Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“Dad, there’s no one around here. There’s a huge rock over there, shall we?” Golan said, licking her lips.

Ronan patted Golan's round bottom and said, "The tide is coming in soon, so don't cause any trouble. I'll give you a good meal tonight."

Chapter 492 "Morning Exercise", Worry, So-called Thought

In July, during the summer, the daily temperature in the capital is around 24 or 25 degrees Celsius, neither too hot nor too cold, making it the most comfortable time of the year.

Sunday morning.

On the big bed in Agustina's house.

Wearing a black sheer nightgown on top and loosely strapped gold-brown stockings on the bottom, Agustina, with her eyes half-open and her hair casually draped over her shoulders, rested her head on Ronan's thigh. One hand held Ronan's thick, long penis, and she leisurely and comfortably licked and sucked the head of his penis.

Tina is beautiful but has an aggressive look. She has a full but not particularly large bust, a fit body, and her toned buttocks can feel hard when taut. She has a clear six-pack, strong and powerful thighs, and muscular but not thick calves. She looks like a woman who can drive men crazy, but in bed she is not very proactive and doesn't like to make a fuss.

"Tina."

"Ok?"

"Deeper," Ronan whispered.

Agustina spat out the meatball, looked up lazily, and refused, "No, I'm sleepy, I don't want to move."

She had been working overtime for several days in a row. Last night, after changing her clothes, she only said a few words before falling asleep.

Ronan got up and picked up Agustina. "Then let's wake you up."

He kissed Agutina's cheek from behind, gently biting her earlobe, while Ronan kneaded her breasts with one hand and played with them with the other.

Agustina slowly began to feel it too.

Ronan felt the wetness and stickiness on his fingers, then pushed Agustina down, pinning her beneath him with her buttocks facing him.

Looking ahead, there's a smooth, white back with the subtle outline of its muscles. Closer up, there's a powerful, muscular physique. Looking down, there are glistening black silk panties, damp with water. Below that are the thighs, where the thick straps of the stockings connect to the suspenders. The dark brown stockings have a subtle gold sheen. Further down, the thighs, backs of the knees, calves, ankles, heels, and soles are all covered by a thin layer of evenly colored, slightly metallic matte light brown stockings. The heels and toes, along with the thick straps at the top of the stockings, are the same dark brown with a gold sheen.

She felt like a brave and powerful female knight dressed as an elegant noblewoman.

Ronan squeezed and kneaded Agustina's firm, muscular legs beneath the stockings a few times, then, supporting Agustina's waist, he thrust inside.

Agustina was very hot inside. When it was inserted, I felt a surge of heat rush from my lower body to my head, and I woke up instantly.

Agustina, feeling a long-lost sense of fulfillment, also fully awakened.

After a while of gentle, rhythmic thrusting, Ronan pressed Agustina down, then grabbed her ankles with both hands, raising her lower legs as a support, and began to pound into her with great force, each thrust feeling as if he wanted to shove his balls inside her, impacting her groin.

Agustina also began to moan comfortably, her hands gripping the bed, her buttocks swaying and arching slightly to accommodate Ronan's powerful thrusts.

Ronan released Agustina's legs, opened his arms, and stopped thrusting rapidly.

As the stimulation subsided, Agustina braced herself on the bed with both hands and used her feet to push against the sheets for leverage. Her thin, non-elastic stockings became wrinkled all over. She then raised her buttocks high, used her waist and abdomen to thrust back and forth in large movements, and vigorously and rapidly manipulated Ronan's penis with her wet and hot vagina.

The key to getting Agustina moving is to ignite her fire.

After enjoying himself for a while, Ronan regained control, turned Agustina over to face him, and pressed himself against her.

Agustina's fingers were spread apart and pressed tightly against Ronan's back. Even though Ronan's back muscles were taut, ten red marks were pressed into them. Her stockings were so loose that one of them went down to her knees. The wrinkles were piled up. Her legs were crossed and tightly wrapped around Ronan's waist. Her insteps were straight, and her toenails were faintly visible in the thickened area of ​​the stockings at the toes.

Agustina remained lost in thought.

Ronan pressed himself against her and began to thrust wildly without any rhythm or skill.

After a quarter of an hour of irrational, chaotic intercourse, Agustina's hands and feet began to weaken, and Ronan thrust even more fiercely.

Finally, with a low moan, Ronan injected all his semen into Agustina's body.

Afterwards, the two began to gently caress and kiss.

After resting for a while, Ronan got down to business, "A lot of projects will be launched in the factory area soon, and the union will act as the supervisor. You need to keep a close eye on things."

