Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Dinia turned to look at the two of them and couldn't help but shake her head slightly.

In her eyes, Ronan had solid fundamentals and was focused and cautious in battle. Such a person would definitely be a good opponent in a one-on-one fight with other mages, a true arena fighter. But he was really not good at fighting in a group battle like this. If it weren't for that, Ronan would have consumed less energy.

Karl was even worse. He was a typical person with no actual combat experience. All he knew was to cast spells like he was shooting at targets. He cast spells on every single target and didn't even know how to use enemies to hinder them.

The real enemy hasn't appeared yet, but the two of them are already exhausted. Dinia rolled up her sleeves, and three mushrooms grew on her arm. She plucked them and threw one to Ronan and two to Karl.

Ronan took the mushroom and started eating it right away. As he ate, he explained to the somewhat puzzled Karl, "This can replenish mana and restore stamina. It's like the lady transferring her magic and life force to us."

“This…” Karl hesitated for a moment, then said, “One plant is enough for me.”

Dinia's face immediately turned ugly. "Are you a noble lady? Why are you being so awkward? Are you trying to hold us back by not eating?"

Ronan patted Carl on the shoulder and said, "Dude, don't mind her. That's just how she talks. You'll get used to it."

To be honest, although he had only known Karl for less than a day, Ronan thought he was a good person. He was just a bit arrogant, but otherwise he was alright. He was brave and determined, and dared to get involved even though he knew things were complicated. He was also upright and did not deliberately hold back his strength in the battle. Seeing that he had come all the way here and was scolded, Ronan felt a little sorry for him.

"It's alright, it's my fault," Karl said, looking self-reflective.

"Uh." Ronan gave a slightly embarrassed "uh," which sounded a bit like a sycophant's statement.

“Stop talking nonsense, Ronan, what do you think?” Dinia asked.

“The dead Bruman definitely didn’t encounter these magical machines. With the strength of a first-level mage, it would be difficult to kill two or three of them, and there would be no way he could run back alive. But if he didn’t see anything, he wouldn’t have gone crazy and left such a strange last message.”

Ronan shared his opinion.

As they delved deeper into their investigation, the mysteries not only remained unsolved, but actually multiplied.

“A mediocre elemental mage might not be able to open that door.” Karl interjected, then realized he was being too arrogant and added, “What I mean is, he might not be able to read the Old Empire’s script. Although elemental magic is the oldest form of magic, nowadays, apart from some advanced academic books, introductory textbooks generally no longer use the Old Empire’s script.”

Carl's words gave Ronan some ideas, but they were just guesses.

"Let's go first. We need to keep moving forward. The enemy must be very strong, and we won't find any help if we turn back now," Ronan said. If it weren't for Dinia, Ronan and Karl, both Tier 3, would have had to run away from that large group of small Phantom Symphonies.

“Let’s go,” Dinia replied, and continued forward.

The three continued forward, walking for a short while until they came to a door. Unlike the huge, heavy stone door they had seen before, this door was just an ordinary double iron door. Ronan went up and pulled it open.

Looking from the outside into the room, it is a square cubic space. At first glance, there is nothing but four walls and ceilings.

If you look closely, the texture of the walls and floor is the familiar texture of Magic Stone, somewhere between stone and metal.

Ronan and his two companions naturally couldn't just rush in. Dinia tried to cast a spell from outside, but it was no use; the mushrooms wouldn't sprout at all. Karl cast a spell from outside, but his water flow quickly went out of control and vanished without a trace as soon as it entered the room.

It's obvious that it's a magic-suppressing area inside. Once you go in, you won't be able to cast spells, and you can't damage it from the outside.

"Shall we go in?" Dinia asked Ronan.

“Go in,” Ronan agreed, then looked at Carl, “Mr. Carl, you should go back and find someone named Yvette at the city hall. Tell her about it privately, and she will know how to handle it.”

