest.

Not long after, Yvette also fell ill.

Only Dinia, Agustina, and Ronan remained, continuing to drink.

"Captain, aren't you hot wearing that? Why don't you unbutton your collar?" Agustina, who was already slightly drunk, said.

Dinia glanced sideways at Agustina, "If you can't speak, then don't speak."

Agustina smiled shamelessly and turned to Ronan, "Let me tell you, the captain used to have a terrible temper. If you teased her in the past, she would have hit you."

Ronan remained silent; he dared not respond to that.

They drank for a while longer.

"It's so hot," Agustina said, pulling off her coat, sitting on the sofa, pulling off her cotton socks and throwing them aside, and unbuttoning the top two buttons.

At this moment, she was only wearing a shirt on her upper body and cropped overalls on her lower body. When the pant legs were pulled up, her entire calves, covered in black stockings, were exposed.

Agustina was a little shorter than Elena, and her chest and buttocks were also a size smaller than Elena's, though still quite large. She had a more athletic and slender figure.

Seemingly still feeling hot, she simply pulled out the shirt that was tucked into her pants, causing her overalls to slip down slightly, revealing a section of mid-waisted black stockings and a glimpse of her slightly toned abs.

"You bastard!" Dinia scolded, then turned to Ronan, "What are you looking at, you filthy thing?"

Agustina swayed to her feet. "I didn't, um." Before she could finish speaking, she was completely grabbed and enveloped by a giant mushroom hand.

Dinia manipulated the mushroom hand to send Agustina to her own room, then threw her to the floor.

Ronan said, "I'm about ready too, I need to go back."

"I send you."

"what?"

Chapter 128 Urging Marriage, A Promise, and Chaotic Dreams

Ronan strongly suspected he was hallucinating, but he was certain he wasn't drunk.

"What do you mean, 'huh'? Can't you understand human language?" Dinia said with an unhappy expression.

“Yes, Madam Mayor,” Ronan responded reflexively.

The two left Dinia's residence.

After walking a few steps, Dinia suddenly said, "I didn't expect you to be such a likable person."

Ronan gave an awkward smile. "A good person's image collapses when they do one bad thing, while a bad person's goodwill easily increases when they do one good thing. That's probably the principle."

“What do you think of Ambrina?” Dinia asked.

Ronan froze for several seconds. How did the topic suddenly shift to Ambrina?

“A little kid,” Ronan replied.