My Prime Minister is so cute

As far as she knew, even Sophia hadn't enjoyed this kind of massage, so why was he giving it to her specifically? He must have been planning something bad for a long time, just looking for this opportunity to molest her. The previous normal massage was just a cover-up! Today was the day he planned to do something bad to her!

The magician lady's heart suddenly alarmed, and she opened her eyes wide and asked: "You, you pervert, what are you doing? Why did you let me lie on the bed???"

"Excuse me, young lady. This is a massage. Lying in bed is normal, right?" Bird shrugged. "This is an inspiration massage. The goal is to relax your whole body and mind, entering a dream-like state, and thus stimulate writing inspiration."

"But when you sit, your core muscles must be tense to support your body. So how can you completely relax? Isn't the only way to do it lying down?"

"Anyway, this is a regular traditional massage parlor, so there's no problem."

"An old-fashioned massage parlor?"

"Oh, it's just a name I picked up casually, don't mind it."

After listening to Bird's explanation.

Sarah frowned and thought hard for a while. She felt that there didn't seem to be any big problems and the explanation made sense.

In addition, the possibility of improving writing skills was indeed very tempting. After hesitating for a while, the magician finally stood up from the chair, walked to the bed, bent down and took off a pair of small cotton shoes on her feet, revealing a pair of slender feet wrapped in long cotton socks, and climbed onto the bed where she usually rested.

"Don't leave your coat behind," Bird reminded.

There was a heating magic circle in the house, so it wouldn't be too cold even without a coat, so Sarah took off her coat and was left with only the thin shirt inside.

"Okay?"

Sarah finished getting ready and lay down on the bed.

"Okay." Bird nodded with satisfaction.

"Don't touch strange places during the massage, or I'll scream!" She turned back and gave Bird, who was standing beside the bed, a threatening and warning look. "I'm not kidding you. Not only will I scream, I'll also set fireballs on you!"

"Don't worry, it's a regular massage."

Bird showed an innocent smile, then looked at the magician lady lying in front of him, his mind moved slightly, and he activated the sonic explosion magic rewarded by the system.

Sonic magic can create ultrasonic waves that are imperceptible to the human ear, making people feel dizzy and nauseous, and thus lose their combat effectiveness. However, Bird certainly did not use sonic magic this time to control Sarah and do something strange.

The target of his spell this time was his own two palms.

Chapter 92 High Frequency Oscillation Massage

Even though it was some bullshit old-fashioned massage, he did come up with something new.

The principle of sonic boom magic is to generate ultrasonic waves by vibrating the air.

But according to Bird's research in recent times, if the output power of this sonic boom magic is reduced and then released at one's own body instead of the air, it can be put into a high-frequency vibration state... although at present this vibration is useless.

But it seems to be just right for massage.

Accompanied by the release of sonic boom magic.

Bird's hands seemed unchanged, but if you looked closely, you could see slight afterimages around his palms, vibrating in a small range at a frequency that was completely impossible for humans to achieve.

It worked!

Looking at his vibrating palm, Bird showed the joy of a successful invention.

The next step is to practice the effect.

Sarah was lying on the bed with her chin resting on her folded arms, her body tense.

"Relax a little," Bird said, displaying the professionalism of an ancient massage. "Imagine that you are now on an endless prairie, surrounded by soft green grass and a gentle breeze..."

Even so, Sarah still looked tense.

After all, I'm letting a man press all over my body. It would be a lie to say I'm not nervous.

If Bird had made this request to her when they first met, Sarah would have thrown a bathtub-level fireball in his face without even questioning it.

Thinking of this, Sarah couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

When exactly was it... Not only was I alone in my room with this pervert, but I was also lying on the bed defenselessly, wearing only a thin shirt and socks, and allowing him to press on me...

Obviously, I already know that he is a pervert who is always thinking about molesting girls...

When Sarah was distracted, her body unconsciously softened and was no longer so tense.

