Yes, Madam Prime Minister

“Fundraising,” Ronan said.

“Donating to magic schools doesn’t benefit the poor,” Eric said.

If something doesn't benefit the poor, they won't donate money. Later, the money from the gentry was returned in full, and the idea of ​​splitting the money from the common people 30/70 was no longer valid.

“The rich donate money, the poor take out loans,” Ronan said. “Everyone can have a bright future.”

Of course, the poor people he and Eric were referring to were not the urban underclass or rural farmers, but rather small vendors, artisans, and skilled craftsmen.

In the current world's conventional discourse, the urban underclass and rural farmers are not even considered human beings, so they are naturally not considered poor.

“I think the church’s magic school should find some organizations to participate in its operation. Since it’s operating, it should pay taxes,” Eric said. “And while it’s at it, it should also pay any taxes that haven’t been settled in previous years.”

“But schools are all for the public, so we should introduce some tax exemption policies for school-related projects,” Ronan said. “By the way, we should allocate funds as subsidies and scholarships, of course, they need to be reviewed by a specialist before being distributed to those who need them.”

Eric smiled. "Secretary General, Gao."

Ronan simply smiled. "Butler, tough."

“Father, you are high and hard,” they both said in unison.

It turns out there is no God in this world, at least not the Seven Saints Church, otherwise those two rotten things would have been struck dead by lightning long ago.

After a while, the two men returned to the church hall carrying buckets of water.

After taking a couple of sips of water, Ronan spoke again, "We're planning to borrow a horse to get back."

“Alas, we don’t have any horses here. We usually rent them,” said the priest who had just arrived. Of course, they didn’t pay for them. “Alfonso, go to the farm over there and rent a carriage.”

“No need for a carriage, a horse will suffice,” Ronan said.

Late at night, in those days there were no streetlights on the road, and the coachman couldn't see the road clearly either. It was really unsafe to drive a horse-drawn carriage at night.

Nothing will happen between him and Dinia riding horses.

More than half an hour later, the young priest and another person rode to the front yard of the church. Ronan and Dinia mounted their horses and set off back.

Soon, the two returned to the vicinity of the construction site.

“You should go home first,” Ronan said to Dinia.

“And you?” Dinia asked.

Ronan sighed, "Such a big incident has to be cleaned up. We need to send people to seal the hole that was punched tonight, and we also need to block the news about it. It will probably take several days to deal with this. We can't leave this to anyone else. I probably won't be going to the city hall for the next few days. Fortunately, there's nothing important. You can discuss it with Mrs. Antari."

The life of a male secretary is so dull and boring. He does all the work and there's no follow-up.

Chapter 147 Aftermath, Harvest, Harvest Night

It took Ronan a week to get everything sorted out.

The area where the Red Giant and the Armored Giant fought was already on fire, so no one dared to approach it that night. Instead, the church organized people to dig firebreaks.

The next day, several hundred Haidi people went to plug up the hole in the cave ceiling and completely seal the land above it to prevent anyone from using it to go down into the cave in the future. They also found several hundred more people to level the land that had become a mess due to the battle, but it was only a rough leveling, since there was really no decent engineering equipment at that time.

As for the plants that originally grew here, they have long since been burned to ashes.

The wall at Lightfoot that leads down to the crypt doesn't matter, since you can't get in without the key.

After all that, outsiders could no longer enter this underground cave.

Ronan could only say that the lockdown was a great boon to the people, as it prevented some people with ill intentions from taking advantage of the situation.

If someone causes trouble, to avoid leaking secrets, Ronan will have no choice but to kill them.

On the other hand, regarding the death of the first-tier mage Bruman, Ronan introduced several sellers who bought Bruman's assets, mainly a manor, several plots of land, and a textile factory. These days, most people with a little wealth only own this much.

His wife and her family were also pleased to see this, since with the death of Bruman, the head of the family and a magician, these assets would be lost.

During the process, he only charged a five percent commission on the transaction price. Ronan felt that his conscience was so great that his entire chest could hardly contain it.

While the business was being discussed, Bruman's funeral was also taking place.

The contract was ultimately signed in the church where the coffin was kept, which is probably what is meant by adding to the sanctity of the contract.

In another month or so, the Bruman family will move out completely and start a new life in a different place.

They didn't know anything to begin with, and once they moved away, no one would find any clues because of them anymore.

The only outsider left who knew about the whole thing was Karl. Ronan believed that Karl wouldn't tell anyone, and even if he did, it wouldn't have much of an impact, since he had only seen those magical mechs and didn't know about the existence of Osiris Venaya at the deepest level.

While maintaining the blockade, Ronan also brought in the Seapipers to conduct research and see if they could come up with anything of value.

As a result, those damaged replicas of the Phantom Melody were beyond repair. Fortunately, Ronan hadn't been expecting these things anyway, so there was no real regret. After all, the sudden appearance of unmanned weapons of this level would bring endless trouble, and if the Haidi people had sufficient military power, there would inevitably be disloyal individuals emerging.

