Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Bishop Damian hardly dared to think any further.

At this time, Eleanor, who had long wanted to prove her worth to Russell, simply untied the shadow covering her head and revealed the two animal ears on her head.

The royal princess!

Bishop Damian didn't even bother to think about what this meant. Instead, his eyes became firm and he was ready to be martyred.

Bishop Damian rolled up his sleeves naturally, revealing the stigmata on the back of his hand. A smile returned to his face. "Faith is an integral part of our lives; it gives us strength, direction, and meaning. Let us share here the resolve and tranquility that faith brings us. May the Lord bless us, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen."

As he prayed, the back of his hand glowed brightly.

Bishop Damian did not dare to hold back at all, and he completely activated the stigmata.

A huge lightsaber composed of a beam of sacred light hung above Russell's head. It slowly came down, full of oppression.

Eleanor was furious. She put on her princess airs and shouted, "How rebellious! I am Princess Eleanor! I ask you, Bishop Damian! Is the church going to take action against the royal family?"

Ah, what else?

Bishop Damian didn't even know how to answer Princess Eleanor's innocent question.

But before Bishop Damian could say anything, a violent explosion suddenly occurred on the wall not far from Margaret, causing the wall to collapse and raising a cloud of dust.

"Eleanor! Over here!" A male voice came from the big hole in the wall.

"Brother Conrad!" Eleanor was delighted and she stood up and shouted.

Her Royal Highness the Princess was about to run away, but she suddenly remembered her identity as a slave girl, so she stopped and looked at her master Russell.

"Don't be stunned, run!" Conrad shouted anxiously. He created a moment of chaos, but the well-trained knights reacted quickly.

"Let's go. It's hard to refuse such a kind invitation." Russell nodded and stood up.

If Russell was alone, he would be willing to stay and test the bishop's strength.

The lightsaber filled with holy light could make Russell feel threatened, but the threat was not great. Russell wanted to take this opportunity to find out what kind of strength Usedom's current high-end combat power had.

But since we are still with Eleanor, a little slave girl who has no fighting ability except hiding in the shadows, it would be a good idea to take the opportunity to avoid the enemy's attack if someone opens a way for her.

So, Russell stood up, swung his sword, and cut the Holy Light Sword that was slowly slashing down in the air.

The two energies collided, causing an earth-shattering explosion. The knights who were about to surround them were affected by the shock wave and were knocked to the ground.

After a moment of dazzling light, all the burning candlesticks were extinguished by the strong wind brought by the shock wave, and the banquet hall fell into darkness, thus preventing the damage to the gold candlesticks, silver tableware and beautiful oil paintings from being exposed to people's eyes.

Bishop Damian, who was manipulating the stigma with gritted teeth, was seriously injured. He spat out a mouthful of blood mist, staggered back a few steps, sat down on the ground, and his face turned pale.

With Russell's help, the ladies took advantage of the impact and escaped from the surrounded banquet hall.

"Thank you so much for your hospitality!" Russell shouted. "This small gift is an expression of my sincerest gratitude and best wishes for this wonderful evening!"

Russell shouted in a pretentious manner, as if he were attending a farewell dinner for a respectable aristocrat.

At the same time, he shook his head in his heart. Hmm, isn't this bishop a bit weak? How could he be so vulnerable?

Is Usedom's high-end combat power so worrying?

While thinking this, Russell, who was the rear guard, passed through the big hole made by Conrad and quickly left the banquet hall which had become a mess with the flying smoke and dust.

197 Forest

"Hurry! Come this way, this way!" Crown Prince Conrad waved and called from a distance.

The crown prince took the lead. He frowned and looked carefully at both sides, but his feet did not slow down at all. He moved in a certain pattern and led Russell and his party into the woods outside the farm.

Before entering the woods, Russell heard Bishop Damian's angry command: "Chase! Chase it! Don't let that evil get away!"

The knights obeyed the bishop's order and filed out from the wall destroyed by Crown Prince Conrad, but Russell and the others had already run far away.

The knights stopped at the woods, looked at each other, and then turned to report to Bishop Damian.

The sound of pursuing footsteps had ceased, so Crown Prince Conrad chose to stop and take a break.

"Brother, how did you find me? And you are so familiar with the terrain of this Wenard Farm." Eleanor finally had time to chat with her brother.

Conrad smiled. "The Church isn't monolithic. A friend inside the Church told me a way to circumvent the Inquisition's defenses."

"There are indeed loyal people in the church!" Eleanor said, putting on a princess's airs. "You must reward that friend well!"

"Hahahaha, of course, of course." Conrad was in a good mood because he rescued his sister, who was also his imaginary future queen.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince laughed heartily and asked Eleanor, "Why, are these all your friends? Can you introduce them to me?"