Bird saw the opportunity, stretched out his hand, which was constantly vibrating and leaving a tiny afterimage in the air, and pressed it on Sarah's back muscles.

Sarah: “…….?!!!”

This, this is the feeling of being massaged by Bird when I was sick last time... But why didn't I accidentally drink the strange medicine this time!

"Sure enough, the muscles here are very stiff." Bird pressed gently and said, "Don't sit at your desk all day. Go out for a walk occasionally, breathe some fresh air, and try to move all the muscles in your body to relax."

"Um......"

Sarah bit her lip hard.

No, this kind of massage is too weird, it must be stopped immediately! I must yell at this pervert immediately, this cannot go on any longer!

At this moment, Bird, who had pressed on the back a few times, changed his position and pressed his vibrating palm on the slender waist.

Although she was usually covered in a loose magic robe for work, Sarah had a slender waist that could be held in one hand, and if you pressed on it, you would worry that it might be broken.

"Your waist is so thin. You should eat more to be healthier." Bird commented again.

"Hmm~"

Sarah couldn't help but snort, and the words she was about to say to stop him were stuck in her throat. At the same time, another idea slowly emerged in her mind.

Yes, it's just a massage, just a massage, and I didn't press any weird places, which is normal. And the purpose is to improve writing skills. If writing skills improve, the book will be more popular, and it will be better for promoting the Pan-Magic Party...

Once such an idea is generated, it will continue to grow.

Sarah successfully convinced herself, and the idea of ​​scolding loudly disappeared without a trace, and she just let out a comfortable hum.

"Don't forget to imagine yourself surrounded by the most relaxing environment possible," Bird continued. "Not only your body, but your mind as well should be relaxed to achieve better results and inspire your inner inspiration."

"Ok!"

Sarah couldn't help but use force with her two little hands, tightly grasping whatever she could hold, forming countless tiny wrinkles on the surface of the soft pillow.

As for Bird, while he was performing the so-called ancient massage with his high-frequency vibrating palms, he secretly opened the system panel and invested 500 experience points that he had accumulated for half a month into Sarah's writing skills, leaving only 100 points in reserve.

Sarah Adela

[Skills: Magic Circle Knowledge (Intermediate), Literature (Intermediate), Writing (Intermediate+)...]

[Remaining Experience: 100]

The effect of the infusion of 500 experience points is remarkable. There is an additional "+" sign behind the intermediate writing skill. It seems that it is not far from upgrading to a high level. It is estimated that after two or three more ancient massages, it can be upgraded. At the very least, I can be called an excellent writer.

"How about it?"

Bird lowered his head in satisfaction and asked, "After my ancient massage, do you feel a burst of inspiration in your brain? Ideas are constantly emerging."

"Um......."

Sarah's eyes gradually became blurry.

It seems that ideas are indeed pouring out continuously...

"Have you felt your writing skills improve?" Bird continued, proudly asking, "Do you feel like the bottleneck that used to bother you has been broken through? That feeling of sluggishness when picking up the pen has disappeared without a trace, and writing has become incredibly fluent and smooth?"

"......"

Sarah was silent for a long time this time. After her muscles tensed up, she responded in a somewhat lazy tone: "Hmm..."

Very smooth, very smooth...

......

The massage lasted for more than 40 minutes. Sarah was lying there sweating profusely, her breathing was slightly disordered, her shirt was soaked, and she felt her whole body was extremely soft, similar to the last time she had a severe fever.

Bird was okay, not particularly tired. After all, the sonic boom magic palm had its own high-frequency vibration, so he didn't need to use much strength.

The main reason for stopping was that Sarah didn't respond when Bird called her from behind. He was so scared that he thought there was something wrong with the sonic boom magic, so he quickly stopped the massage and shook the magician vigorously. After finally waking her up, he realized that the massage seemed to be too relaxing and she had fallen asleep without realizing it...

Uh, that should be it, right?

Bird glanced at Sarah, who looked dizzy on the bed, and looked at his palm uncertainly.

Even if it has high-frequency vibration, it's just a back massage at best. Maybe he fell asleep because it was too comfortable, right?

