Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"Want to come again?" Dinia asked.

Giovanni gave a sly smile. "Haha, when a woman asks me this question, guess how I answer?"

"die!"

Dinia's face was filled with murderous intent; she had never been one to tolerate men making lewd jokes at her.

Ronan flirted with her, and she just cursed him as a filthy bastard and a dog of a man, occasionally punching and kicking him, but that was Ronan.

Dinia entered a berserk state, her white hair grew wildly, her nails turned red, and red wolf armor grew all over her body, revealing only a pair of eyes that looked like red spotlights. Her long sword, which was tens of meters long, shrank and solidified into a two-meter-long giant sword, which she carried on her shoulder. She crouched on the sea like a wild beast, exhaling a breath of red steam.

At this point, Giovanni was already a kilometer away.

The next instant, a red light streaked across the sky, hurtling towards Giovanni like a comet, and a powerful shockwave tore through the sea.

At the same time, in the sea area where the two were facing each other a thousand meters apart, waterspouts kept rising from the sea surface, impacting and stopping Dinia's advance from bottom to top. Dinia flew in a zigzag pattern, but the waterspouts did not rise and fall immediately. Instead, they turned into huge spiral ice pillars. The ice pillars spun and shattered, launching ice shards in a 360-degree arc.

In an instant, there was nowhere left to hide in the entire space.

If there's nowhere to hide, then don't hide.

It charges forward, slows down, stops, accelerates, charges again, stops again, like a steel cone, constantly moving forward in the ice storm.

Dinia is like a red flame traveling through hail and gale, the flames teetering on the brink of extinction, then suddenly igniting, then rapidly weakening and slowing down, only to reignite again just before going out.

Finally, Dinia closed in on Giovanni.

He wielded his longsword wildly, unleashing countless crescent-shaped red slashes, while enormous red feathers, like a whirlwind, danced in the air.

Under the cover of these slashing feathers, a burst of red light erupted behind Dinia, accelerating her once more.

At the same time, countless sharp iceberg fragments fell from the sky, crashing into the sea and sinking into the ocean, instantly creating towering waves.

The giant wave headed straight for the eastern harbor of Venetiania.

Dinia thrust her sword out right in front of Giovanni, but it was more like an explosive forward blast than a thrust.

At that moment, Giovanni, whose exterior was covered in ice armor and whose interior was filled with steam, slammed his sword into the chest, causing the armor to crack like a spider web.

The tip of Dinia's sword pressed rapidly against Giovanni's chest, and the cracks continued to spread as it advanced. But just then, Dinia, who had regained consciousness, realized something was wrong; she was too close to the harbor.

If they went any further, they would affect the civilians in the harbor. Not wanting to harm the innocent, Dinia suddenly withdrew her strength.

However, Giovanni gripped the longsword tightly and accelerated in the opposite direction, flying towards the port.

Dinia was completely shocked.

Chapter 488 The victorious good man, the defeated hero, what the hell is this about bringing them to justice?

Dinia and Giovanni attacked each other, each attack more violent than the last. At first, it was just the aftershocks that stirred up white waves, but in the end, a storm and waves swept in, as if it were a natural disaster.

But from the moment Dinia kicked Giovanni away to the moment Dinia struck Giovanni in the chest with her sword, the entire process took less than a minute.

Apart from those who were already on the eastern harbor side from the beginning, other residents in the surrounding area did not even notice the strange, natural disaster-like movement at sea.

The people on the harbor side had just seen the approaching tidal wave. They were stunned for several seconds before turning around and frantically shouting to run and escape.

The next moment, Giovanni crashed through dozens of moored boats, smashed through the harbor's bridge, and cracked the harbor floor like a cannonball before finally coming to a stop.

In the blink of an eye, the waves crashed in, the raging torrents knocking over and capsizing the ships in the harbor, crashing and pounding against the shore.

The waves surged wildly, and many people who didn't have time to escape were hit by the fiercest first wave, as if they had hit a wall, and instantly lost consciousness as they were swept away by the waves.

But most people managed to escape, though they were only affected by the seawater.

Even so, everyone was still in a state of shock and disbelief, as if they had survived a disaster.

But they didn't run away anymore. Instead, they stared blankly at the man in the harbor, at his backlit, shimmering figure.

The man knelt on one knee, a woman holding a long sword to his chest, but he stretched out one hand with all his might, releasing two huge waterspouts to resist the raging waves of the harbor and keep pushing them back.

This scene alone is enough to evoke a multitude of thoughts.

The two fought all the way to the harbor. The man should have won, but he was distracted by fighting off the oncoming waves to protect the people around the harbor. If it weren't for him, this area would probably have been destroyed.

"Why do you do this?" Dinia asked.

From the beginning, she did not want to harm innocent people, so when she observed that there were no ships in the surrounding waters, she took action immediately, wanting to finish the battle quickly and avoid involving innocent people.

