Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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On this day, a welcoming banquet was held.

The banquet was held in a small garden, not a particularly high-class place, after all, everyone was an honest official. Of course, the level was not low either, after all, officials must be dignified.

Besides the heads of these nine government offices, there were three other officials in charge.

First, there's the Inspection Office. The Inspection Office is a government office in Foshan, but it's not under the jurisdiction of the Foshan Prefecture. It liaises with the Imperial Censor and is responsible for reporting back to higher authorities. Most places don't have an Inspection Office, but Foshan does, which is why Luo Nan said Foshan has a bit of the flavor of a municipality directly under the central government.

Secondly, the Foshan Garrison Command. David's army had four systems: the Imperial Guard, the Border Guard, the local garrison, and the overseas garrison. Among them, the garrison troops were the weakest in terms of combat effectiveness. Although the total size was not small, the number of troops in a specific place was actually very small. For example, the Foshan garrison had a staff of only 500 men, and the equipment was also very basic. They had five or six dilapidated boats that didn't even have cannons and could only be used for fishing in the river.

Thirdly, there was the county magistrate of Nanhai County. After all, the Foshan Coastal Defense Sub-Prefecture was nominally part of Nanhai County and under its jurisdiction, although in reality it was not.

As evening fell, Liu Menglong, along with his ostensible advisor Zhao Yingqi, who looked exactly like his wife, and Ronan and Dinia, arrived at the garden.

He sat down at the head table himself.

Meanwhile, Ronan and his two companions went to the other side, not far away, and sat with the lower-ranking officials from various government departments.

The advisor, to put it nicely, is the master's confidant; to put it bluntly, he's nothing but a nobody, and naturally has no right to sit with the proper officials.

Once everyone had arrived, the dishes were served quickly.

Although the people on both sides are different, this is still about sharing joy with the "people," so the dishes are the same.

The first dish was an appetizer, sliced ​​snails cooked in fermented rice wine. Interestingly, this was not Cantonese cuisine, but Fujian cuisine.

The second dish was a stew, chicken soup with fish maw.

The third dish was interesting: crispy roasted pigeon with a golden-red, glossy skin that looked as if it were covered with a thin layer of glass.

The reason it's considered interesting is that this kind of dish shouldn't be served at a formal banquet. It's inconvenient to eat directly with chopsticks or a spoon, and you'd have to spit out the bones. Grabbing it and gnawing on it? Tearing it off and eating it? That would be incredibly unrefined and vulgar.

In an instant, the eyes of both groups were fixed on Ronan and his two companions.

Ronan smiled, his magic coalescing onto the chopsticks. The thinner end of the chopsticks resembled a short, high-pressure water cutter. With a deft flick of his wrist, Ronan easily sliced ​​and deboned the small pigeon, doing so cleanly and efficiently without letting a single drop of the crispy roasted pigeon juice spill out of the plate.

Then, Ronan calmly began to eat the pigeon.

Want to embarrass him? Think again.

Dinia was faster than Ronan, while Zhao Yingqi was a bit slower, but she was still capable. She was personally taught by Ronan, who had an excellent foundation, and although she was still only at the second level, her foundation was exceptionally solid.

Ronan, Dinia, and Zhao Yingqi were all capable, as were most of the other officials. However, many of those sitting with Ronan and his group were not, because although they were superhumans, they were not yet at the level of scholars or warriors, and their foundation was simply not strong enough.

However, the pigeons weren't meant to be prepared by the guests themselves. Soon, a group of young girls, who weren't particularly beautiful but were young, arrived. They used knives to cut up the pigeons, debone them, and then placed them in front of the guests.

“I’ve heard that Mr. Luo is Lord Liu’s true advisor,” a clerk suddenly said.

Because the banquet had just begun, there was no dancing or music, and no drinking had started, everyone heard his words clearly.

The two groups of people had different expressions, but many of them had the same thought in their minds: Is it going to be this exciting from the start?

"Yes," Ronan replied directly.

His direct admission threw a few people who were already prepared to cause trouble off balance.