There's clearly something wrong with this cube-shaped space inside. Once you go in, you might not be able to get out anytime soon. Someone has to go out and report back to stabilize the situation.

Carl hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

He wanted to stay, but along the way he also realized that Dinia trusted Ronan, and based on some details, the two seemed to have gone through similar situations together.

Whether out of trust or experience, he should be the one to go out and deliver the message.

Carl turned and left quickly. Since he couldn't stay, he was determined to fulfill his mission.

Ronan watched Carl's retreating figure and remarked, "This Mr. Carl is quite something."

"It's time to go," Dinia urged, stepping inside.

Ronan followed, and the two had just entered when the door connecting the inside and outside closed in the next instant. The next instant after that, the door disappeared, and the space became a completely enclosed space.

As for the fact that magic can no longer be used, that was expected.

The two were not worried at all, because all of this was being orchestrated by a mastermind who had not yet shown himself, and this mastermind's purpose was definitely not to kill anyone, since Bruman had managed to get out alive.

Moreover, this kind of magic-free space must have been built by the Haidi people, and may even be related to the gardener Tyr. Is it necessary to go to such great lengths to create such a fancy killing trap?

Moreover, Ronan and Dinah had already made arrangements for their backup plan.

"What do you think this place is?" Dinia asked.

"That brick says 'Leading to the Land of Sleep,' so there must be something important hidden deeper inside. Right now, this place should be a place that the Sea Flute people can easily pass through, but outsiders will be continuously trapped. It's like a checkpoint, and this checkpoint is magic-free to prevent anyone from forcibly passing through, probably to prevent the people of the old empire from doing so."

Ronan analyzed.

It's been running perfectly for a thousand years; hopefully, this Zenith technology won't explode again this time.

Chapter 136 Guess the Number, It's a Sensation, It's Poisonous

The two stood in the middle of a cube-shaped space that was neither too big nor too small, measuring five meters in length, width, and height.

"According to you, this cube-shaped space is a midway checkpoint, so there must be an exit leading to another place. But here there are only walls, not even a door or any information."

Dinia said, a hint of urgency appearing in her eyes.

Ronan remained very relaxed. "There will be bread, there will be milk. We've seen these structures called magic stones before, which can display text and transform. They can give us information at any time and open doors at any time."

Less than a minute after Ronan finished speaking, text appeared on a wall. It was neither the script of the old empire nor the script of the Heidi people, but the kind of script that only he could decipher.

Clearly, this anti-magic space was not created by the technology of the Haidi people. The level of these artificial humans is at most that they can only do some applications. They have not mastered the core technology. Most of the illusory melodies that the three of them encountered in the passage were imitations. Compared with the real illusory melodies, those little things are far inferior.

Upon closer examination, it's possible that the Haidi people harbored rebellious intentions long before they defeated the old empire.

With a great god like the gardener Tyr above him, even if Ronan were the priest at the time, he would never have had any thoughts of expansion. Forget about expansion, he would have killed this "god" first.

Dinia already knew that Ronan had the ability to decipher this kind of writing. "Stop staring blankly, what does it say?"

Ronan explained, "It's a number guessing game. One through six represent six walls. If you guess correctly, the door opens; if you guess incorrectly, the wall you guessed wrong will release something threatening. You can't guess consecutively; there must be a ten-minute interval between guesses."

At this moment, patterns have appeared on each of the six walls. There is a dot under your feet, six dots on the ceiling above your head, and two to five dots on each of the four sides.

"This game is very interesting. If a group of people come in, the person who makes the decision will definitely be blamed if they guess wrong."

Ronan laughed.

The probability of guessing six numbers correctly on the first try is not high. If the leader of a small team guesses wrong a few times, he will definitely be blamed.

“Guess,” Dinia said.

“Okay, I’ll go first. Next time you come, we’ll take turns guessing,” Ronan replied. “Let’s start with six. You have to do me a favor and touch the corresponding wall three times in quick succession when you choose a number.”