Crown Prince Conrad saw Russell smashing Bishop Damian's lightsaber. This was the first time he saw someone so easily fight against a bishop who had activated the stigmata.

As for the suspicion that this group of people were Eleanor's kidnappers, after seeing Eleanor's very friendly attitude towards them, Crown Prince Conrad dispelled his doubts.

In the eyes of Crown Prince Conrad, these friends of Eleanor should have been the ones who had just happened to rescue his sister who had been kidnapped by the Inquisition.

In the eyes of the Crown Prince, since Russell and his group had a head-on conflict with the church, they were naturally targets that could be united and won over, so his tone was very friendly.

Eleanor glanced at Russell subconsciously, and Russell spoke at the right time: "Ah, yes, we are Eleanor's friends. You can call me Russell."

Conrad felt his suspicions confirmed, and he became even more enthusiastic. "So, it was Sir Russell who rescued Eleanor from the Inquisition?"

“It just happened, it just happened.”

Conrad shook Russell's hand enthusiastically. "Oh, thank you very much, Sir Russell. You don't know that my sister Eleanor has been spoiled since she was a child and can't stand any grievances——"

Conrad spoke with enthusiasm and was very satisfied.

In the eyes of the Crown Prince, since Eleanor seemed to be in a cheerful mood and everything was fine, she obviously had not suffered any loss and was obviously still his pure and innocent future princess.

After learning that Margaret was from the Walhausen family, Crown Prince Conrad was even more satisfied.

As soon as he saw Margaret's undisguised look at Russell, Crown Prince Conrad knew he should win over Russell.

When he thought about the strained relationship between his father and the Knights of the Nation, and that he might be able to use his acquaintance with Lady Margaret as an opportunity to ease the relationship between the royal family and the knight class, and to cut off the source of his ambitious second brother Walter who had always deliberately tried to win over the knight class, Crown Prince Conrad's smile became even more enthusiastic.

Therefore, His Royal Highness Crown Prince Conrad made full use of his talent in social circles and enthusiastically started chatting with Russell.

Conrad praised Russell's skills highly and praised the sword that Russell used to chop off Bishop Damian, but he only praised him and never dared to delve into where Russell's power came from.

Then he introduced the customs and people of Occitania and told Russell the secrets of the upper class court with witty words.

It has to be praised that a crown prince who has received an orthodox royal education really makes people feel refreshed when he starts socializing seriously.

In particular, Crown Prince Conrad shot down a few birds with his own hands, picked up a knife to remove the feathers and guts, and prepared dinner with Russell without any airs.

"Hahaha, funny, really funny!" Russell laughed at the joke of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. He sharpened a branch with a dagger, skewered the bird on the branch, and then put it on the bonfire.

Russell did not forget that their purpose of coming to Weinerd Farm was to find the captured "Emperor of the Night" and inquire about the sword that was a relic of Margaret's father.

When Russell was surrounded before, he had already seriously thought about how to achieve his goal. Now that he had fallen out with the church, should he just use force to break into the dungeon?

The appearance of Crown Prince Conrad made Russell see another way. Since the Crown Prince was so determined to make friends with him, he must not mind revealing some information to do him a favor.

Russell then spoke up, "Your Highness Conrad, I wonder how much the anonymous friend who showed you the way knows about Wynand Farm?"

Crown Prince Conrad rolled his eyes.

Well, Russell and his companions must have come to Wynand Farm to do something, but they happened to be surrounded after rescuing Eleanor. Now it seems that their goal has not been achieved.

If I try to be nice here, maybe it will further improve our relationship... No, I still have to be honest with others.

Crown Prince Conrad wanted to say that his friend knew everything, but after a moment's hesitation he decided to tell the truth.

"To be honest, I don't know the identity of that friend. He came to me with his face covered and didn't even say a word. He just showed me the token from my mother and wrote me a note telling me to follow him if I wanted to rescue Eleanor." Crown Prince Conrad said sincerely.

Conrad always thought that Eleanor was kidnapped by the Inquisition, so he had no suspicions.

But as soon as he said this, Russell narrowed his eyes.

Russell knew very well that Eleanor had never been kidnapped, and even the letter about Eleanor's kidnapping was written by Eleanor herself.

Who knew the purpose of Crown Prince Conrad's visit to Weinard Farm, was able to obtain Queen Adelaide's token, and was also familiar with the important strongholds of the Inquisition?

Would such a person not know that Eleanor had not actually been kidnapped by the Inquisition?

Humph, it seems that this forest may not be safe.