Are we going to bring up his foreign identity directly? Wouldn't that be a direct confrontation with the newly arrived Lord Liu?

Besides, the Kingdom of David does have foreigners in office. Ronan being a secretary, though improper, does not violate the law or morality.

"May I ask, where did Mr. Luo hold a position in the West before?" the clerk asked again.

Ronan replied in his thick Northern Mandarin, "Well, I just manage the family business for my wife, but it's quite a large business."

Before these officials could speak, Yuan Fanghe, the chief official of the Yimin Division, one of the nine government offices, suddenly chuckled, "Turns out he's a live-in son-in-law."

For a moment, the air was deathly silent.

Zhang Changlin, the head of the Legal Affairs Department, and Xu Zhongting, the head of the Iron and Steel Department, both turned pale. It was originally their plan: first, let the "dogs" bark and bite randomly, then set a trap for Liu Menglong as a "welcome" for this lord, and finally smooth things over. But Yuan Fanghe was purely causing trouble! Calling someone a son-in-law was pure insult! Was this a slap in the face to Luo Nan? This was clearly a direct slap to Liu Menglong.

Ronan smiled slightly and gave Dinya a wink.

In a flash, Yuan Fanghe was sent flying more than ten meters away, a crater in his chest, and he was silent.

"Uh, I didn't control my strength well, but he's not dead yet, he can be saved."

Chapter 755 They're practically bandits! I took the hit for nothing. I need to find a new battlefield.

Her chest collapsed; she didn't control her strength well?

I hope people are okay.

To everyone's astonishment, Dinia leaped more than ten meters away and, with a wave of her hand, completely healed the injuries of Yuan Fanghe, the chief official of the Yimin Division.

Yuan Fanghe, who had just lost consciousness after his sternum fractured and internal organs shattered, suddenly regained his senses and clutched his chest, letting out a bloodcurdling scream.

The scene was somewhat comical, but no one laughed because everyone was still in shock.

Dinia's sudden move was completely beyond their expectations.

Her behavior and words were like those of a brute.

No, not just a brute, he was a bandit, a ruthless bandit, and the kind of ruthless bandit who was both stubborn and arrogant.

She didn't seem angry at all. She kicked Yuan Fanghe in the chest, causing it to cave in and send him flying, as if she were just walking down the street, stepping on a small pebble, and then kicking him.

Liu Menglong was dumbfounded. He had been in contact with Diniya for some time, and although she was decisive, she wasn't that kind of person.

Dinya was certainly not that kind of person, and she would never say something as silly as "Sorry, I didn't control my strength well," let alone be unable to control her strength. If she couldn't control her strength, Ronan would have died hundreds of times over the decades. However, that day, she suddenly said that the phrase "acting on behalf of Heaven" gave Ronan a spark of inspiration. So, before attending the banquet, Ronan told her that if anyone caused trouble, they should put on this performance and establish a good persona.

A simple character design: whoever Ronan tells her to mess with, she messes with.

Dinia walked back to the astonished gazes of the crowd and sat back down in her original seat as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, Yuan Fanghe stopped screaming, because he finally realized that he was actually fine.

However, he was absolutely certain that he had just felt like he was about to die, and even saw his past flashing before his eyes.

In fact, if Dinia had been a little slower in releasing his regeneration ability, Lord Yuan of the Yimin Division would have really died. His heart, liver, and lungs would have been ruptured. At his level, how could he possibly survive?

Yuan Fanghe, who had thoroughly humiliated himself, stormed over and confronted Dinia, demanding, "Do you know what you're doing?"

Dinia simply said, "If you want to sue me for assaulting an official, go ahead. Oh, no need to go, you can do it right here. All the officials are here. If you don't think it's acceptable, you can go to the prefectural government office in Guangzhou and sue me to the prefect. Just say that Liu Menglong's female advisor's husband's concubine assaulted you."

Ah, this...