The reason for guessing six is ​​that six is ​​the most difficult number. If an average person doesn't have the tools, they can't even touch the five-meter-high ceiling.

“No need, I’ll do it,” Dinia said.

After saying that, Dinia jumped up from the spot, easily leaping more than three meters, and punched the ceiling directly. The moment he landed, he crouched down like a spring contracting and then jumped up again, completing the triple strike in the blink of an eye.

Two seconds later, the six dots on the ceiling corresponding to the number six disappeared, and a large red cross appeared.

You guessed wrong.

Soon, the entire ceiling turned as red-hot as a branding iron, and the entire enclosed space was enveloped in red and yellow light, rapidly heating up.

They had to wait ten minutes to guess the number again. Less than a minute later, Ronan was so hot that he took off his jacket. Dinya didn't last much longer than Ronan either, and she took off her jacket as well.

Two minutes later, Ronan unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. "Madam, you don't mind, do you?"

"Suit yourself," Dinia replied coldly.

Ronan took off his shirt, leaving only his pants and shoes, revealing a well-defined, but not exaggerated, upper body. This was thanks to his persistent training since his transmigration. Ronan was quite satisfied with his body. The only thing he was somewhat dissatisfied with was a tuft of abdominal hair that extended vertically to his navel. However, Elena loved it, especially when paired with his clearly defined eight-pack abs. She even said that it would be great if Ronan had a tuft of hair on his chest too.

The temperature was still rising; Ronan estimated it had already exceeded forty degrees Celsius. Even with her magic regulating her body, Dinia was starting to sweat. Although she wasn't wearing the kind of corset-style bodice that was most popular among wealthy women of this era for the sake of work, but rather a regular one-piece bodice dress, and it was pink and white, so it wasn't very noticeable, she was big-breasted. Even a relatively loose bodice could still create a tight-fitting effect. With the sweat, her outline became visible, and you could even faintly see the lace trim at the edge of the bodice.

At the same time, Dinya lifted her skirt and gently fanned herself.

Occasionally, with slightly larger movements, Ronan could even see her knees covered by thin, flesh-colored pantyhose, but it stopped at the knees, leaving no trace of her thighs, which only intensified his desire.

Her shapely, straight calves were fully displayed, bathed in warm red and yellow light, which gave them a dark golden sheen that made one's breath catch involuntarily. On her feet were a pair of ivory-white lace-up mid-heel leather shoes. Ivory white and flesh-colored pantyhose were a perfect match. The originally masculine shoe shape, with the addition of a square mid-heel, was given a certain feminine element while not diminishing Dinya's heroic spirit at all.

The slender ankles encased in flesh-colored stockings evoke a strong urge to gently grasp and slowly knead them.

For some reason, the high temperatures seem to have become less unbearable.

At this moment, Dinia had already noticed Ronan. Not only did she notice Ronan, but she also noticed his pants, which were simply an eyesore.

In this situation, if she were to reprimand him, she would only embarrass herself. Dinia clenched her fist, took a step forward, and stomped hard on Ronan's foot before turning away.

At this moment, Ronan realized that he had lost his composure and quickly turned around, deliberately changing the subject, "It's been a few minutes, I just stopped counting."

He had been silently counting the time, but he was interrupted when someone stepped on his foot.

“How should I know?” Dinia said irritably.

"It's been about four minutes, almost there," Ronan said.

Time passed second by second, and after turning around, Ronan felt that every second was extremely long.

People were practically melting away; finally, this period of separation was over.

“We can guess now,” Ronan said.

Although it's now possible to guess, the previously incorrect guess for noodle number six hasn't recovered; it continues to release heat like a hot iron.

Dinia took a deep breath. "Then let's go for the simplest one this time."

She stomped her foot on the ground three times.

Immediately afterwards, another large red tea leaf appeared on the ground—another mistake.

