Yes, Madam Prime Minister

This is why the king values ​​Dinia so much and treats her like his own daughter. There are two other magicians in the kingdom whose strength can rival hers, but those two old men don't take him, the king, seriously at all, and they don't care about the country at all.

After the long-haired young man left, the countess, who was his lover, bowed her head, but was stopped by Lucien, who said, "No need."

At this moment, Lucien was thinking about one person: his eldest brother. Why did he and his second brother both contract this strange disease, while his eldest brother remained unaffected? And why couldn't they find any clues about the mysterious person mentioned in Dinia's report who could use spatial teleportation magic?

At the same time, the queen's three brothers were half-lying in a large bath filled with mist, each attended by two women dressed only in transparent gauze dresses. One woman was giving them a personal scrubbing service, while the other was feeding them fruit and pouring them wine.

The eldest of the three, Count Aquitaine, who had been misled by Ronan, told his two younger brothers the idea that one should not put all their eggs in one basket.

"Big brother, you're kidding me, right? Place your bets over there," the second brother said.

“I’m not willing anyway.” The third brother was displeased. His nickname, “The One-Waisted Man,” came from the “cold cake incident.” He didn’t say he hated Ambrina, but he definitely didn’t want to support her.

Actually, he wasn't "one-waisted." He spent a lot of money to have a "suturing artist" transplant a kidney into him. However, the stitcher's magic couldn't transplant human organs; it had to be from other animals, and there were also strong side effects. So, he had a calf kidney transplanted, which caused him to start growing cow hair all over his body and have a cow tail on his buttocks. If he were to live for another ten or twenty years, he might turn into a minotaur.

Count Aquitaine smiled. "I was just saying."

However, he had already decided to kill the third brother. The third brother only associated with those nobles and was not only useless, but also hindered his grand plan. He had to be killed.

The second son's fate is to wait. After all, the second son is well-connected with those bankers and big businessmen and they can't do without him for the time being. It's time to get rid of him when his son has further expanded his network of connections.

A brother is never as important as one's own son.

Moreover, he recently became a novice mage. Although he is old and his progress in cultivation is slow, what if he can reach the highest level? Once he reaches the highest level, he might live to be seventy or eighty years old.

Count Aquitaine's situation was similar to Lady Antari's; he was also stuck at the enhancement stage. However, he accumulated more experience, so after obtaining Ronan's Ronan Meditation Method, he instantly became a novice mage.

Meanwhile, at Isabelle's mansion.

Isabel buried her head in the pillow and suddenly started pounding the bed like a madwoman. She had insomnia. As soon as she lay down, the image of that bastard Ronan began to pop into her mind. The more she forced herself not to think about it, the more she couldn't shake it off.

Isabel sat up abruptly. "Ashley!"

A maid rushed over and stood at attention in front of Isabel. "Yes, sir."

"Wake me up at five o'clock tomorrow," Isabel instructed.

"Do we need a carriage prepared?" the maid asked.

“No need.” With that, Isabel buried her face in the pillow.

Meanwhile, in Ambrina's villa, Ronan sat on the edge of the rooftop wall, gazing at the starry night sky. Ambrina sat beside him, leaning on his shoulder, playing her harmonica.

Ronan had never seen a harmonica in this world before. He asked around and learned that it was a new instrument that Ambrina had invented on her last trip back to the capital, inspired by a chance encounter.

The tune she played was an adaptation of a southern folk song. Although the melody was not melodious or gentle, and even had a touch of cheerfulness, there was still a hint of sorrow in it.

After a long while, Ambrina put down her harmonica. "Ronan, I won't see you off tomorrow."

“Mm,” Ronan responded softly.

The next instant, Ambrina's lips pressed against Ronan's lips.

Ronan's hand paused in mid-air, seemingly at a loss, before he gently embraced her.

After a long while, their lips parted, and Ambrina suddenly clutched her chest.

Chapter 179 Abnormal Advancement, Guest Power, This Actually Works

Ambrina vanished right before Ronan's eyes, and the next instant, he too disappeared from the spot, meeting Ambrina in another world.

Ronan and Ambrina were in an open space outside a two-story building on a high place. Interestingly, there was a long table in front of them, with high-backed chairs neatly arranged, like a dining table.

The surrounding scenery seemed somewhat familiar. Suddenly, a melody began to play, and Ronan realized where this sense of familiarity came from.

Countryside, sunset, windmills, wheat fields, rivers, butterflies, shepherdesses—this is the scene depicted in a folk song that Ambrina once played.

Just then, a woman suddenly appeared between Ronan and Ambrina.

He was about 1.7 meters tall, with short black hair that curled inwards, wearing earrings and light makeup that looked like he only had a little lipstick on. Beneath his beautiful and delicate female face, there was an indescribable handsomeness like that of a pretty boy.

Wearing a white shirt with a large white floral bow tie at the collar, and a very fitted black vest with a low-cut shawl collar and a deep U-neck, she accentuated her already large breasts, which were already stretched taut by the white shirt.