Yuan Fanghe himself, along with the officials and clerks present, thought it over carefully. They realized that filing a complaint here would definitely not work. If they went to the prefect, firstly, their embarrassing situation would spread, and secondly, the prefect would not accept the case and would only try to appease the situation. If he still insisted on filing the complaint, it would trigger a political struggle.

Once the struggle begins, it will be either him or Liu Menglong who falls.

It will also attract the attention of the highest levels. What will they think? They will think that the people from Foshan are unruly.

At that point, it won't just be him who will be involved.

Whatever the outcome, he is destined to become a victim.

So, this is the only way things can end? She got beaten up for nothing?

Ronan stood there without speaking, a smile playing on his lips. "Lord Yuan, it seems you are a reasonable man. You have decided to forgive and forget about my mistake."

That's clearly a sarcastic remark.

At this moment, the other officials also realized that, if Ronan didn't premeditate it, he at least anticipated that Yuan Fanghe would be unable to do anything after being beaten.

This Master Luo is not someone who can be dealt with by petty tricks.

Zhang Changlin, the head of the Legal Affairs Department, and Xu Zhongting, the head of the Iron and Steel Department, exchanged a glance, then looked together at Zhou Chongren, the head of the Finance Department who held the power of finance and could use public funds. Zhou Chongren understood and clapped his hands. The boss, who was ready to take orders at any time, quickly came over.

"Music and dance," Zhou Chongren simply said to his boss.

The boss immediately went to handle it.

In fact, although this garden was just a small, insignificant garden in Foshan, the people who were truly serving the esteemed guests were not the garden's own chefs or dance troupes, but rather three different teams from Foshan: a top-notch chef team, a dance and music troupe, and courtesans.

They were all honest officials, so of course they couldn't go to first-class gardens, but in reality they could enjoy first-class service.

One must be able to maintain appearances, but not the substance.

The banquet continued, and the music and dance began.

Luo Shiye's plan to unleash his dogs failed because Yuan Fanghe ruined the whole thing before the dogs even got a chance to play.

This failure made Zhang Changlin, the head of the Legal Affairs Department, and Xu Zhongting, the head of the Iron and Steel Department, hesitate about setting a trap for Liu Menglong, which they should have done.

It's not that they're afraid of Ronan or Dinia, because if Ronan or Dinia act impulsively again, they'll be overjoyed.

Their concern was that there was a mole within the organization.

Yuan Fanghe was a mole.

As the head of the Yimin Division, to put it bluntly, no matter what Liu Menglong, this bigwig, does, it has nothing to do with him and will not affect his work. Unless Liu Menglong is cerebral palsy, what he wants to arrest is definitely not the Yimin Division.

Since it doesn't affect Yuan Fanghe's work, it won't affect his future or financial prospects.

Therefore, Yuan Fanghe had no reason to cause trouble, but he did anyway, and in a simple and crude way, he wanted to slap Liu Menglong in the face.

This is definitely being orchestrated by someone behind the scenes, and this is certainly just the beginning. So, the question is, who is behind this?

Neither Zhang Changlin nor Xu Zhongting knew.

Given the unclear situation, Zhang Changlin and Xu Zhongting dared not act rashly.

And so, a welcoming banquet that was supposed to be a good show turned into a farcical spectacle, ending in a seemingly harmonious and joyful atmosphere.

However, this was only Liu Menglong's first welcoming banquet; there was a second one, the one for Master Wang.

After the music ended and the crowd dispersed, Liu Menglong, Luo Nan, and the other two walked on their way home.

"Brother Luo, really..." Liu Menglong was also helpless. Luo Nan's behavior could not be said to be wrong, and could even be said to be very good, but some things just got out of his control.

Ronan chuckled, "As the advisor, it's my duty to uphold the master's reputation."

"Let's not talk about that anymore. What should we do next?" Liu Menglong asked for advice. He had just witnessed Ronan's abilities and was now seeking his advice.

Ronan opened his folding fan and became serious. "Officially, we can't beat them. We can only start from the business side and play chess on a different board. As for how to make the moves, we'll have to wait until we meet with that Master Wang."

"Are we really no match for them?" Liu Menglong asked.