White smoke began to rise from the ground.

At first, the two did not notice anything unusual, but they soon realized that the white smoke was poisonous.

Fortunately, Ronan, who was already at the third rank, was no longer human. He could resist the poison entirely through his magical defense layer. As for Dinia, she was even less of a human from the beginning and was least afraid of poison.

The poison itself wasn't the problem; what was unbearable was the persistently high temperature. Ronan felt the temperature was already well into the forties, almost fifty. A normal person would have collapsed on the ground and wouldn't be able to get up by now.

Dinia simply closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down.

Ronan, on the other hand, continued to wait, silently counting down the time until his next chance to guess the number.

There are four numbers left, and the probability of guessing them correctly is already quite high.

Chapter 137 Logic Problems, the Surefire Method, It Never Ends

Another long ten minutes passed, and Ronan's pale face turned white. He finally made it through this period, and now it was his turn to guess the numbers.

Ronan walked toward Wall Number Two. Perhaps because his blood flow had been a bit too fast just now, the inexplicably accelerated spread of toxins caused his steps to become somewhat unsteady.

"Are you alright?" Dinia asked with concern. "If you feel any strain, just tell me."

"I'm fine," Ronan said, indicating that he was alright.

After knocking on Wall Number Two three times, Wall Number Two suddenly changed, and a door suddenly appeared. Dinia picked up Ronan's coat and threw it to Ronan. She then grabbed the coat and rushed to the door, pulling it open.

The scene that came into view was one that made one want to swear.

The door opened, leading to another identical cubic space. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Dinia went in first, followed closely by Ronan.

After the two entered, the door disappeared again in an instant, leaving only a wall.

Ronan plopped down on the ground. "Let's rest for a bit."

Dinia nodded. Although her body was regulated by magic, she couldn't truly unleash magic in this anti-magic zone. After being tormented by the high temperature of over forty degrees Celsius for twenty minutes, she was also feeling very uncomfortable and wanted to take a break.

Three minutes later, the magic stone ground suddenly split into blocks like tofu. Then, several magic stones floated in the air and reassembled into a cube robot. The robot's shape was exactly the same as the small cubes that shot white light in Gardener Tyr's botanical garden.

Ronan and Dinia instantly became alert. If the robot made any unusual moves, the two of them would immediately take action. With their physical strength, they could deal with a single cube without magic.

However, the robot remained motionless in mid-air for a full half minute. Just as Ronan was beginning to consider whether to do something, the robot suddenly spoke up, "Hello, let's play a game. If you win, I will open this door. If you lose, please stay here for another ten minutes. After ten minutes, you can continue to challenge."

The robot was speaking the kingdom's language, and its vocabulary and grammar were completely different from the ancient language.

After saying that, the robot took out three coins. "The rules of the game are very simple. First, let's talk about the conditions for winning and losing. Here are three coins, one for heads and one for tails. When the game starts, the three of us will put our coins on at the same time. If all three of us get the same number of heads or tails, you win. If they don't get the same number of heads or tails, I win."

"There are nine rounds in total. If you win five rounds, you win."

"Then, you two can choose one of them. At the start of the game, before the first round officially begins, I will tell him whether I will get heads or tails in each of the nine rounds, but the other partner cannot know this information."

"If I believe you are cheating, then I will stop for half an hour, and after half an hour I will switch games."

"Alright, you can discuss how to play now. There's no time limit for discussing. Come and tap me when you're done."

After he finished speaking, the robot fell into a deathly silence.

Dinia understood the rules, but she couldn't figure out how to ensure victory, so she could only look to Ronan expectantly.

Ronan stroked his chin. "Winning four games is very easy, but winning five games, I'll have to think about it."

"How do you win four games?" Dinia asked curiously.

“First of all, it is most likely to be five negatives and four positives, or four positives and five negatives.” Ronan did not answer directly, but made a judgment.