Ronan's real hope was to find some information about the technologies of the Heidi people's past civilization, preferably basic teaching materials. These things must exist here, otherwise Venaya, this old relic, would not have been able to learn how to operate the various devices in this cave.

Unfortunately, after passing through the cube to another large room, no information was found inside.

It's conceivable that after learning something, this old-fashioned Venaya destroyed all the materials stored here.

That's inhuman.

But it wasn't without its rewards. First, there was a large box of resonance stones, then three machines specifically for breeding, and two looms.

After all that, it's still about farming.

It's better to have something than nothing.

"After taking stock of everything, the biggest gain from this trip is that I've leveled up again."

Ronan sat on a chair in the courtyard, and couldn't help but sigh.

Just then, Elena brought over a plate of freshly baked milk cookies and a pot of black tea. The milk cookies were sprinkled with a few grains of sea salt, and the slight saltiness made the milk and sweet flavors even richer. Paired with black tea, it was an absolutely delightful experience.

Ronan disliked the overly sweet pastries paired with bittersweet coffee that the northern nobles adored.

Elena placed the cookies and tea on the table and plopped down next to Ronan. She had never acted like a maid before, and now she considered herself the mistress of the house. Of course, she knew very well that she could only enjoy the role of mistress until Ronan got married.

"Aren't you going to work again today?" Ronan asked Elena.

After the "two bowls of noodles" incident, Elena was reinstated, but three months' salary was deducted.

Elena picked up a small cookie with her fingers and brought it to Ronan's lips. Ronan took the cookie with his mouth, and Elena replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "We don't have to catch anyone anymore. I have nothing to do anyway, so what else would I do if I didn't go home?"

"You still have the nerve to talk back?" Ronan reprimanded her not too harshly, reaching out through her skirt to pinch Elena's thigh near her buttocks, where the fleshiest part was, but unexpectedly he accidentally grabbed her suspender strap.

Seeing Ronan's gaze, Elena deliberately lifted her skirt, revealing garter stockings.

For Ronan, these were very retro black stockings with thick, opaque black stockings without any patterns or decorations around the straps, followed by ultra-thin, pearlescent, semi-transparent black stockings.

These are stockings made from the threads of exotic flowers grown from seeds in those black jars.

In the past, the stockings made from the silk of those wild monsters were mainly targeted at the northern market, so they were only available in three thicknesses: very thick, medium thick, and slightly thick. There were no thin or ultra-thin thicknesses.

Ronan reached out and gently stroked them. The thick stockings felt smooth and soft to the touch, while the thin stockings had a slightly rough and sticky feel. Upon closer inspection, the warp and weft threads were clearly visible.

As you touch her, you start to grab her. Elena's thighs are thick, with firm and taut muscles. When you grip them tightly, you can feel the obvious bodybuilding, which gives you a feeling of conquering a wild horse.

He added, “You’re in charge of oversight, so you need to take initiative. It’s not that you’re not allowed to directly investigate officials, so you have nothing to do. Try to find ways to conduct undercover investigations. You can always find something to hold against those businessmen. Once you have something to hold, it will come in handy one day.”

"Young Master, aren't you the mastermind behind all those unscrupulous businessmen in Xinhai City?" Elena asked.

Ronan smiled slightly and moved his hand between his legs. "That's right, so I can help you find dirt on those officials who are profiting from their own businesses." Ronan took a sip of tea and continued, "Anyway, periodically arresting one or two who don't want to be respectable will earn you merit, and I'll also eliminate unstable factors. Don't just focus on the people in the city hall; go and see what's going on in the local areas."

"It turns out it can still be like this."

Elena nodded excitedly. She didn't care whether she caught anyone or not, but the thought of making a contribution and showing off in front of Alice was wonderful.

By this time, Ronan was already thinking about what would happen that night.

Of course, if Alice joined in, changing into white stockings, she could simply tear open the pantyhose and go inside. This is another advantage of pantyhose made from exotic flower threads—they can be torn. Actually, the previous pantyhose could also be torn, at least for a magician of Ronan's level, it wouldn't be difficult at all, but those things were too expensive; Ronan couldn't afford to tear them.

Chapter 148 Night, Socks, Pain

Night, Ronan's bedroom, moonlight spilled across the floor in front of the window, and the dim yellow light of two oil lamps illuminated half of the room.

Another reason Ronan didn't like living in a big house was that it was pitch black at night.

At this moment, Ronan was standing naked on the carpet, Elena was squatting in front of him, and Alice was leaning against the wall, looking at the two of them with some confusion.

From Alice's perspective, Elena was crouching, wearing only a onesie and black stockings, her body slightly leaning forward, with only the balls of her feet on the carpet. The stockings around her ankles were pressed into obvious wrinkles, and the muscle lines on the sides of her calves and thighs were particularly prominent because of this posture, full of power. The ultra-thin black stockings had a pearly, oily sheen under the light, adding an ultimate layer of sexiness to this sense of power.