And it was because of this that Giovanni was ambushed but still called her a good girl.

However, Giovanni deliberately provoked her, leading her this way. In the end, even Dinya stopped, and he forcibly dragged Dinya this way. The waves that crashed into the harbor and caused casualties were not caused by the aftermath of the battle, but by Giovanni using magic.

Giovanni simply smiled. "A good girl needs a victory and to take that traitor away, doesn't she? And I should be a defeated hero, giving the governor's office an explanation and making the people accept it. The only loss is a little bit of my personal reputation. Of course, none of that matters. What matters is that some people die, some things are destroyed, and some tension is injected into this country. Although I hate Veneto and his gang of bastards, they are right. This country can't continue to degenerate like this. It needs some change."

"Since that's the case, I'll give them a reason, like I'm too useless to protect them."

"They only think about making money and having fun. Even if they don't become fish on the chopping block themselves, their sons and grandsons will one day."

"Sigh, what a hassle. The old man has decided to go to Suleiman's place tonight to experience the exotic atmosphere, hahaha."

Giovanni started laughing as he spoke.

Dinia sheathed her longsword. "I suddenly understand why you can seduce so many extraordinary women."

“What, are you interested in me?” Giovanni said.

“Absolutely not,” Dinia replied coldly.

"I never imagined there could be a man more charming than me in this world," Giovanni said regretfully, but his narcissism was already overflowing.

Dinya didn't want to talk to this man anymore and disappeared in a flash.

At this moment, even more people gathered around.

But no one dared to approach them; for these people, someone like Giovanni was not someone they could get close to.

Then, Giovanni also disappeared.

Afterwards, some people might admire him even more, while others might curse him as a disgrace to the seventh rank. But for him, none of that matters. He only needs to express his love for the hometown that gave him birth and raised him in his own way.

On the other side, Ronan did not find Heath.

He had never met Heath before, and had no idea he was there.

But Heath knew Ronan, and the moment he saw Ronan, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Fortunately, he had excellent composure and was dressed as an ordinary small businessman, so he didn't show any abnormality.

Ronan's attention was drawn to the battle thousands of meters away, and he didn't notice him at all.

And so, with his heart pounding wildly, Heath successfully boarded the ship and headed north.

A moment later, Dinia teleported to Ronan's side and explained the situation in a few words.

“I knew things were a bit strange, now I see,” Ronan said.

Dinia sighed softly, "I never expected that he would be such a rare person among magicians who cares about his country."

“Let’s deal with that guy first,” Ronan said.

“Mm,” Dinia replied.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two disappeared from the spot, leaping and flashing through the air multiple times, and arrived at the governor's mansion.

Following the magic of the Gloran, the two found themselves facing a woman holding a tray with a miniature circular arena on it.

Inside the arena, there were Gran and Armand, only the size of chess pieces, both in the form of small, wind-up tin dolls, chibi-style, cartoonish, with a wind-up key on their backs.

The woman saw Dinia and Ronan and said, "You've come."

After saying this, the woman dispelled the spell, the arena disappeared, and Golan and Armand returned to their normal human forms.

"I'm leaving now." With those words, the woman vanished in a flash.

Ronan asked in surprise, "Is this 'Doll Witch' Veronica?"

“Yes,” Dinia affirmed.

Just as Ronan and Dinia were talking, Armand used all his magic to escape, knowing full well that the governor's mansion could not protect him.

But as soon as he moved, four mushroom hands emerged from the ground and grabbed his limbs tightly.

Then, with a tearing sound, flesh and bone separated, blood splattered, and Armand let out a scream that shook the entire governor's mansion. In the next instant, his limbs were torn off by Dinia, leaving him as a human stump.

Immediately afterwards, clusters of red bacteria sealed the wounds on the severed limbs.

Not far away, Governor Antonio was already terrified. The others who rushed over after hearing the commotion, as well as the guards in the governor's mansion, were also too frightened to move when they saw this bloody scene.

Dinia looked at the pale-faced governor and said, "You officials can explain it however you want. I, an impolite foreigner, will not interfere."

After saying that, Dinia looked at Grand and threw out a rope to tie Armand's neck, "Take this dead dog out for a stroll in the street."

“No problem.” Golan took the rope and agreed. “I guarantee that the citizens of Venaya will know that our Kingdom of Fas will never cause trouble for foreign countries, and any traitors will be brought to justice.”

Governor: What the hell is this about bringing them to justice?

Chapter 489 Roddy Speed, Political Animal, Selling Out the Country is Also Patriotism

After having breakfast and resting for a while, we flew for more than an hour to Venia. We deliberately inquired about Armand on the streets. We had a quick lunch and then split up. In the afternoon, we found Armand, fought, reunited, and crippled him. Then we took him back to the capital and handed him over to Ashley in the Ministry of the Interior. After that, we flew back to Venitonia. The whole process took most of the day. At this moment, it was still a little while before dinner.

