Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Lucien did not hesitate for long before giving the little girl a silver dragon coin.

The little girl was stunned, then clutched the silver coin tightly and scrambled back into the crowd. The muscular boy at the head of the group glanced at Lucien and Ina, then turned and left.

He turned around, and the others scattered, then gathered behind him and left.

“What are you doing, Lucien? Borrowing money? Why would these poor bastards pay us back? One silver coin is enough to buy ten cakes,” Ina said.

Ina's understanding of one silver dragon was that it was equivalent to ten cakes, but she didn't know that one silver dragon was equal to twenty-four bronze muskets, and one bronze musket could buy two large baguettes—the kind for human consumption. For the lower classes, it could buy four baguettes, and for the poorest of the poor, it could buy six.

This one silver coin is enough to keep these seven or eight children alive for more than half a month.

“It’s not like we’re broke.” Lucien didn’t care about that at all. After taking a couple of steps, he suddenly slapped his forehead. “Oh no, I should have asked them where this place is.”

"Tch, it's all your fault for being stupid," Ina complained.

The brother and sister walked out of the area, grumbling and cursing, only to be surrounded again.

This time, they weren't surrounded by children, but by a group of older kids holding sticks with scrap metal stuck in them, who surrounded the two of them with menacing expressions.

"Give me all the money, plus the sweater and shoes!" a teenager yelled menacingly at the two men.

Ina and Lucien both instinctively flinched; they had never been yelled at before in their lives.

But then Ina got angry. What kind of bastard was yelling at her?

"Get out of here!" Ina shouted.

Lucien was somewhat frightened and instinctively raised his gun, shouting, "Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot you dead."

The leading boy sneered and walked over. As the boy got closer, Lucien's mind went blank and his hands trembled. He didn't dare to fire. The boy snatched the gun and tossed it aside. He didn't believe it was a real gun at all.

Then, he walked up to Ina, grabbed her hair, and prepared to use it to blackmail the little boy into handing over the money. After getting the money, he would sell the pretty little girl.

Unexpectedly, the enraged Ina was immediately triggered by her long-term sparring instincts, and her hands transformed into sharp longswords, unleashing a cross slash.

The boy's chest and abdomen were like an egg pudding encountering a sharp butter knife when faced with Ina's slash.

Blood splattered all over Ina instantly, and then the boy fell backward, his intestines spilling out of the gash in his stomach. Blood gushed out continuously, and in the blink of an eye, a pool of blood had formed.

Witnessing such a bloody scene, a group of teenagers nearby were terrified and scattered in all directions.

Ina herself was so frightened that she fell to the ground. She never expected this to happen. She usually didn't run into anyone from the Ministry of the Interior, and even if she did, at most she would be left with a red mark.

How could this happen? How could this happen?

Lucien was also terrified. Had he really killed someone?

Just then, another group of people walked over. They were also teenagers, wearing the same woolen coats, leather shoes, and hats.

Lucien instantly picked up his gun and aimed it at the group of people.

The leader, a somewhat handsome young man, raised his hands and said, "Don't do that, we mean no harm."

After a brief standoff, the boy pulled out a handkerchief and tossed it to Lucien. Lucien paused for a moment before realizing what was happening and used it to wipe Ina's blood-stained face.

"Although I don't know who you are, I would like to invite you to join us," the boy then extended a sincere invitation.

Ina was still in shock, and Lucien was completely bewildered by this series of unexpected events. What was going on?

Chapter 457 "Beast," Trouble is brewing; plans can't keep up with changes.

Lucien and Ina felt a bit dazed, as if a piece of their memory had been ripped out. What was going on? It seemed they had committed murder and then, in a daze, had followed five strange teenagers to this semi-abandoned house that reeked of a strange smell.

It smelled musty, a smell that Lucien and Ina had never encountered before, a smell that wouldn't be found in the palace.

“My name is Garibaldi, you can just call me Noodles,” the leader of the five boys introduced himself.

"I'm Axe," the youngest-looking boy among the five, whose voice was still a bit childish, eagerly introduced himself.

The remaining three were about to introduce themselves when "Noodles" raised his hand to stop them, adding, "You're nobles, aren't you?"

Lucien did not answer. In the areas he understood, or thought he understood, he could talk endlessly, but when communicating with people, he would fall silent. Sometimes he didn't even know how to talk to his parents, let alone strangers.

"How do you know? Because I can use magic?" Ina asked.

“Yes, but not entirely. How should I put it, you’re all very strange.” Garidibo stammered for a moment, then suddenly realized something and said.

However, Ina looked at the noodles with a strange expression. What was strange about her?

Noodles thought for a moment and explained, "Uh, you guys are like the wild beasts in the manor that eat cooked food, and you accidentally killed a chicken."

“I don’t have any wild animals at home, only flowers, lots of flowers,” Ina said.

