Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"Perhaps the curse here is related to these wizards, after all, magicians are their greatest enemy."

This is Ronan's guess.

"Finally, thirty years ago, Grand Prince Flag of Villa bought this place and built this building, but according to records, he never came here."

This is the only official record of this place.

“Let’s ignore this curse for now. It seems it won’t pose a serious danger without magic. Our mission is to find the so-called divine artifact. But let’s not rush. Let’s get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow we’ll split into two groups. I’ll be with Agustina, and you, Dinia, will be with Elena.”

The reason for this division is that both Ronan and Dinia possess powers from another dimension.

"Alright, I'm leaving now." Ronan said, getting up to leave.

Just then, Agustina suddenly called out to Ronan, "Wait a minute, Ronan, isn't it unsafe for you to be alone in a room?" After saying that, she looked at Dinia with a smug expression.

Dinia glared back at her, but did not object.

"Then, shall I stay?" Ronan asked tentatively.

“If you say another word, get out,” Dinia said.

Ronan fell silent and sat quietly.

Immediately, Dinia dragged her bag over. She needed to change her clothes; her current outfit wasn't suitable for dealing with any unexpected situations that might arise. "Turn around."

Ronan turned around.

"No, you just turn around when the leader tells you to, tsk tsk." Agustina deliberately stirred things up.

Chapter 264 Strip, See, Hit

Elena, barely suppressing a laugh, said, "Young Master, this isn't like you."

"Sigh, you don't understand, I have my reasons. Don't let my public persona fool you, Ronan. I'm just a kept man. She can do whatever she wants. At most, I can only say 'yes'." Ronan said self-deprecatingly, his eyes brimming with tears, like onions stuck in his eyes.

“It is heartbreaking to hear this,” Agustina lamented.

“Those who see it will weep,” Elena added.

The two sang together.

If she could, Dinia really wanted to throw those two people out, but unfortunately she couldn't. In anger, Dinia ripped off her gorgeous long dress and kicked off her high heels.

After tearing off her gorgeous long dress, Dinia was left wearing only a corset-style suspender top and white stockings. It seemed that Ronan's words had influenced her earlier, as the white stockings on her legs were plain, with thickened, opaque toes and cuffs, and were semi-transparent overall.

At this moment, Dinya, with her back to Ronan, first untied her corset. The corsets in this world weren't the exaggeratedly deformed kind, but they were still very tight. Most corsets would spring back when untied, but Dinya's didn't show any springback at all.

Next, Dinya unbuckled her stockings and pulled them off directly. As if she didn't want Ronan to slowly watch the process of taking off the stockings, she moved extremely fast. Before Ronan could even capture the scene, Dinya was already bare-legged, wearing only a bodysuit.

She took it off, removing her bodysuit. Without the support of the bodysuit, her extremely full breasts only sagged slightly, still standing tall and firm. But what truly held Ronan's gaze was her buttocks. The moment the bodysuit and panties were undone, her perfectly perky buttocks seemed to break free of their restraints. While other people's buttocks would immediately sag after removing their corsets, Dinya's only feature was that they became even more perky. The skin of her buttocks was smooth and delicate, a sight that could only be depicted in a painting.

Just then, Dinia suddenly turned to face Ronan, who was so startled that he shrank back.

In that instant, he saw Dinia's front, completely naked, revealing her full, round breasts, the two pink nipples on her chest, the full line of her lower body, and the neat, thick inverted triangle of hair on top of those breasts, the same color as her hair.

Ronan covered his eyes almost instantly, trying to show that he hadn't seen anything.

Dinya ignored him, took out a set of clothes from her luggage, and began to change. The lingerie Ronan had given her, a bright red lace bra, equally bright red lace panties, flesh-colored satin pantyhose, then a white shirt, a black long skirt, and finally a camel-colored trench coat, and the loafers Ronan had made himself.

After she finished dressing, Dinia beckoned to her, "Come here."

Ronan got up to leave, but Dinia grabbed him and punched him in the face. She never used slaps, grabs, or pinches when she hit people; she only used punches and kicks.

One punch and half of Ronan's handsome face was swollen.

"You said there's nothing free in this world, right?" Dinia asked irritably.

Ronan smiled. "Then can I pay a little more to do something else?"

Agustina and Elena, who were watching the drama unfold, both had their mouths agape, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

“You…you…” Dinia was speechless for a moment.

In the end, Dinia didn't throw a punch. Instead, she turned around and walked to the other side, sitting down by the window of the room.

"Haha, it's my turn." Agustina stood up abruptly and grabbed her luggage.