"Don't worry," Agustina assured confidently, "these construction workers in the capital can't fool me."

“That’s true, you’re the most educated person around here,” Ronan said with a smile.

Agustina is indeed the most educated member of Ronan's team. She is a graduate of the magic academy. As a technical elemental mage, how can she play with technology if she doesn't understand integral calculus and differentiation? In addition, she is also a doctor of architecture, not through correspondence after becoming an official, but because she earned it while in the mage corps.

After Dinia left the mage guild, Agustina was naturally marginalized, so she simply applied for a leave of absence without pay and went to university.

She designed the Moulin Rouge Education Center.

"It's nothing special," Agustina said modestly.

“Yes, I trust you to handle things,” Ronan said.

Agustina sat up. "By the way, will it be okay to let Alice deal with those people?"

She was referring to a bureaucrat who was assigned to handle certain tasks while slacking off, but who maintained close ties with people in the cultural sphere and even secretly published articles under a pseudonym in newspapers that were detrimental to the authorities.

Although Agustina and Elena are close, and she doesn't usually interact much with Alice, they are still on the same side, so she still cares about her to some extent.

"It's nothing, it's not about dealing with them, it's just about having some exchanges and persuasion."

Ronan said.

Although Alice's childhood experience of her intellectual father's brutal murder made her more tolerant of some intellectuals, this time she wasn't tasked with arresting people, but rather with engaging in friendly exchanges.

"That's fine. If Isha takes over, I'm afraid a bloodbath will be inevitable."

Agustina sighed softly.

In recent years, with the economy on a continuous upward trend, ideological work must keep up.

Isabel firmly identifies with a country, a leader, and an ideology, and she believes that only her ideology is correct. Well, to put it another way, Dinia is communitarian, which advocates state intervention, regulation, and suppression of liberalism, while Isabel is heading towards a socialist path, which can be described as very radical and very dangerous.

“She should just focus on her security work,” Ronan said.

"By the way, isn't ideological work being extended to the military?" Agustina asked.

"Not for now. Soldiers are also citizens, with families and lives. If citizens feel that the country treats them well and are willing to agree with loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, they will naturally agree with these principles. If citizens are no longer loyal to the emperor and patriotism, it will be useless to emphasize patriotism in the army a thousand times."

Ronan shared his own opinion.

More than a hundred years ago, even magicians in the capital couldn't afford houses. Back then, the army didn't emphasize loyalty to the monarch and patriotism, so who believed it? But then Lawrence allocated houses and repelled the invading enemy.

Chapter 493 Diplomacy, Unexpected, and Even More Unexpected

July 11th, an ordinary day without a royal council meeting. Morning, Prime Minister's Office.

"Good morning, Camille, nice perfume," Ronan greeted.

“Good morning, Marquis,” Camille replied.

After greeting everyone, Ronan, as usual, sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, occasionally revealing a smile that was either sarcastic or simply amusing.

Camille examined once more the concise summary of government affairs in front of her, which she had already reviewed more than once and was about to present to the King for his review.

Several years of rapid development, if not a race into industrialization, at least accelerated the break from feudalism.

While developing, the amount of government affairs that need to be handled has also increased and become more difficult. Now, the Royal Council meetings are basically held every three days, and they are no longer held every few days or irregularly as in the past. Instead of the Prime Minister leading several relevant ministers and subordinate officials to discuss matters with the King on the day of the meeting, the documents are sent to the King the day before so that he knows what will be discussed at the Royal Council meeting the next morning, in order to improve efficiency.

Soon after, Dinia opened the door and entered the office.

After they took their seats, Ronan quickly went upstairs and handed over a document. As Dinya read it, Ronan explained that it was about diplomacy again.

Why do you say again?

Because there is diplomatic work to handle almost every day.

In this wretched place called the Western Continent, almost every country has several neighboring states, and these are not the kind of weak, insignificant countries that can be easily controlled. The various major powers are in a state of all-round competition, with constant conflicts and trade between them.

It's common for soldiers to fight each other while caravans nearby are exchanging insults; this is a regular occurrence.

Even France, which claims to be "a farmer," still prioritizes diplomacy. After all, it has a Catholic country like Villa below, a troublemaker like Weyland above, and the despicable empire to the east.

However, this time it was not due to border friction or trade disputes.

Instead, it was Suleiman who attacked. Suleiman was the Ottoman of this world. It can only be said that the Ottomans had no taste, directly naming their country after their founding emperor.

The attack wasn't on the Balkan Peninsula, but on the northern part of the southern continent, in "North Africa," specifically Tripoli, or in other words, Libya.