Chapter 93 Rejection

After a lot of experience, "Time Travel" was finally completed.

Bird read it carefully from the beginning. The points were not given in vain. The writing style and professionalism were much better than what he had written.

All that’s left is to submit your article.

Unlike the first time when he fooled Sarah, this time Bird really intended to expand the reputation of Pan-Magicism and let the Pan-Magic Party benefit from it. When the right opportunity comes in the future, he can transfer this part of the fame to the district chief.

So Bird gave up on the local tabloids and turned his attention to national magazines.

In Bird's previous life, the earliest science fiction and popular science magazine originated from Russia's "Monthly Interest" in 1755, and general magazines were even earlier.

Due to the unreasonable existence of magic, the development of technology in this world is not universal enough, but the level is far beyond the current era. Magic printing machines were installed early on, and magazines also came into being.

After careful study for a period of time, Bird submitted "Time Travel" to the largest magazine in the capital.

Submitting the same manuscript to multiple publications is a taboo in any era. Besides, Bird believed that the level of "Time Travel" was enough to get it approved in one go.

......

Capital, Magic World Magazine, Editorial Department.

Bridges sat at his desk with a tired look on his face, in front of him were piles of manuscripts from all over the country.

Unlike the initial imagination of reading novels every day at work, as an editor, my daily job is to read through the endless sea of ​​textual garbage and try to find a few readable ones, which is a top-level mental torture.

Especially since Magic World is one of the most famous magazines in the country, the number of submissions every day is huge, and the boss is so stingy that he is unwilling to hire more editors.

So after getting over the initial anticipation of joining the company, Bridges quickly degenerated into a bitter and resentful office worker, drowning in textual garbage with bloodshot eyes every day.

The same is true today.

"It's almost time to get off work." After a busy day, Bridges glanced at the wall clock and sighed, "There's still a lot I haven't read... Oh, forget it, I'll just take a few glances for the sake of appearance."

So next is the light speed browsing mode.

Basically, I just glance at the title, then look at the first 500 words, and if I don’t think it’s good, I just throw it aside.

But even so, the mountain of manuscripts that had piled up during the morning slacking off made Bridges sweat profusely. In the end, he just glanced at the titles, threw aside the ones he thought were not good, and only took a quick look at the ones he thought were interesting.

"Time Travel?"

Bridges then saw Bird's submission: "What the hell is this? It's a collaboration between two people. I guess it was just two newbies writing this."

So, he wrote a standard reply without hesitation: "Sorry, your manuscript does not meet the submission requirements of our agency. Please keep up the good work." and threw it aside.

"knock off!"

After finally finishing all the work for the day, Bridget got up and left work with satisfaction.

Today is also the day of the wage thief.

......

Forks area.

After a busy day, Bird got off work at the government office and just sat down on the sofa in the living room when Sarah came to inform him of the bad news.

"The manuscript was not accepted."

Sarah said.

The magician lady who usually stared at Bird with sharp eyes and looked for trouble, but today her face was full of sadness and self-doubt.

After spending so much time and effort writing, she received a reply that it was not accepted. She began to doubt her own ability.

"Ah, it wasn't accepted?" Bird said in confusion. "How could it not be accepted? Magic World is the most professional magazine in this field. How could the editor not see the value of this novel? Are you kidding me?"

“It just didn’t make the cut.”

Sarah handed the reply letter directly to Bird.

[Sorry, your manuscript does not meet our submission requirements. Please try again.]

This is a very standard cliché reply. This kind of reply is basically used in those worthless manuscripts, which means that there are too many problems in it and the editor is too lazy to even comment on it.

Through this reply, Bird immediately saw the problem.

Given the level of "Time Travel", even if the editor feels that it is too advanced to understand, as long as he has glanced at the content, he would not give such a clichéd response directly, but would at least give some basic evaluation.

Giving such a clichéd reply only means that the reviewing editor did not even glance at the manuscript and rejected it directly.