Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Flatten boneless chicken breast, sprinkle with salt and pepper, roll it up with frozen salted butter strips, coat it with egg and breadcrumbs, and deep-fry it.

The outer skin is crispy, the chicken is tender, and the butter filling is molten.

Soon, Melissa placed a plate of chicken wraps and ale in front of Scar.

Scarface returned a smile, but the scar that ran from below his left eye down through the corner of his mouth to his chin made the smile look extremely ugly.

Scarface looked at the chicken roll in front of him, but didn't touch it. Instead, he took a big gulp of ale.

"It won't taste good when it's cold," Laura said from the side.

"The chicken roll isn't afraid of being cold, but I am." With that, Scarface took another swig of wine. He had offended some big shots, but with the strength of a first-tier mage, he could make a decent living by delivering goods at night, if life was measured only by money.

The problem is money now. His boss has disappeared and is probably dead. They will likely break up soon because the weapon that can seriously injure a first-tier mage is said to have been manufactured, but it will be some time before it is actually put into use.

Scarface was unaware that after the dozen or so mages who had originally followed Victor arrived, everything progressed rapidly, and after Katepiler arrived, they instantly broke through the final barrier.

Scarface only knew that the time between now and the official deployment of that weapon was the countdown to his departure from this bustling metropolis.

At that moment, Dinia and Ronan walked into the store.

"Hello, Archie, Laura, and Melissa," Dinia greeted the shop owner and the mother and daughter warmly.

“You look unexpectedly beautiful today,” Akirif said. He had always considered Dinya one of the most beautiful women in the country, but at this moment, the word “one of” seemed to need to be dropped.

Laura looked at Ronan and asked, "And who is this?"

“My dog, Artes,” Dinia introduced Ronan, as revenge for Ronan’s relentless licking of her an hour earlier, which had nearly made her cum, yet he still hadn’t penetrated her.

"Woof woof." Ronan imitated a dog's bark twice, then greeted everyone with a smile, "Hello everyone."

Apart from Scarface, who was feeling depressed, the other regular customers couldn't help but burst into laughter. They were not unaware of Dinia's identity; with her white hair, red eyes, and extraordinary magic, there was no one else but her.

When they first met Dinia, they were naturally very afraid, as Dinia was an absolutely great figure to them.

After a few encounters, I realized that this woman was not someone who was unapproachable.

Later, everyone gradually got used to this important figure who would occasionally come.

That's why they dared to laugh at Ronan.

Of course, the two new guests brought by the regular customer were already in a state of shock.

Just then, Melissa walked over, holding a notebook with yellowed paper, and wrote down the words, "The shrimp were just caught and are very fresh."

"Okay, one order of fried shrimp balls and a bottle of cheap wine," Dinia ordered. The so-called cheap wine was just a cheap red wine.

"I'll have a plate of scrambled eggs with butter, please," Ronan ordered.

“Okay,” Akirif replied from the open kitchen.

Ronan looked at Laura, who was chatting with Scarface, and found it hard to imagine that this woman, who was probably in her forties, still charming, and so cheerful and talkative, had suffered such harm many years ago.

She was the mother who set up a cake stall with her daughter back then, the most important and the least important person in the "cold cake" incident.

Whether it was fried shrimp balls or scrambled eggs with butter, both dishes were quick to prepare. Soon, Melissa brought over the snacks for the two of them, and Ronan's plate of scrambled eggs with butter also had a few pieces of oyster meat.

Akirif returned to the bar. "There are only a few oysters left, they'll spoil by tomorrow."

"That's true, what a coincidence." Ronan replied with a smile. Dinia's vagina was like a living thing; before the climax, it was practically sucking his balls in.

Dinia picked up her glass and poured the wine into Ronan's mouth; only she understood what Ronan meant by "what a coincidence."

Just then, Isabel and Ashley walked in, and instantly everyone stood up and bowed in respect.

"Good evening, Your Highness," Akirif greeted respectfully.

Isabel waved her hand, "I'm just a commoner, what prince am I?"

"To me, you will always be His Highness." Someone said this.

“That’s right.” Several tables immediately echoed.

"What's wrong with calling someone Your Highness? Is it not allowed for someone to be called Princess by their nickname?" The person who said this was clearly drunk.

"Long time no see, Melissa, how have you been?" Isabel asked Melissa with concern.

Melissa quickly wrote and drew, adding "I'm fine" and a smiley face at the end.

Isabel nodded and plopped down next to Ronan. "The food here is alright, isn't it?"

Ronan didn't shy away from Isabel's intense gaze at all. "Not bad."

Soon after, Ronan and Dinia left. Although they weren't exactly full, they were definitely well-rested and ready to fight until dawn.

Just before leaving, Ronan suddenly turned back and said to Scarface, "Actually, you could consider trying the Ministry of the Interior; they're quite short-staffed there lately."

