My Prime Minister is so cute

"what?"

Avril Lavigne responded: "Oh, thank you, Bird, I totally get it now."

In short, just leave it to Bird. As the lord, you only need to complete the most important part of coordinating the overall situation and confirming whether your subordinates' work is completed on time - this is what Bird said.

The same is true today.

"Bird, what's today's job?"

In the study, the 1-meter-tall lord sat behind his desk and asked in a serious tone.

"Of course, Lord, there are important decisions that require your review." Bird calmly produced several documents, "regarding the site selection for the factory, the renovation and cleaning of the buildings, and the salaries of magic craftsmen and high-level magicians..."

"High-level magician?"

Avril captured the points worth paying attention to from a bunch of words.

"That's exactly what I was going to say, Lord," Bird said. "The territory currently doesn't have the funds to hire a high-level magician, but I happen to have a friend who has just completed certification as a high-level magician in a few days. I'll try to keep him for a while, but I'll need your cooperation."

"You may need to reserve a room in the villa, and please be as friendly and respectful as possible, my lord."

"Oh, I see."

Avril really understood this time: "Don't worry, Bird, I'll have Mary prepare and entertain them well...Anything else?"

As for issues such as site selection, the lady of the lord smoothly ignored them.

"One more thing." Bird glanced at Avril, not exposing her cleverness. "Today is the first ball invitation you've received since becoming lord. It's from Viscount Wayne, who also recently inherited the title. According to custom, you're not required to attend due to your age. If you plan to refuse, I will..."

"Of course I will go. I must go."

Avril was immediately shocked and interrupted with a righteous tone, "This is an important task for a lord, and a crucial way to improve relations with neighboring lords! I must stand up at a time like this. How can I back down because of a minor age issue?"

"And by the way, let everyone see the demeanor of the new generation of the Nader family's head, and witness your personal social skills and charisma?"

Bird raised an eyebrow.

Avril said subconsciously: "Yes.....I mean no!"

【Evaluation: General】

[Reward: Alcohol Overdraft]

Following the system's reminder, Bird felt that he could actively suppress his drunkenness, so that he would not pass out on the spot, and control the alcohol concentration in his body to prevent alcohol poisoning - but he would still get drunk afterwards, and the drunkenness would last longer.

It helps a little, but not much.

The system rewards these days are all pretty useless. There has never been any good stuff like "Magic Power Machine Blueprint (Revised)". Yesterday, it was even a hand-pulled pancake.

I guess the rewards will be richer when the 1-meter-tall lord becomes a 5-meter-tall district chief.

Recovering his thoughts, Bird glanced at the lord's expectant expression. His little eyes, twinkling and shining, looked at him like a primary school student looking forward to a spring outing, hoping to get his consent... although in theory the lord did not need the butler's consent to do things.

Bird, who had intended to stop the other party, couldn't help but smile when he saw Avril like this, and changed his mind.

"Yes, my lord," he said.

Chapter 9 Communication between Housekeepers

"Bird, how about I dress like this?"

In the afternoon, after dinner, Avril began to prepare for the dance.

With Mary's help, the 1-meter-tall lord changed into a black evening gown. The long skirt adopted a layered design, which made it look fluffy without affecting its movement. The chest was also decorated with ruffles and small flowers to cover up the thin part as much as possible. It can be seen that the designer really worked hard.

Compared to the dresses that most ladies wear that almost expose their entire breasts, Avril's dress only exposes her snow-white and delicate neck, and a large area of ​​white back extending back from her shoulders.

"It suits you very well." Bird praised calmly, "A true lady should wear it."

"That's it?"

Avril snorted in dissatisfaction, but still narrowed her eyes happily and turned around twice in a reserved manner... Then she almost tripped and was caught by Mary, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed.

"Damn that bustle," she complained.

After completing the preparations, the group took a carriage and headed all the way to Viscount Wayne's territory.

After handing over the invitation and having the servant confirm that it was correct, Bird watched Mary and the lady of the lord enter the ballroom, and then he turned and headed in another direction.

The nobles have their own gatherings.

Butlers also have their butlers' parties.

I came to a reception room alone and walked in.

Inside was a young man, also dressed in butler's clothes, pouring wine into a glass.

"Dear Bird, you're here." The man smiled and shook his glass. "Would you like a drink?"

This man's name is Dyna Wayne, and he is Viscount Wayne's butler.

"Thank you."

Bird closed the door behind him and collapsed onto the sofa. "Phew, I had to come after receiving your invitation... By the way, where are the others?"

"No one else seems to have much free time."

Wayne smiled, walked to the sofa with two glasses of wine, and handed one to Bird: "They are all busy people."

"That's right." Bird took the wine glass and took a sip. "We don't have any natural titles, nor do we have inherited land, nor do we have any lifelong subsidies and benefits. We can only rely on ourselves."

"Oh, by the way, Bird, I heard that the old Baron Nader, whom you were in charge of, passed away, and his daughter is now his successor."

Wayne leaned forward, humbly asking for advice, "Any suggestions? Regarding how to treat the new lord?"

Although Bird is still young.

But the experiences of two lives, coupled with several years of work experience and an excellent resume, have made him a veteran in the butler community in this area, and butlers often ask him questions at similar gatherings.

"How should we treat them?" Bird shook his wine glass and said casually, "Just treat them as usual. Say some nice things and brag a little. As long as the lord doesn't cause any trouble, they can do whatever they want, whether it's hunting or sunbathing. It doesn't matter."

"To be honest, this guy of mine is quite troublesome," Wayne said with a headache. "He seems to want to revitalize the family and is enthusiastically considering his investment plan."