She wore black, tight-fitting, tapered trousers and low-cut black flat leather shoes, with her insteps and ankles encased in black stockings.

The woman who looked like a butler wasn't a real person, but a summoned creature, Ronan concluded. The reason lay in her shoes. The style of these shoes was almost identical to the first pair of shoes Ronan gave to Dinia. And these shoes were made by Ronan based on the loafers from his original timeline. They didn't exist in this world yet, and even if someone copied them, it wouldn't have spread so quickly.

Right before Ronan and Ambrina's eyes, a golden falcon that seemed to be carrying flames landed on the woman's shoulder.

The Flaming Golden Eagle is the emblem of the Freigo family, a fantastical creature.

“Ambrina, your magic has suddenly improved, but it seems a bit strange,” Ronan said.

This situation is somewhat unreasonable, because the growth of summoning magic is usually a gradual process of cultivation, where a small quantitative change leads to a qualitative change.

Elemental magic, which also belongs to ritual magic, is essentially similar, progressing gradually until it transforms. However, the methods for improving elemental magic are more universal and have more quantifiable standards. As for how to cultivate summoned creatures, each family has its own traditions. Some are first-generation, like Ronan's maid Alice and her gun, which she had to figure out on her own.

In short, ritual magic, especially summoning magic, generally doesn't undergo the sudden, qualitative leap that fate magic does.

But at this moment, Ambrina suddenly matured.

Could it be that the Freigo family's ritual magic is a mutation of Orans' fate?

Ambrina herself was a little dazed. She had just finished kissing him and was thinking that Ronan was leaving for four years. Even if he couldn't leave, at least he would... But suddenly things turned out like this.

Ambrina paused for a moment, then said, "Ronan, you don't need to ask me. I'm a little confused about it myself."

Just then, the housekeeper suddenly turned to Ronan and said, "Please have a seat, guest. You will enjoy the privileges of a guest, and the host will provide you with complimentary food and drinks."

With a wave of her hand, the beautiful and handsome housekeeper presented food and drinks on the table. The food included fried chicken legs, fried soft bread with cheese filling, fried onion rings, potato chips, and beef pies—all of which were Ambrina's favorite foods, kept in her eternally unspoiled alternate dimension, ready to be taken out as snacks at any time.

As for drinks, there was no alcohol, only fruit juice. Ambrina didn't like alcohol; she preferred fruit juice.

The housekeeper continued, "Here, no one can launch a magical attack on anyone else. Anyone who attacks anyone by any means will be punished by continuously losing life force."

After listening, Ronan tried it out, but he was completely unable to use materialization magic; this place was essentially a magic-free space.

The housekeeper continued, "When the guest is ready to leave, the host will grant permission, and the guest may then leave and return to their original position."

"The host can invite guests who have visited once a day, but there are only eight seats available at the moment."

The housekeeper stopped speaking at that point.

Upon hearing the word "anytime," Ambrina eagerly asked, "What if the guest is from far away?"

Ronan thought Ambrina was overthinking things.

The housekeeper greeted Ambrina, “Of course, as long as it is within the world known to the master, guests can be invited no matter where they are. Within one kilometer of the master, the time limit is eight hours. Beyond one kilometer, the time limit starts from two hours and decreases with distance. After one hundred kilometers, the time limit is fifteen minutes, and it will not decrease after that.”

Ambrina thought for a moment. After Ronan returned to New Sea City, the distance would definitely only be a quarter of an hour. However, even a quarter of an hour a day would be good.

Ronan was dumbfounded. This actually works?

Ronan immediately became very interested in the possibility of bringing people in.

Although he was caught off guard, he was still a fourth-tier mage with inherently high resistance. However, when he was pulled in, he had no time to react and was immediately pulled in. Ambrina's magic was either instantaneous or a rule-based power that ignored resistance.

If Ambrina's magic is rule-based, could she then bring an enemy in as a guest, and Ronan, bearing the punishment, beat the enemy to death?

Later, we can let Ambrina try it out and see how strong her pull is, and whether she can pull people in even when the other party activates magical defense.

Ronan then instructed Ambrina to ask the housekeeper how to bring people in and how to end the spell.

The housekeeper answered them one by one.

Recruiting someone is simple. If you haven't recruited them before, just lock onto them within your line of sight and activate the magic. If you have recruited them before, just send a thought, and once the guest agrees, they can enter.

It seems that forced recruitment can only be carried out once.

The host can only leave after all the guests have left to end the spell.

That doesn't really have any impact.

Ronan said half-jokingly, "Speaking of which, Ambrina, you're currently at Tier 2 with guest privileges. Maybe when you reach Tier 3, you can even organize something like a Crimson Wedding."

“It doesn’t sound like anything good,” Ambrina said. She didn’t know what the Blood Wedding was, but it certainly wasn’t a good thing.