The Governor's Office is still busy with the aftermath and preparing an official announcement to be released tomorrow.

Ronan could guess exactly how the announcement would be written.

It's nothing more than that Dinia and Giovanni were originally having a friendly sparring session, but a small accident happened. The Governor's Office will surely severely reprimand the two magicians, Dinia and Giovanni, for disregarding the safety of the citizens.

The government will provide compensation for those who are injured or frail, and will also provide financial assistance. Anyone who dares to spread rumors outside will be dealt with severely.

On the other hand, the one whose limbs were broken was a Frenchman who tried to steal from the governor's mansion. He was apprehended by a good Samaritan. Since the man was a magician, his limbs had to be crippled. It is hoped that the citizens will not believe the rumors.

Anyone who slanders the government from the outside will be severely punished.

the other side.

Veneto's acceptance of Armand has been a huge embarrassment. Not only that, but the Grand Council has also pinned all the blame on him. Although it's impossible to hold him accountable, since there was no "crime" to begin with, given this trend, his position as a councilor is likely in jeopardy.

The councilor is very important to him. Don't be fooled by his status as a top nobleman and a big capitalist. Without power, his capital will shrink immediately. As for nobles, ha, in this day and age in the Western Continent, a nobleman without power is nothing.

As a political man, Veneto was still quite rational. Although Ronan and Dinah had caused his power and status to crumble in the blink of an eye, he still took the initiative to invite Ronan and Dinah.

Ronan and Dinia did not refuse, and also brought Golan along.

The hastily prepared dinner was not lavish; it was just an ordinary meal with local characteristics.

The meal started with a seafood salad as a side dish, followed by clam chowder. The main course was grilled steak, and the staple food was local squid ink pasta, along with a sausage and cheese pizza, and finally, ice cream.

After finishing the meal, seeing Veneto remain silent, Dinia raised her wine glass and said, "Just say what you have to say."

Veneto was conflicted. He was a "city lord councilor," a man who combined the identities of nobleman, capitalist, and politician. He was a truly important figure in Venaya, which was no small country. He knew he should speak humbly, but he just didn't know how.

Ronan smiled to himself.

Seeing that Veneto remained silent, Ronan broke the awkward silence first, "In a few days, the official documents and letters will arrive, and then the rest of the delegation will come. At that time, we can stay at your manor at your invitation. You can't possibly not have a manor, can you?"

"Then, we can sell the technology for that magic-defense gun to a company in Venaia, a company that you and another merchant from the Kingdom of Phos would have co-founded."

“With these two things, you’ll keep your seat as a member of parliament. Next, you can even try to become governor. Oh, that’s what you were planning to do, wasn’t it, Mr. Veneto?” Ronan said, taking a sip of his drink.

Veneto nodded. "So, what do I need to give in return?"

“Venaya has a special product called White Feather Insects, which produce flesh-colored silk threads that can be used to make magical silk fabrics. The most famous of these is, of course, flesh-colored pantyhose. As far as I know, the largest company in this industry, which almost holds a monopoly, owns 60 percent of the shares. You can sell half of those shares to the Silk Fabric Production and Trading Company of New Sea City in the Kingdom of Phos.”

Ronan said.

In fact, it was because of stockings that Ronan knew about Veneto. Otherwise, would a mere Venetian councilor be worthy of Ronan's attention?

Which of the foreigners Ronan knew wasn't a truly important figure in the Western Continent?

In the Western Continent, there are three types of magical creatures whose silk can be used to make magical stockings. One is the Flame-Patterned Rust Iron Sea Spider from the northern coast of the Southern Continent, whose silk flakes can form black threads. Another is the White Feather Insect from the Venaya region, whose adult form is white, but whose cocoon is made of fleshy silk. The third is the long-haired pika living in the frigid northern regions, which is like a ball of fur and is the source of magical white silk.

Although Ronan's Heidi people had long ago created magical plants whose threads could be used to make magical stockings and other silk fabrics, the effects were still not as good as those made from magical creatures.

For high-end options, it's still the same old three dishes.

As for the low-end market, there is no low-end market for things like magic stockings, because consumers are either rich or extremely rich.

“No problem,” Veneto agreed.

Ordinary people can't use magic silk fabrics at all. In the end, this industry is nothing more than a luxury item that can only be used by magicians. He can make money and make friends through this industry, but it can't bring him political influence.

Industries involving military weapons not only bring enormous political influence, but also generate substantial profits.

“That’s only one aspect,” Ronan said.

“Please speak.” Veneto was not surprised at all; he would have been surprised if there were no other conditions.

"Another task is for you to mobilize your resources to remove mid-range porcelain from the international market."

Ronan then made a second request.