The noodles were completely out of order, so he chuckled awkwardly twice, then looked at his four brothers and said, "See? This is what I told you, they're not afraid at all."

At this moment, the slender, curly-haired boy said, "Noodles means that you're nervous because you killed someone, but not because you're worried about the serious consequences."

Noodle Head nodded to indicate that this was what he wanted to say, and then added, "But you're in big trouble."

"Huh?" Ina asked, puzzled.

“The guy you just killed was the son of the Red Bucket Gang leader,” Noodles said.

"What is the Red Bucket Gang?" Ina was even more confused.

“Gangs,” Noodles replied.

“Nonsense, there are no gangs in the capital,” Ina immediately retorted.

“You can say it’s not a gang, but it is a gang.” Noodles was almost laughing in anger, but for his own purpose, for this opportunity given to him by God, he had to continue to coax this young lady. “My princess, do you know that the royal city needs piped water supply in every place, so it has to buy water, and the gangs that sell water are called water gangs, and the Red Bucket Gang is one of them.”

“I am not a princess,” Ina argued.

“I know you’re not.” Noodles was speechless. He had only used “Princess” to describe her naivety. Was it really necessary to take it so seriously? Noodles, interrupted, continued, “And above the Red Bucket Gang, there are big shots.”

"How big?" Ina asked.

“I don’t know either, but he’s a big shot,” Noodles said. How would a nobody like him know? “Anyway, now that you’ve killed his son, the Red Bucket Gang will definitely not let you off the hook. There’s only one way to solve this problem.”

Ina's eyes darted around, and she asked, "Deal with the person who caused the problem?"

Noodles was taken aback, he really didn't expect that the girl in front of him, who looked to be at most eight or nine years old, would have such a reaction. He didn't know that Ina was actually not even six years old.

“Ha, my aunt always says that,” Ina said proudly. Besides her father, her aunt was the person she admired most.

"That's a really impressive woman," Noodles casually remarked.

"Of course, my aunt is amazing, much more amazing than my mom. Sigh, why didn't my dad marry my aunt? I wish I were her daughter." Ina couldn't help but sigh.

Noodles suddenly felt a little dizzy. What was all this nonsense? Just then, a slender boy next to Noodles coughed, and Noodles instantly came back to his senses. "Let's not talk about your aunt for now. Anyway, the Red Bucket Gang's manhunt has begun. What we need to do now is to take down the Red Bucket Gang leader."

Noodles' goal was to take down the Red Bucket Gang leader, but his original plan was to create an opportunity by kidnapping the Red Bucket Gang leader's son, who had already been killed by Ina. Unexpectedly, Ina's appearance caused a change in the situation, and he was stunned at the time, but he quickly came up with a new plan, a bigger plan.

"Oh, let's go then." Ina found it very interesting, more interesting than ever before.

Lucien tugged at Ina, but she didn't react. Unable to remain silent any longer, Lucien said, "Sorry, we need to go home."

"Your home is quite far from here, isn't it?" Noodles asked.

Lucien remained silent, tacitly agreeing. He didn't know exactly how far it was, but it must have been quite far.

“In that case, you probably can’t go back. I told you, he’s already mobilized people to hunt you down. Although your sister is probably very powerful, is her magic enough? Besides, they have those guns. You’re all doomed,” Noodles said.

“That’s right, I’m the older sister.” Ina thought this kid was alright, knowing that she was the older sister.

Lucien dismissed it, "Can't we just call the police?"

“The police don’t care about poor people,” Noodles said with certainty. “Besides, there aren’t many police around here.”

In the residences of wealthy merchants and nobles, the police would practically stand guard at the gates like their personal bodyguards, while in the homes of the poor, the police would not even bother to come.

“Wait for us a moment,” Lucien said, then pulled Ina aside.

In the distance, Lucien looked at Ina and said, "This guy is no good; he wants to use us."

Ina looked bewildered. "I know, but let me correct you, it's about using me. You're the kind of guy who can't even hold a gun properly, so forget it."

Lucien stomped his feet in anger, “When I grow up, I will definitely marry you off to an old, ugly cripple.”

"Who will be king is still uncertain," Ina said dismissively.

“I’m scared of you. Anyway, we should go home now,” Lucien said.

“We can’t go back. We killed his son, and he’s looking for us all over the world.” Ina explained impatiently, “We don’t know the way around here at all, and the other side has a lot of influence here. Unless we’re willing to spend a lot of money to hire a guide, there’s absolutely no way we can avoid them and leave this area.”

“Right, money, we have money,” Lucien called out.

"Money? The consequence of spending money is that we'll have to repeat what just happened," Ina said. She had now realized that the gold and silver coins were just a prank her bad father had set on them.

Those two poorly dressed children will definitely run into trouble if they use gold coins here; silver coins will be a problem.

Lucien fell silent. Ina grinned. "Listen to me. We'll use these thugs to get out of here and find a way to the East District. I know that area well. Once we get there, it'll be like coming home. Then we can go back to the palace."