"Me too," Elena followed suit.

The two of them took their clothes off without hesitation.

"You are not allowed to not watch."

"Yes."

The two worked together seamlessly once again.

Ronan was speechless at the state of these two.

Both Agustina and Elena have athletic builds. Agustina is thinner, with a smaller bust, and has subtle abdominal muscle definition. Her buttocks are firm and perky, but not as perky as Dinia's. Her legs are thinner than Elena's, with more defined muscle lines.

Both of them were wearing sheer black pantyhose with white underwear underneath. They hadn't changed their inner clothes, only their outer clothes.

Agustina took off the dress she never liked wearing and put on tight-fitting uniform boots and trousers, while Elena changed out of her men's clothes and put on a long dress.

“Ronan, when are you going to take down the commander?” Agustina said immediately. “I’m waiting.”

“Tina, don’t joke like that,” Ronan said.

"I'm like this, do you think I'm joking?" Agustina asked with a sly smile. Then she took off her one-eyed eyepatch, swept her hair back, and revealed a mature and serious older sister face. "I'm different from the captain. She's an eccentric. I'm a very ordinary woman. Putting aside my intention to stand with the captain through thick and thin, my standards are very simple: power, wealth, strength, handsomeness, thoughtfulness, and intelligence. You have all of them, don't you?"

“Agreed,” Elena chimed in.

“You agree my foot.” Ronan reached out and smacked Elena on the head, then looked at Agustina. “Well, actually, I’m a weirdo too.”

Compared to the powerful and influential people of this era, whether nobles or wealthy merchants, Ronan was truly a pure and innocent person when it came to relationships.

“Isn’t this even better? Don’t worry, there’s one thing I’m just as eccentric as the captain: I will never go looking for other men.” Agustina said, stretching out her black-stockinged foot and stroking Ronan’s leg a couple of times.

"Sigh." Ronan sighed.

The next moment, Dinia came over and kicked him to the ground. "You 'hey hey hey' my foot, you pretentious filthy bastard, do you dare to look down?"

Ronan gave an awkward smile, wiping the shoe print from his forehead. Did he really need to see that? Of course he knew he hadn't gone soft since Dinia ripped off her skirt.

Elena raised her hand. "Although I'm just an insignificant maid, I agree to this." She didn't like Dinia; she was full of unrealistic ideas, always talking about countries and citizens, and she even forced Ronan to implement those ideas. She just wanted to ask, what's the use of countries and citizens?

Agustina is good; she's just as realistic as I am.

"Alright, enough fooling around," Ronan called out. "Get some rest. We need to get down to business tomorrow. That Lichfield guy said it's a race against death. Clearly, the curse here is deepening. We have limited time, so let's try to make something of it tomorrow, understand?"

Dinia glanced at Ronan, then turned away, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

If there's one thing she likes about Ronan, it's this: even when he's full of lewd thoughts, he can still control himself and turn them to serious matters.

The entire room contained only a low, large bed. Ronan was on the far right, Elena was to the left, Agustina was to the left, and Dinia was on the far left.

That night, Ronan woke up three times. Twice he woke up from those kinds of dreams, and once he had a nightmare in which he dreamed that he had caused the deaths of everyone because of his misjudgment.

Chapter 265 The Real Past, Three Clues, the Woman is a Skeleton

In the morning, Ronan was the first to get up to brush his teeth and wash his face. He had just finished brushing his teeth and was halfway through washing his face when Dinia suddenly put her hand on his shoulder. "Relax."

“That’s really embarrassing,” Ronan sighed.

The reason Dinia would suddenly say something like that must be because she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, head hunched, hands clutching his hair, when he woke up for the third time last night.

“Occasional lapses in judgment don’t change the fact that you’re someone I trust,” Dinia said.

Ronan smiled and dried his face with a towel. "You're becoming more and more like a leader."

Hearing Ronan's praise, Dinia smiled, but she never expected Ronan to suddenly turn around and sneak up on her, touching her forehead with his lips and grabbing her breast at the same time, instantly ruining her good mood.

Before Dinia could even raise his fist, Ronan had already vanished in a flash.

At the same time, Lichfield sat motionless on the carpet, like a statue.

He doesn't intend to take any action; he'll wait for someone else to discover it.

Having learned more than anyone else, he already possessed three clues.

This all begins with the history of this place.

Thirty years ago, the fifty-seven-year-old Grand Duke of Flagg bought this land and ordered the demolition of the external buildings. The building was then constructed on the original foundation, and most of the original furnishings and decorations were preserved, although they were later rearranged.

