My Prime Minister is so cute

Although he has given three speeches so far, the lord is still quite nervous, worried that his performance will not be good enough.

"Excellent performance, my lord."

Bird was generous with his praise: "It was a perfect performance. The workers were very excited by your speech. Everyone was shouting your name..."

"Really?" Avril glanced at the crowd doubtfully. "I doubt they were cheering just for the eggs, not my speech."

"Why not?"

Bird adjusted his collar. "Every politician would like to be as popular as an egg if they could."

Chapter 42: Then it’s okay to have only one child, right?

Bird wasn't always busy all day.

In the afternoon, he played ball with Avril on the grass in his own territory.

I'm playing golf.

Although golf is now often associated with the "advanced wave" label, the earliest golf was a real sport for the common people.

This sport was first invented by herders. On vast expanses of natural grassland, the herders would hit rocks with sticks when they had nothing better to do, and gradually developed golf. At the time, the rules of golf were simple: dig a hole, then hit the ball into it with a stick, and that was it.

Bird played this basic version, with only one hole.

The lord has long and slender legs.

She was jumping around on the grass, hitting and picking up the ball, with her ponytail swaying behind her, looking very cute.

Although she doesn't like strenuous activities, Avril still likes golf, a leisurely sport that is not very confrontational and can be enjoyed slowly. What's more, the large open grasslands in the territory are quite convenient.

“I’m in!”

After checking the hole, Avril happily announced, "3 to 2, I win."

"What a pity. It was just a little bit short."

Bird said regretfully, but his face showed no expression.

When playing with the lord, of course you have to learn to give her some slack and let her win occasionally.

At the same time, he picked up the towel next to him, wiped the sweat off Avril's face, and handed her the water bottle.

"Take a break. You've sweated so much." Bird said.

"Hey hey hey."

Avril had a smug smile on her face after the victory. She took the kettle, gulped down two mouthfuls, let out a long sigh, sat down next to Bird, and leaned on him.

Because it was very convenient, Bird held her in his arms with one hand.

This is quite comfortable.

After a simple exercise, I felt the breeze and lay on the grass with my lord in my arms, staring blankly.

"Bird, I'm so happy." Avril seemed to feel the same way. The little girl squinted her eyes and said with a contented look, "It seems that it's not bad for us to stay in the territory like this."

"Ok?"

Bird raised his eyebrows: "Don't you want to be Prime Minister anymore?"

Avril tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded. "I'm thinking too... Bird Bird, is there any way to stay in the territory and still be Prime Minister?"

What a greedy little girl.

"No."

Bird scratched the lord's smooth, fair chin. "It's not that easy—but being Prime Minister and playing golf is possible."

"That seems to be okay."

The lord was quite easy to talk to: "We'll play together when the time comes."

"Yeah." Bird agreed casually.

at this time.

"Mr. Bird, what you want."

The person sent out in the morning came back with a large envelope in his hand.

When he saw his lord and the butler hugging each other, he looked at them for a little longer, but he didn't look too surprised. He just thought the scene was very heartwarming.

"Thank you for your hard work, go back and rest."

Bird took the envelope.

"Birdbird, what's inside?" Avril leaned over curiously. "Why is someone sending you a big envelope again?"

"again?"

Bird smiled.

"......I mean," Avril realized that she had let something slip and shrank her neck, "So what's in there?"

"nothing."

Bird said nonchalantly: "I lost something, so I asked a friend to send me a copy."

"That's it."

Avril lost interest after hearing this and continued to stare at the grass with her eyes wide open.

As Bird spoke, he opened the envelope and took out a roll of newspaper.

It was obvious that the Lord was hiding something this morning. Judging from the note that read, "Dear Bird, I got an interesting tabloid in advance that might interest you—Macken Henry," it was probably Macken who sent the tabloid, which contained a report about Avril Lavigne's gaffe in the interview.

So he asked someone to go to the town and ask McCann to deal with it and send another sample over. Now he has it.

Let me see what interesting things the Lord said...

While Bird was thinking about this, he looked at the front page headlines.

[Shocked, the new lord publicly confesses his love to the steward and threatens to have 12 children! ]

Bird: “?”

It seems like I'm hallucinating.

Looking down at the dazed lord in his arms, Bird carefully confirmed it again and found that he was not mistaken, but that this was really published in the newspaper.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

He couldn't help but tut.

"What's wrong?" Avril asked.

"My Lord," Bird said, suppressing his laughter, "I remember you promised me a reward, right? You won't break your promise, will you?"

"Yes, as long as it's within my ability, any request is acceptable." Avril raised her head. "Go ahead, as a lord, I won't go back on my word."

"Then take a look at this."

Bird silently handed her the newspaper.