In this world, Villa currently indirectly rules this place.

This time, Villa called on the brothers of the Father to unite and send troops together to drive back those damned heretics.

“Madam Prime Minister, please look at the Vena document below,” Ronan prompted.

Dinia moved aside the document on top, picked up the next one, and then frowned.

"What's going on? Why are they inviting us to join them in sending troops to Egypt?" Dinia was puzzled. Wasn't Tripoli attacked?

As for Egypt, it had been occupied by Suleiman for many years.

“Perhaps it’s a ‘besieging Wei to rescue Zhao’ strategy?” Ronan said.

Dinia understood the story of Seris that Ronan was telling, but she was still very confused because even so, it was too far-fetched. In Egypt, most of the population was gathered around that city, and there were also a large number of soldiers. Wouldn't rushing over there be suicide?

Suleiman is still very strong. Just to give you an example, his capital has a population of 600,000, while the capital of the Kingdom of Fas claims to have a million people, but if you exclude the suburbs, the population inside the city is actually less than 400,000.

“Vinaya doesn’t have the guts to fight Suleiman, but it does have the guts, and a lot of guts, to use the pretext of fighting Suleiman to raid the port.”

Ronan further explained.

The Western Continent is full of bandits, and that's no exaggeration.

What business is the most profitable these days? Overseas zero-dollar purchases!

Are people who do legitimate business honest people? Bah! Honest people all steal. Stealing from heretics isn't a sin; it's doing God's work, oh no, it's bringing glory to the Father. It sounds like the Father is some kind of thief leader.

"Shall we go too?" Dinia asked.

"Go, but not too many. Three warships and a thousand regular troops will be enough. As for the other configurations and specific tactics, that's the General Staff's business. We'll just set the tone. Sending too many troops might result in losses, and retreating will be troublesome."

Ronan said that he had a plan before he came, which was to go and rob a group with Venaya.

Anyway, we don't send out many troops. If the enemy has a large force, we run away. If not, we plunder. After plundering, we run away quickly.

If you can't even snatch it, then cause some damage. It's like giving Villa an explanation, showing that you've done your best and tied down the enemy's main force.

“That’s settled then,” Dinia said.

She wasn't particularly interested in using the guise of supporting her "brothers" to conduct free overseas purchases, but she wouldn't object either.

The following day, the kingdom's central government passed a resolution, and a day later, the instructions were transmitted to the Mediterranean naval command.

At this time, the Birians had already started fighting with the Suleimans.

The Kingdom of Phos prepared for three days and waited for the Venaians for another three days before the two countries set off together.

Why did the Vena people take three extra days? Who knows? Maybe they didn't have enough pots to cook the noodles?

But what happened next was rather bizarre.

When the navy of the Kingdom of Fas, the Republic of Vinaya, and the Empire of Will arrived at the port on the northeast coast of Egypt, they were surprised to find that there was no navy stationed there, and the defensive fortifications and watchtowers were not functioning properly.

What does "介" mean?

After discussing the matter, the three commanders decided to investigate.

However, the news brought back was even more unbelievable: the city was empty, and there wasn't a single person left.

A trap? Even a trap wouldn't be like this.

After some deliberation, the three commanders reached a consensus and decided to land. After landing, they divided the area and blocked the zero-yuan purchase, while another group of elites went south to investigate the situation.

As a result, each side sent out 100 people, and the elite squad of 300 people in total lost contact.

Even if they were surrounded and attacked by a large force, it was impossible for all three hundred men to run back.

Could it be a sixth-tier mage who made a move? That shouldn't be possible. A sixth-tier mage couldn't possibly wipe out three hundred people silently. With such a commotion, how could they not see or hear it?

Left with no other choice, they sent people back to report, while their respective commanders personally led their soldiers to investigate.

All three commanders are fourth-tier mages, and there are three of them. Even if they encounter a sixth-tier mage, they can always escape. However, if the opponent is a sixth-tier mage, that would be a grave offense, and they would be universally condemned without question.

But the result was unexpected once again; it wasn't some powerful magician who intervened.

It was the devil, yes, the devil. A large group of people, including the three hundred soldiers, were rushing frantically southward, like running dead men. This situation could not possibly be magic; it could only be explained by the devil's manifestation.

Meanwhile, the survivors in Egypt had retreated into Cairo, where chaos was also brewing.

A few days later, the news was presented to Dinia.

Several other major countries also received the message.

This situation is no longer a trivial matter like war.

When was the last time such a bizarre phenomenon occurred? More than four hundred years ago.

Chapter 494 Call to Action, Conflict, and the Living Dead