After the joke, Ronan turned to the housekeeper and asked seriously, "Do you know how your master's magic became like this? How can it be improved? Also, this magic is only for lovers to eat together, and it forbids physical contact?"

After receiving a reassuring look from Ambrina, the housekeeper replied, "I'm not entirely sure." With that, she waved her hand, and a plate appeared on the table. The plate contained beef potstickers, which Ronan had made for Ambrina that afternoon. He had made several large pots of them, and Ambrina said she would keep them so she could eat one whenever she missed Ronan.

Then, the housekeeper snapped her fingers again, and the little tune that Ambrina had played on her harmonica not long ago began to play around.

"It's roughly this and this," the housekeeper said.

Chapter 180 The Music Restaurant, She's Going Back Too

Ronan immediately understood. "I get it now, haha, so this is a music restaurant. This music restaurant is Ambrina's summon. To 'raise' this summon, you need food and music, and what you already have isn't very useful. You need new things. That's why Ambrina's progress was very slow in the past, but these days I've made a lot of dishes that she's never eaten or even seen before, plus the two songs she composed and adapted herself, and she's improved a lot."

"It seems that this advancement in magic is not a sudden change, not really abnormal. It's just that what she ate and what she played and sang before could only bring about extremely small improvements."

"In the future, we will also need to rely on new dishes and new music to improve magic power and magic strength, and continue to advance."

Ronan has finished his analysis.

He has the new dishes, but as for the new music, it's up to Ambrina herself.

Ronan is well-versed in food, so coming up with new and interesting dishes is no problem for him.

Ambrina is quite talented in music. If all else fails, she can turn to her new friends, such as those in the retro music scene, which includes quite a few musicians.

The housekeeper nodded.

Having clarified the core issue, Ronan casually asked a less important question, "Besides treating people to meals and music, and prohibiting the use of force, does this place have any other capabilities?"

The housekeeper thought for a moment, then replied indifferently, "The environment here can change according to the music played."

Ronan thought to himself, "As expected, Ambrina's magic can only be described as having great potential."

Ambrina suddenly thought of something, "Um, can I still reach in and put or take out food whenever I want, like before?"

“Of course you can. You can come in here anytime, and no one will disturb you.” The housekeeper replied in a gentle and warm voice. She was a completely different person when she answered Andabrina than when she answered Ronan.

Can this space be moved?

Ronan asked.

"No," the housekeeper replied, a hint of barely perceptible disgust flashing in her eyes, as if to say, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

Upon hearing the answer, Ronan sighed inwardly. Compared to her sister Isabel, Ambrina's magic was far inferior in terms of tactical significance, and in critical moments, it could only allow him to come in and hide.

Isabel's alternate dimension is mobile, and based on his own experience, Ronan even suspects that her alternate dimension can be used for attack and defense.

Ronan was fine for the time being, so he sat down, grabbed a big chicken leg, and said, "Since we're here, let's eat."

Ambrina sat down as well and grabbed a chicken leg.

Suddenly, Ronan thought of something, "By the way, can I bring anything in?"

"Apart from clothing and personal belongings, you may only bring food and drinks in," the housekeeper replied.

"That puts my mind at ease." Ronan had almost thought he wouldn't be able to level up Ambrina.

Speaking of leveling up, he was starting to miss Dinia. His magic required him to "maintain loyalty" and "fulfill his promises" to his superior in order to increase his magic power limit and magic strength, and he hadn't leveled up in a month.

He's no longer just involved in the battle for the throne; he's completely joined in. His strength, which was passable before, is now utterly inadequate.

After eating a chicken leg as a late-night snack, Ronan asked to leave. Ambrina agreed, and Ronan vanished instantly.

When he came to his senses, Ronan was still on the roof.

In the blink of an eye, Ambrina was back.

Ronan stood up and said goodbye to Ambrina, "It's getting late, I'm going to bed now, I have to get up early tomorrow."

After saying that, he jumped off the roof and went back to his room.

Ambrina wasn't disappointed. Now that she had this magic, and New Sea City was the world she knew, she could see Ronan every day from now on.

The next day, before dawn, Ronan got up, quickly washed and dressed, and left with his luggage.

He left through the south gate as before, but unexpectedly, he saw Isabel on the only way to the south gate. Isabel had a few tufts of hair sticking up haphazardly, clearly indicating that she hadn't even combed her hair.

"What's up?"

Ronan asked, since there were quite a few people nearby, he did not address her as Your Highness.

“First, here you go.” Isabel tossed the cufflinks to Ronan. “Also, you can write to me through Adrian.”

"Thank you. I will definitely write to you if I have any questions," Ronan said.

Isabel simply didn't believe Ronan would write to her on his own initiative. "I might write to you too."

"Got it," Ronan replied indifferently.

“I heard you’re planning to implement a completely new postal system,” Isabel continued.

Ronan did not deny it, saying, "I only offered some suggestions; the specifics were not my responsibility."