"Ha, all the officials are their people. Brother Liu, you don't have a single pawn. How can you fight?" Ronan retorted. Back in France, he was able to win because he established a new department, cultivated a large group of his own people, and purged a large number of the opposing side. Could Liu Menglong do something like that? No. Since he couldn't, he could only change the battlefield and force the opponent to make moves in an area they were not good at.

Chapter 756 The Goodness of Black Stockings, Start Calling for People, Professionals Should Do Professional Things.

In the dead of night, with dark clouds obscuring the moon, a sudden flash of lightning illuminated a plaque hanging high above the entrance of a mansion, revealing the three large characters "Jiusiju" in a fleeting glimpse.

This courtyard house with the plaque "Jiu Si Ju" is where Ronan and his group are currently staying.

In Seris, only those with titles can hang a sign for their mansion, only officials can hang a sign for their residence, and commoners can hang a sign for their home.

However, people with a bit of wealth, status, and education would not use a particular family name, but would instead choose their own name or write down their family motto.

Ronan's "Nine Considerations" also has a historical basis, originating from the Analects of Confucius: "When seeing, consider clarity; when hearing, consider discernment; when displaying a gentle countenance, consider respect; when speaking, consider loyalty; when acting, consider reverence; when in doubt, consider asking; when angry, consider the consequences; when seeing gain, consider righteousness." This is what is meant by a gentleman considering nine things before acting.

Of course, at this moment, Ronan was anything but a gentleman; on the contrary, he was quite lewd.

Elena and Agustina sat on the bed, each stretching out one long leg and pressing it together, while Ronan held their calves with both hands and pressed his mouth to them, licking their black-stockinged soles with great eagerness.

Elena liked this feeling because she was Ronan's adopted child, and she always considered herself a servant, even though she never acted like one.

When her master licked her like that, she naturally became extremely excited.

Agustina also liked this feeling; the slight inferiority complex planted during her childhood when she lived under someone else's roof could never be erased, even though she showed more indifference and pride.

She felt extremely pleased when her superior fawned over her like that.

Afterwards, the two of them gave Ronan a footjob together. Both of them were over 175 cm tall, and their feet were longer than the length of Ronan's penis. When their feet were put together, they could create a feeling of being enveloped. This was a completely different feeling from Alice and the Golan sisters, who were known for their technique.

"Have all the letters been sent out?" Ronan asked.

The letter was naturally a request for the Kingdom of Phos to send some technical personnel. Ronan couldn't offer any benefits right now, but he could threaten them: if they didn't send anyone, he would teach the Seres people the technology for the magic revolver and magic armor.

“Absolutely no problem,” Elena replied.

“They are all reliable people,” Agustina added.

After the foot fetish ended, Luo Nanping lay on the bed.

Elena and Agustina, dressed only in black pantyhose, stood sideways, one on each side. One leg was long and straight, the thin black pantyhose displaying a uniform color, except that the toes appeared more transparent. The other leg was bent and draped over Ronan. The color of the pantyhose on the bent leg changed noticeably. It was clearly transparent near the upper thigh, then gradually darkened downwards, becoming transparent at the knee, slightly transparent at the calf, black on the front of the calf, black at the ankle, and transparent at the heel.

The subtle color variations of black stockings were what most aroused Ronan's desire.

Elena and Agustina, one with her black stockinged thigh and the other with her black stockinged calf, worked together to clamp Ronan's huge penis, moving it up and down, their faces pressed against Ronan's body, while they stuck out their tongues to lick Ronan's pectoral muscles.

Ronan's two hands were on either side, his fingers constantly teasing the two men's gradually moistening openings through their black stockings.

After a while, the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, pressed their buttocks together, using their buttocks to clamp Ronan's erect penis, and moved it up and down.

Such actions don't provide much physical stimulation; the real stimulation comes from seeing Elena's thick, glistening thighs stretched taut by her black stockings, and Agustina's well-built, muscular thighs encased in black stockings.

Before long, Ronan couldn't hold back any longer.