The squatting posture made Elena's already broad and fleshy buttocks look even bigger, and her fair skin appeared even whiter under the moonlight. So white and fleshy, it was almost as if one was afraid that her underwear would burst or her suspenders would snap.

Her breasts, mostly encased in a bra, were full and swollen, with a prominent cleavage in the middle.

This was a wild body that could ignite a person's primal desires just by looking at it, yet Elena was anything but rough. Her skin was beautiful, delicate and fair, and her face was exquisite and gorgeous. Of all the paintings and sculptures Alice had ever seen, only Dinya could surpass her in appearance.

At that moment, Elena's beautiful face was pressed against Ronan's ugliest spot. She swallowed it deeply, then gently tilted her head back and spat it out, leaving a glistening trail between her mouth and head. Ronan held her blonde hair in a ponytail with one hand and supported her cheek with the other.

After a while, Ronan's penis was erect, almost touching his abs.

Elena held her already wet penis with one hand and stroked it while gently sucking and licking the two egg-sized nipples.

Soon, the two stopped, and Elena stood up and walked towards Alice with an evil smile.

Alice instinctively backed away, but Elena grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. She kicked wildly in mid-air, losing her shoes and her white-stockinged feet dangling. Finally, Elena threw her onto the bed.

Ronan went straight over, bent over, and pressed down on Alice's slender legs, which were covered by white stockings.

Ronan buried his head between Alice's legs and began, through her white stockings.

Alice instinctively tried to push Ronan away, but she couldn't lift her hand at all. In the end, she just gently gripped the sheets. It wasn't because Ronan had done her a favor, nor because Ronan was her support, but because deep in her heart, Ronan had noble blood and was an excellent man. It was too low for Ronan to serve her with his mouth now.

"Haha, our Alice is still so cute." Ronan couldn't help but laugh as he watched Alice clutching the sheets with her eyes closed.

Elena leaned over Ronan, continuing to stroke him as she said, "This guy's secretly pleased."

In no time, the crotch of the white stockings was soaked and transparent, and the lace trim on the edge of the panties was clearly visible.

Ronan reached out and tore open the white stockings. After a few rubs, he inserted his head directly into the stockings.

Alice immediately covered her mouth with one hand to stop herself from screaming, and instinctively pushed Ronan's chest muscles with the other hand, trying to pull away, while her legs kicked the sheets hard.

But then Elena pulled a trick, shoving Alice from behind, and Ronan's 20-plus centimeters of penis went all the way in.

Ronan didn't back away, but instead pulled Alice into his arms. "It's okay, relax, relax."

Alice gritted her teeth and endured it without uttering a sound. Her fingers dug into Ronan's back muscles, her legs clamped tightly around Ronan's waist, and her toes clenched together.

Ronan glanced at Elena. "Can you stop making a scene?"

“It’s better to have a short pain than a long one,” Elena said with a chuckle.

After a minute or so, Ronan finally felt Alice relax a little and began to try to move her gently.

Alice's white-stockinged buttocks began to tremble slightly.

After the gentle movements lasted for more than ten minutes, Ronan withdrew. Alice lay motionless, her body like a hole in the red soil from which a carrot had just been pulled out, unable to close for a moment.

Already soaking wet, Elena eagerly mounted him, and the passion instantly intensified, beginning a new round.

At the same time, in a hotel, Karl lay in bed, unable to sleep.

A week has passed since he arrived in Xinhai City, but the magic academy will not officially open for several months, and he is somewhat confused about what to do in the world for the rest of the time.

He originally thought that although he couldn't become a teacher immediately, he was, after all, a third-tier mage with considerable knowledge, and there would always be ways he could help Dinia.

But now it seems he can't be of much help, because he doesn't quite understand the situation in Xinhai City.

Furthermore, Dinia had Ronan by her side, a person who could manage everything in an orderly manner. Despite causing such a big incident, there was no lingering impact whatsoever, as if nothing had ever happened.

On the other hand, he wasn't stupid; he could see that the relationship between the two was definitely not just a simple superior-subordinate one.

"Perhaps I should take a look around Xinhai City and see what's really going on here."

Carl silently muttered to himself.

At the same time, at Dinia's residence.

Agustina pushed open the door and went to the bar. Seeing Dinia and Yvette drinking, she couldn't help but complain, "I'm exhausted from keeping the news under wraps these past few days."

“I’m more tired than you,” Yvette said. “A lot of things that should have been his responsibility were dumped on me.”

“However, I didn’t come away empty-handed.” Agustina placed her handbag on the bar, opened it, pulled out a stack of paper packages, and took out a pair of stockings. “This is it.”

Agustina even spread them open with her hands to show them off; they were a pair of ultra-thin nude pantyhose.

"Isn't this what Ronan concocted using those strange plants?" Yvette said, as if she already knew.

"You know?" Agustina said, slightly surprised.

Yvette smiled. "Don't you think about it? Knowing that guy's character, where would he send the first new thing to?"

Agustina immediately understood: Ronan had something good, so of course he would send it to Dinia.

Agustina sat down at the bar and poured herself a drink. "A camisole, or pantyhose?"