Many people believe that the Grand Duke never came here, which is incorrect.

He actually came once, before the building was built, but he never came back after that.

This two-story villa, which was not particularly complex in structure, took six months to build. After that, although Grand Duke Flagg did not openly come, he would continue to hire people to clean and maintain it, especially in winter, when he would hire people at high salaries to live there long-term and take care of it.

She knew all this because, by virtue of her status, she was Grand Duke Flag's nephew, and her mother was the Grand Duke's sister.

However, every caregiver who comes here in winter dies.

This continued for ten years. Ten years later, nineteen years ago, Grand Duke Flag died young at the age of sixty-eight. Yes, young. For a mage of his caliber, not living past eighty was considered a young death.

After that, the building was abandoned, and no nobleman was interested in this useless piece of land within the French colony.

Until five years ago, Litchfield bought this place.

He bought this place for no other reason than that he found strange written records left by the ten winter caretakers among some of his belongings.

Spending three months of winter in such a deserted place, even if one were allowed to bring family, would drive most people crazy with boredom. In addition, Grand Duke Flagg had to use connections to hire literate convicts from the Weyland colonies to act as caretakers.

Therefore, all ten caregivers left behind some written records, which are diaries.

Some of these diaries filled an entire book, while others were only a few pages long, but without exception, they all started out normal, but later began to ramble incoherently.

But Litchfield still managed to glean three key clues from these ramblings.

Painting, candlestick, carpet.

But he didn't know the specifics, because this was his first time entering the building, and he didn't even want to be the first to examine the paintings, candlesticks, and carpets, because he didn't know what the consequences would be if he investigated these clues.

He had high hopes for Dinia and Ronan, because the two of them could obtain things that even the purple-clad men couldn't, so they must be special.

However, Ronan's words from yesterday, "Maybe we can find something here that will allow us to take another step forward," still haunted his mind. He wasn't worried about anything else, except that the two of them might suddenly obtain a divine object and break the curse before he could react.

Therefore, he had to place informants.

Here, he would not activate his senses unless absolutely necessary, because activating senses, like using magic, would result in being cursed, just as those who swore an oath of magic would suffer a backlash.

He could only place informants, and his informants were certainly not his niece Rita or his administrative assistant Lex, both of whom were now his adversaries.

His informant was Henry, because he told Henry that if he won, he would leave the New World with Henry, while if Ronan and Dinah won, he would definitely lose his life.

Henry wasn't foolish enough to completely trust him, but Ronan had undoubtedly driven him to a dead end, so Henry had no choice but to believe him.

At this moment, Lichfield got up, lay down on the bed, and prepared to stay there until noon.

Meanwhile, after having a quick bite to eat, the search and exploration began.

The plan was for Dinia and Elena to explore the first floor of this two-story villa, which covered more than 1,000 square meters and consisted of more than a dozen rooms of varying sizes, while Ronan and Agustina would go to the second floor.

Rita and Lex are on the first floor.

Henry and his old butler Duden, who had watched him grow up, went up to the second floor.

Ronan quickly realized that Henry and Agustina weren't there to look for clues; their attention was on him. Although the two of them wouldn't be watching him and Agustina, they would follow them as soon as they moved to another room to investigate.

Ronan didn't care about that, because even if he discovered something, he wouldn't say it out loud, but would pretend that he hadn't discovered anything.

In one morning, Ronan and Agustina basically explored the entire second floor.

At noon, Ronan and his three companions reunited in the room they had occupied and closed the door.

“They should have all noticed by now,” Ronan said.

“Yes,” Dinia nodded in response.

“Absolutely, it’s paintings. There’s at least one painting in every room, and some have several,” Elena said. “The paintings vary in size, but the themes are all the same.”

“That’s right,” Agustina continued Elena’s words, “It’s all about a woman and a man being intimate, and there’s even the woman hugging the man from behind.”

"Huh?" Ronan and Dinia were surprised at the same time, because this was not what they saw.

Ronan and Dinia exchanged a glance, instantly realizing that both of them were different from them.

“Men and skeletons,” Ronan said.

Dinia nodded; that's what she saw too.

Upon hearing this, Elena and Agustina were both taken aback. Why were the images they were seeing different?

“It’s nothing, it just further confirms that there’s something wrong with the paintings,” Ronan said. “This afternoon, we’ll examine these paintings more closely and see what the connections are between them. Remember, don’t let it show that what Dinia and I see is different from what you see.” Ronan gave this final instruction.

In the afternoon, Ronan and his group quickly found the connection between the paintings.