Lucien nodded. Ina was indeed very familiar with the East District, but was she really willing to go back like this?

"Promise me..." Before Lucien could finish speaking, Ina had already run back into the house.

With a sigh, Lucien felt that his life was utterly bleak.

Chapter 458 You're not worthy! A contest, the weakest magic.

Before explaining the plan, Noodles decided to give Ina and Lucien a brief overview. He didn't expect them to fully understand, but he wanted them to know that the Red Bucket Gang was no pushover and that even if their parents were wealthy and considered nobles, they might not be someone to mess with.

The Southeast region is home to three gangs: the Water Gang, the Red Bucket Gang, the Claw Gang, and the Fire Gang.

The leader of the Red Bucket Gang rose to prominence by marrying the daughter of a merchant who sold wooden buckets and basins. The gang was named the Red Bucket Gang because the wooden buckets they used were sold by his father-in-law and had red trademarks.

The Claw Gang has a long history, dating back over a hundred years. Before the reconstruction of the royal capital's plumbing system, it was once very powerful. It was called the Claw Gang because three scratches were deliberately left on the wood, resembling claw marks. After the plumbing system was rebuilt, it declined and could only operate in the southeastern district.

Finally, there's the Fire Gang, whose leader is a subordinate of the head of a large gang that collects manure.

The manure collectors are no ordinary people; they're connected to gunpowder companies and fertilizer plants, and there are really big shots behind those companies and plants.

Recently, the three gangs have begun a fierce power struggle.

"Why fight?" Ina asked.

"Because there's an amazing person who wants to establish a water company so that everyone in the capital can have running water," Noodles said.

"Who is this remarkable person?" Ina asked again.

Noodles smiled. "Ronan Artes, the man I admire most, he is the goal I will pursue my whole life."

Ina held back her laughter, then joked, "You want to marry a princess too?"

“You’re too young, you don’t understand at all. If it weren’t for him, this country would be finished. Do you know how bad this country was more than ten years ago?” Noodles suddenly got excited. “What princess? I have no interest in her at all. I just want to be like him. Sigh, you wouldn’t understand anyway.”

"Aren't you just a small-time hoodlum? And how old were you more than ten years ago? I don't know, but do you? And you were like him? You don't really think he was a poor wretch like you, do you?" Ina questioned incessantly. She was happy that someone admired her father, but she was also very unhappy that the other person was a small-time hoodlum.

And you even dare to say you're not interested in princesses? Do you even have the right to say you're not interested in princesses?

Cough cough cough, the slender, curly-haired boy coughed again.

Noodles realized he'd gone off-topic again. "Anyway, because of the water company, all three gangs want to take this opportunity to launder their money and get out of trouble. You know what I mean by laundering your money and getting out of trouble?"

Although Noodles didn't mean to look down on Ina in any way, Ina felt that he did, and her princess-like temper flared up immediately. "What do you mean? Do you even know what I mean?"

"Sorry," Noodles apologized, though of course it wasn't sincere.

Sure enough, nobles are all equally detestable.

Noodles was an illegitimate child. As a child, he was treated like a servant and followed by everyone. Later, his father's wife found out about his identity, and he was kicked out without even being a servant.

Noodles didn't bother with explaining the situation to Ina anymore, and went straight to his plan, "...This is the plan."

The plan wasn't complicated. He was currently working for the Claw Gang, and he would go to them in person to report that he had caught the murderer. He would then persuade the Claw Gang's leader to take this opportunity to have a proper talk with the Red Bucket Gang's leader in a place where neither side could set a trap beforehand.

At the same time, inform the Red Bucket Gang that their leader's son has died and he will definitely come in person.

Then, we'll take down the leaders of the Red Bucket Gang and the Claw Gang.

“You’ll take care of the Claw Gang leader, and we’ll deal with the Red Bucket Gang leader,” Noodles said. “The Claw Gang leader is a Tier 1 upright, and so is the Red Bucket Gang leader.”

"So, you're a magician too?" Ina asked.

“Of course,” Noodles replied, then demonstrated his magic.

He is a transformation user; his magic can transform or conjure noodles, and he can manipulate the transformation of noodles.

However, these noodles were no different from real noodles; they broke with the slightest force. They couldn't even lift heavy objects, let alone kill anyone. And the leader of the opposing group was a first-tier official, so he must have had underlings. The underlings were likely novice mages, and some even carried guns.

"Uh, are there any mages weaker than you?" Ina asked.

Isn't this just delivering it?

Ina was confident, confident that she was better than most first-tier mages, but she was not stupid. Having grown up in the Ministry of the Interior's Security Bureau, she had a thorough understanding of combat. She did not believe that she could take down two first-tier mages with a bunch of burdens, plus three or five novice mages wielding magic revolvers.

“Then let’s have a competition,” Noodles said.