After Ronan and Dinah left, Melissa quietly approached and asked Isabel who Ronan was.

Isabel reached out and tapped Melissa's nose. "You're so dense. He's our Crown Prince's husband, Ronan Artes."

Her voice wasn't loud, but in this small shop, many people heard her clearly. The diners were stunned for a moment, not expecting that the rumors were true. Ronan and Dinia really did have that kind of relationship, and even his relationship with Princess Isabelle seemed quite delicate.

Laura looked in the direction Dinia and Ronan had left, clasped her hands together, and silently prayed that God would grant Dinia lasting happiness.

Meanwhile, after quite some time, Ronan and Dinia had returned to Dinia's residence.

Ronan pinned Dinia against the wall, lifted her skirt, and began kissing her neck passionately.

Under Ronan's onslaught, Dinia became increasingly confused.

Chapter 368 Mouth, Explosion, The Choice of the Times

In this chaotic and infatuated entanglement, the two continued to remove each other's clothes.

Soon, Dinia was only wearing a white lace bud bra, revealing her deep breasts to Ronan. She had also taken off her long skirt and tossed it aside. Her reddish-brown V-neck mid-calf riding boots were too heavy to take off while standing, so she hadn't taken them off. She was still wearing thick black stockings, though they had sagged slightly at the waist during the intense exercise.

Ronan had stripped down to his underwear, revealing his well-defined muscles.

"Didi, give me a blowjob."

"roll!"

Ronan held Dinia's hands tightly and called out in a spoiled tone, "Dinia."

"Don't try that on me." Dinia turned her face away.

Ronan, with his clean-shaven, young, and handsome face, acted cute and charming, just like a handsome and strong little wolf-dog with big, watery eyes who was hungry and coming to ask for food, making it hard to refuse him.

"Didi." Ronan's voice became even more childlike.

"You're so annoying!" Dinia snapped.

Ronan hugged Dinia's waist tightly, saying, "Dinia, look how listless it is."

As he spoke, Ronan's hands didn't stop either. One hand reached into Dinia's black stockings and kept fiddling with them, while the other hand slipped into her bra and pressed her sensitive nipples.

After a while, Dinia's breathing became erratic.

"You've ruined my life," Dinia said resentfully.

Ronan knew that Dinia's words meant she had agreed, but he didn't show the slightest hint of smugness. If he showed even a little bit of smugness at this moment, the matter would be over.

"Close your eyes and don't move. If you dare open your eyes, I'll gouge them out," Dinia said fiercely.

Ronan obediently closed his eyes and stood still.

Dinia used magic to create a hair tie to tie her hair into a ponytail. She slowly squatted down, pulled down Ronan's shorts, and the thing sprang out in front of her. She had just taken a shower before leaving the house, and there was still a lingering scent of soap infused with lavender essential oil. Underneath this scent, there was another smell that was hard to describe.

Dinia crouched down completely, grabbed Ronan's thighs with both hands, and slowly moved closer.

As she remained in a squatting position with her forefeet on the ground, her thick black stockings formed obvious creases behind her knees, while the knees became transparent. Her reddish-brown leather boots also bent, creating a unique and beautiful sheen. The light from the wrought iron chandelier on the ceiling shone down on her head, making her snow-white and pale gold hair appear as if it were a blend of silver and warm gold. Her red eyes, like rubies that had been collected for a long time, had lost their brilliance, leaving only a warm, matte finish.

Dinia closed her eyes and brought her lips closer.

In contrast to her pure and innocent face, her body exuded extreme desire. Her buttocks, in a squatting position, had thick black stockings that had almost become thin black stockings, as if they were about to burst at any moment. The white panties underneath were clearly visible, and the smooth, slightly oily stockings indicated that a mirror-like surface had formed at the most rounded and bulging part of her buttocks, reflecting the flickering candlelight from the ceiling.

Dinia's lips finally touched.

The next moment, her lips parted and took a tiny bit into her mouth.

Ronan's two testicles suddenly tightened; he wanted to push them in a little further, but he couldn't.

Dinia didn't take any more in; she just held it with one hand and started stroking it.

Her hands moved slowly and without rhythm, yet they brought Ronan an unprecedented and uncontrollable pleasure.

Finally, Ronan couldn't help but open one eye.

With her eyes closed and no expression at all, Dinia's ponytail swayed gently, her large breasts were not sagging at all, and her waist looked slender but incredibly strong, with her big, fleshy buttocks barely contained by her bulging black stockings.

In an instant, his animalistic instincts overcame his reason, and Ronan's penis suddenly swelled and throbbed.

Sensing something amiss, Dinia opened her eyes instantly, but the first spray still landed on her lips.

The next instant, Dinia punched Ronan in the balls. Ronan cried out and fell to his knees, clutching his chest and curling up in a ball.