"Oh, that's quite serious." Bird raised an eyebrow. "Investment is the surest way for aristocrats to go bankrupt, especially new lords who have just inherited the title. Blind confidence can lead them to make many foolish moves and be deceived by those cunning businessmen."

"what should I do?"

"What you have to do is stop him and prevent him from squandering the little fortune he just inherited."

"I tried, but it didn't work," Wayne said. "The lord is quite persistent in his opinion."

"That's because your approach is wrong," Bird said, shaking his glass. "Don't try to stop him outright. You should first agree with the lord's excellent investment plan, affirm his wise intentions, and offer your full support. But then, in the face of his expectant expression, you should regretfully explain the current difficult situation of the territory, the difficulty in cashing out real estate, and the shortage of working capital..."

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll make a note of it."

Wayne took out a pen and paper from his pocket and asked humbly, "And then?"

"These troubles are enough to dampen the lord's enthusiasm. Even if we can't convince him to give up, we must delay as much as possible." Bird pointed at the goldfish in the tank and said, "The lord's memory is like a goldfish's, most don't last more than three days. Once something attracts their attention, they'll naturally forget about the investment."

"What if the lord still can't change his mind?"

Wayne asked.

"Then find him something to do to distract him and keep him from thinking about it." Bird waved his hand vigorously and said firmly, "Use report data and daily trivialities to overwhelm him. If all else fails, introduce him to some beautiful young noble ladies. There will always be a way!"

Wayne gained a lot.

"Oh, I really don't know how to thank you on behalf of my lord," he said with emotion, "You saved him from a great loss of property."

"It's a small matter." Bird smiled and asked, "By the way, I heard that you used to sell wool to foreign merchants."

Wayne put away his pen and paper. "Yes, they offered a high price. What's wrong?"

Bird smiled at the other party and said, "I think a trustworthy and noble aristocratic colleague might be a better choice than a cunning foreign businessman."

"Hmm? Oh, oh~"

Wayne was stunned for a moment, then a look of realization appeared on his face, and he smiled. "That's right, even if the price is a little lower, it's worth it to gain the friendship of a noble."

"That's right." Bird raised his glass. "Cheers to friendship."

"Cheers." Wayne said in the same relaxed tone.

The two had a great conversation.

Afterwards, they exchanged experiences in daily work and methods of training responsible lords.

dong dong dong-

At this moment, someone knocked heavily on the door of the reception room.

"Who is so rude?"

Wayne got up and opened the door dissatisfied. He saw a tanned girl in a maid outfit, looking anxious. He turned around and said, "Bird, it seems they are looking for you."

"Who?" Bird turned his head and looked towards the door.

"Bird," Mary yelled at him, "Stop drinking and come help! There's a problem with the lady!"

"What could be the problem, miss?"

Bird said nonchalantly, "This isn't a novel. How can there be so many brainless nobles who mock others for no reason... Oh, there are indeed a lot of brainless ones, but at least no idiot would say nonsense to a pretty girl. On the contrary, I'm a little worried that she'll be flattered by those LSPs and lose herself in it."

“There really is a problem!”

Mary said anxiously, "The young lady is drunk and is having a drinking contest with someone."

Bird: “Huh?”

Chapter 10 Drinking is always inevitable

Avril Nader, 14 years old.

I am under the legal drinking age and have never had a drink.

However, during her first time attending the ball today, amidst the beautiful words of Miss Avril and the cheers of the people around her, the 1-meter-tall lord bravely raised a glass of wine and drank the amber wine in one gulp.

And then... I got drunk.

"You didn't stop her?" Bird was speechless.

"I didn't expect that Miss couldn't drink so much." Mary was a little embarrassed. "I thought it was just a glass of wine. Sooner or later, I have to learn to drink a little when I go to a dance..."

If she had known that her lord would get drunk after just one drink, she would have stopped him even if it meant her death.

Bird didn't know what to say, so he just said, "Okay, now I know."

The two hurried to the ballroom. Avril, wearing a black dress, was standing beside the long table. Her face was flushed from being drunk, but she was still holding a wine glass and bragging to the three noble men in front of her.

"I, I, I, I..." Avril said with a thick tongue, a little unclearly, "I want to become Prime Minister in the future and revitalize the Nader family!"

"Cheers to our Miss Prime Minister!"

"Haha, cheers to Miss Prime Minister!"

The three young nobles in front of him raised their glasses and spoke compliments, but their eyes were fixed on the 1-meter-tall lord without blinking, and they kept urging him to drink with ill intentions.

Bird forgot his name, so let's just call him Trash No. 1, 2, and 3.

"Sorry sorry."

Bird saw this and immediately passed through the three small fry and came to Avril's side: "Move aside for a moment."

"Bird, you, you're here." Avril burped and looked at him with drunken eyes. "These people, these people also think I can become Prime Minister. That's pretty good."

What a big head! These people would agree even if you said you wanted to be Tiga, not to mention that you wanted to be Prime Minister!

"My Lord, you've had too much to drink."

Bird tried to sober up the 1-foot-5 cat.

"I'm not drunk. I, I can still drink..." Avril was stubborn and didn't care that she was about to become a beer duck.

"Sorry, my lady has drunk too much and can't accompany you three today."

Bird was helpless and turned to the three people.

The three of them looked at each other, but didn't take Bird seriously.

"Ms. Avril looks very energetic, how could she be drunk?" said Trash No. 1.

"Yes, Miss Avril is so happy chatting with us, why do you have to take her away?" said Trash No. 2.

"I'm just a mere steward. Do you think I can make decisions for the lord?" The last scoundrel No. 3 sneered.