"What is this?" Avril was still unaware until she saw the familiar headline: [Shocking! New Lord Confesses His Love to Butler in Public, Threatens to Have 12 Children!] She was immediately struck by lightning.

"You, you, you!" Her face flushed red. "Where are you from? Didn't I burn the newspaper?"

"I know, it must be Mary!" The Lord's face was filled with grief, as if he had been betrayed by his beloved. "Mary actually betrayed me! She told you, didn't she? Otherwise, you wouldn't have known!!!"

"That's not the point, my lord."

Bird smiled. "I remember you promised that you would never say anything you shouldn't to reporters, right?"

"Those are all fabrications made up by these reporters! They deliberately induced me to say that! I never meant to say that at all! Those damn reporters induced me to say that!" Avril waved her hands and argued emotionally.

"Okay, let's change the angle," Bird said. "This is the reward I want. Look."

"No no no."

Avril was shocked and said, "This is obviously not possible, right? Bird, are you kidding me?"

"Are you going to break your promise?" Bird asked. "You said you'd do your best to satisfy me as long as it's within your ability, right?"

"Me me me."

The Lord was already in a state of confusion, just like when he was being interviewed by reporters. He held his head and wailed, "No, 12 people will really die! This is clearly beyond my ability, it doesn't count!"

"So, less than 12 is enough?" Bird continued. "How about one?"

"Yes, yes, of course not!"

The Lord said, "I never said that! Bird, why are you just like those reporters?!"

Bird persisted: "But one is within our capabilities, right?"

"Uuuuuu——"

Finally, under Bird's repeated teasing, Avril couldn't bear it anymore. She pushed Bird away and ran towards the villa in tears.

"Mary! Mary, where are you? Bird is bullying me!"

Chapter 43 Sarah's Bet

Today is a day with swollen face.

The swollen face here is not caused by the Chinese translation group, but Bird's face is really swollen.

The last time he teased the lord too much, he was severely beaten up by Mary, the head maid she called over. Bird suspected that Mary had been holding a grudge against him for a long time and took this opportunity to take action.

So in order to reduce the swelling on his face as quickly as possible and regain his handsome face, Bird found the pornographic book magician.

"A medicine to reduce swelling?"

Sarah glanced at Bird's swollen cheeks and thought for a moment: "Yes, wait a moment here."

This is the basement of the villa, currently used by the magician lady as her own potion workshop. She often tinkers with potions in it, and the air is filled with the scent of herbs.

After Bird's long observation, the so-called magic potion seemed to be some natural ingredients in plants, which changed under the action of magic to produce substances with medicinal value to the human body. Although it still sounded quite metaphysical, it was at least much more reliable than the old Western medicine of enema and bloodletting.

"Three mint leaves, one horsetail grass, one piece of poplar bark..."

Muttering to herself, Sarah quickly finished preparing the anti-swelling ointment, a lump of green.

It doesn’t look very good, but it does give a cooling feeling when applied on the face, so it should be effective...right?

"That's right, pervert."

Just as Bird was about to leave, Sarah called out to him, "Should we be able to get started with the Pan-Magic Organization's work now?"

Has the way you address me become completely perverted... Bird raised his eyebrows slightly in dissatisfaction: "Of course, the leader of our Pan-Magic Organization, as long as you are happy."

【Evaluation: General】

[Reward: "Escape from Earth"]

"You, you, you, how did you know?"

Sarah was caught off guard and opened her eyes wide in shock: "Are you following me? Have you developed this far as a pervert???"

"I'm too lazy to follow you, but I do have some information channels in the county." Bird certainly couldn't say that the position update on the system interface was a problem. He explained casually, "If my friend hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that I had quietly joined a party..."

"So, so what?" Sarah yelled. "It's because you guys didn't do anything! I registered the party all by myself! I even paid the registration fee!"

"Ok."

Bird shrugged. "Whatever the reason, if you're really free..."

"What did you say?" Sarah frowned.

"Ahem, I mean, if you have some free time available for other activities, why not try promoting it through writing? According to Miss Sophia, you seem to be contributing articles to newspapers, right?"

"Using writing for publicity?"

Sarah lowered her head and thought for a moment. "That seems to make sense... Then I'll try to publish the party platform I've written in the newspaper."

"No, no, no, don't write a party platform. That's the most boring thing," Bird immediately denied. "The most boring book in the world is political. No reader would be interested in that kind of thing."

"What's the second most boring book?"

Sarah demanded.

"A book satirizing politics," Bird replied. "In short, if you really want to promote a pan-magical organization through writing, you should use a method that's more accessible to the general public, more accessible, and more likely to spark interest in reading, rather than writing some unread party platform—that's something anyone could write in a day."