Russell stuffed the roasted titmouse in his hand to Rosaline, who was squatting by the fire and swallowing pitifully with hunger, and asked Crown Prince Conrad, "Did your friend lead you to this forest? How do we go next?"

Conrad nodded subconsciously. "Yes, it was he who told me that we could hide here from the pursuit of the Judgment Knights. I didn't expect that the knights' pursuit would stop as soon as we entered the forest—"

Halfway through his words, Conrad seemed to understand why Russell asked this, and his expression changed.

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198 Forbidden Forest

Crown Prince Conrad's expression turned grim, then he suddenly laughed at himself. "Oh, I was so anxious I lost my mind. The moment I saw the token from my mother, I let my guard down and even forgot the legend of the Forbidden Forest of the Inquisition."

"Forbidden Forest?" Russell asked curiously.

"Yes, the Forbidden Forest." Crown Prince Conrad's face was solemn. "It is said that there are many bizarre creatures in the Forbidden Forest that have been detained by the Inquisition. Hunted by these monsters, no one who enters the Forbidden Forest has ever left alive."

"Some say they are evil creatures created by demons, some say they are monsters created by heretical wizards, and some say they were simply created by the Inquisition themselves..."

As Prince Conrad spoke in a solemn tone, the evening breeze blew through the deep, dark woods, shaking the branches, and the ominous smell became stronger.

"Yeah! Stop talking!"

Eleanor screamed. She was so frightened by Conrad's words that the food in her hand no longer tasted good. She subconsciously hid behind Russell.

In just a few words, Rosalyn devoured several roasted tits with her elegant eating manners.

She frowned and shared her feelings: "Russell, I feel a sticky energy in this forest right now, similar to magic. Perhaps this is the result of the enrichment of witchcraft?"

"Hahahahaha! You young people know a lot!" An old voice suddenly sounded.

This old and low voice was like a hoarse roar emerging from the sediment and mud, with a harsh and uncomfortable texture.

Each syllable seemed to be rubbed out with difficulty from the depths of a rusty metal throat, scraping out along the rusty chain one link after another.

“Ah!!! Master!!”

Eleanor, who was already timid, screamed. She was so scared that she threw herself into Russell's arms.

Conrad, who was originally wary of this voice, frowned.

Wait, wait, what did you call him? Master? Did I hear you right?

Oh, hehe, Eleanor, don't be angry with your brother. Your brother didn't mean to scare you.

Conrad turned his head stiffly with an ugly smile on his face. At this moment he still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that Eleanor was just joking with him.

But when Conrad saw Eleanor trembling in Russell's arms, her chest pressed tightly against his chest and her hands tightly around Russell's back, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

This was a bolt from the blue. Conrad's brain seemed to stop working for a moment.

Eleanor, the pure sister in his mind who had been reserved as the future queen, threw herself into the arms of another man in front of him and called that man "master".

This incident dealt a greater blow to Conrad than when he was tricked into the forbidden forest of the Inquisition.

Looking at Russell's hand on his beloved sister's head, and Eleanor's wolf ears drooping down obediently, allowing Russell to rub them, Conrad felt infinite grief and indignation in his heart.

I, I got the news and worked so hard to save you! But you've already been fooling around with another man! You even called your master!

Crown Prince Conrad felt his heart bleed. He wanted to say something, but his mouth was dry and his face was frozen. He only opened and closed his mouth twice, but no sound came out.

"Your Highness Conrad, let's go!"

A loud voice sounded in Conrad's ears, and then, the dazed Conrad felt his eyes blurred, and then he was dragged out and ran out of the forbidden forest.

"Your Highness, Your Highness Conrad! Are you okay?" Bishop Sigbert, the leader of the mendicant monks and called "Bull" by Grein, asked His Royal Highness the Crown Prince worriedly.

"Oh, well, I'm fine, well, I'm fine." Conrad forced out a pale smile that was uglier than crying and replied reluctantly.

Damn it, what on earth did the Inquisition keep locked up in the Forbidden Forest? Why does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince look like his soul has been sucked away by a demon?

Bishop Sigbert subconsciously thought of the zombies in the gray fog. He looked up and saw the bright moon hanging in the sky.

Then the stigma on the back of Bishop Sigbert's hand lit up, and a soft light emanated from the back of his hand, enveloping Crown Prince Conrad and soothing his emotions.

The feeling of being wrapped in holy light was soft and peaceful, just like being in his mother's arms as a child, which was so comforting that Crown Prince Conrad finally managed to calm down from his extreme shock and disbelief.

"Ah! Thank you, Lord Siegbert." Crown Prince Conrad saw who was coming. He forced a smile and suppressed the bitterness and anger in his heart.