Dinia reached out and wiped the white, fishy smell from her lips. "Stop pretending. Even if you're broken, you'll regenerate right away."

Ronan struggled to his feet, his toes pointing inward. "No, is this pain real?"

Dinia sat down on the edge of the bed, took off one boot, and said, "Are you going to continue or not? If not, I'm going to sleep."

"Do it, do it," Ronan said hastily.

Dinia took off her other boot, raised her hand, and turned off the ceiling light. "Do you know why I hit you?"

Ronan remained silent.

“I told you not to open your eyes, and this is the price you pay for breaking your promise,” Dinia said.

Ronan didn't argue back, climbed onto the bed, pinned Dinia down, and began kissing and caressing her.

Half an hour later, the two ended the session in a purely missionary manner.

"Ronan," Dinia whispered, her face flushed, as she wrapped one arm around Ronan's neck.

"What's wrong?" Ronan asked.

Dinia looked at Ronan. "I'm thinking about the future."

"In the future? In terms of career, we'll improve the Ministry of the Interior, make the country prosperous and strong, and then dominate the Western Continent. We'll get Anli a crown to wear. On the other hand, once Anli gets pregnant, we'll give her a child if she wants one, but we'll have to take turns, since we still have to do our jobs," Ronan replied.

“I mean further into the future, we will live for a very, very long time,” Dinia said. She had never thought about immortality before, but after meeting Ronan, she somehow became immortal. In fact, this question had been bothering her ever since she returned from the colony. However, the succession struggle, Ronan and Ambrina’s marriage, the establishment of the Ministry of the Interior and other events kept her from discussing this with Ronan.

Now that Ambrina's position is secure and the Ministry of the Interior has been established, she finally has the time to have a proper talk with Ronan about this issue.

Ronan knew what Dinia was thinking, of course. In fact, regarding immortality, apart from the relatively simple-minded Ambrina, Elena, Alice, and Agustina were all confused by it, and Ronan was well aware of this.

“Well, it’s really nothing,” Ronan said. “Let’s retire after we finish what our generation has to do. Then we can all leave this country and travel the world, spending a few years in each place. Let’s go to the Southern Continent, Central Asia, and finally Seris. Seris is a very beautiful place. Maybe many years later, revolutionary ideas will arise in the kingdom, and my and Anri’s descendants will be sent to the guillotine. Then we can come back and start a revolution. I think that would be very interesting.”

While the capitalist beast shackled by Ronan was indeed powerful, it was industrialization that could truly shatter the old era.

Ronan had already begun laying the foundation for industrialization.

The wheels of time keep turning, and a hundred years from now, the world will surely be in chaos. It would be so much fun to come back and play again then.

Dinia asked the question that had been nagging at her, "Didn't you ever think about having your descendants reign as kings?"

“Hahaha, why should I work for my grandson’s grandson? Does he deserve it?” Ronan retorted. “If one day he is to be sent to the guillotine, I will not stop him, because that is the choice of the times.”

And this era has chosen you and me.

Chapter 369 The Origin of the Royal Palace, the Ministerial Conference, The Show Begins

Krishnamurti Palace, the official name of the royal palace.

Krish is a "wingman" in a mythological legend related to the Freigo family in the Black Forest region of this world.

This legend is very old-fashioned and melodramatic. A prince from a kingdom that was not the Kingdom of Phos lost his father shortly after birth and was taken to this place by his loyal retainers, where he grew up day by day in the Black Forest region.

The prince awakened his magic at the age of three and crushed a giant python with one hand. He was simply strong and handsome, loved by everyone. The lord wanted to give him his unborn daughter as soon as they met, and the prince wouldn't take no for an answer. Flowers bloomed at his sight, and they really did bloom. The original poem says that when he walked into the forest, the flowers bloomed. He could also communicate with birds and beasts and had an eagle as his companion.

This eagle is called Krishnamurti; it was originally just an ordinary eagle.

One day, the eight-year-old prince encountered a band of thieves. The eagle, loyal to its master, was shot and killed by an arrow. The little prince then suddenly became powerful and wiped out the entire band of thieves.

The heartbroken Little Prince carried the eagle's carcass to the lakeside, intending to bury it. But a miracle occurred: the eagle came back to life and transformed into a golden eagle that could fan flames.

Later, the little prince married the lord's daughter.

Shortly after his son was born, the little prince learned that his enemy, his uncle, had become the king of a kingdom that was not, in any case, the Kingdom of Phos, and decided to return home to seek revenge.

On his way back home, he leveled up, fought monsters, and collected divine equipment. After returning home, with the help of his wingman Krish, he won over the princess, who turned out to be his half-sister.

In the end, the answer is always "Yes or no, that is the question."

The prince is gone, and Golden Eagle returns to deliver the news.