Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Margaret's unconditional trust and dependence on Russell was also due to the fact that Russell gave her the fire. She would instinctively rely on her "god".

Russell temporarily defined this relationship as a dependent, and Margaret was his dependent, and her power grew stronger as his flame ability increased.

At the end of the dream, the gardener was unable to light up the bud of the second flower, which shows that Russell's ability to create a dependent was limited, and he could only have Margaret as his dependent.

To break through this limitation depends on the quality and quantity of his flame.

By constructing dreams, the flame answered a series of questions in Russell's mind. At least Russell no longer had to worry about Margaret's life.

Russell listened gently to Margaret's steady breathing, smiled subconsciously, and felt a sense of peace in his heart.

Russell never imagined that one day he would be lying on the cold floor in a dark and gloomy cellar, and he would feel at peace just by hearing the steady breathing of his woman.

Then he fell asleep peacefully again. This time he had fewer worries and no dreams. He slept very soundly.

When Russell woke up again, he was awakened by the earth-shaking sound of the battle that had begun again.

It seemed that the two powerful beings yesterday did not enjoy the fight to their heart's content, so they started fighting fiercely early in the morning, and the sound of fighting was earth-shaking.

Russell watched the sand sliding down along the only gap in the cellar cover and couldn't help but start to worry. If these two guys kept fighting day and night, the cellar might be buried alive one day. They had to find a safer hiding place.

With a whoosh, the flames lit up, and the flickering flames illuminated the cellar.

Russell turned his head curiously and watched Margaret sit up with a smile on her face, holding an orange-red flame in her hand.

Margaret's face was illuminated by the flames, and she looked very excited. "My Lord, thank you for your blessing. I have finally mastered the fire magic you mentioned."

Uh, blessing... She couldn't use it during the day yesterday...

Ah, is this what changing the color of flowers in a dream means? Then I can perform the blessing as many times as I want.

It seems that I will have to choose a beautiful woman to transform my followers in the future - uh, no, Margaret is enough for me, I don’t need any other followers.

Russell is still a gentleman now, he thought, smiling and kissing Margaret on the lips.

After this incident, Margaret became even more convinced of Russell's identity as a "god".

Margaret now firmly believes that Russell is the incarnation of God walking on earth, and that she performed sacrifices and pleased God, so she obtained the divine power bestowed by God.

Then, Margaret subconsciously looked for a pen and a diary to record her latest discovery - although she now regarded herself as Russell's priest, she still did not change the habits left over from her scholar days.

This is first-hand record of my journey with the Lord!

Margaret thought excitedly.

"Hmm? Margaret, what are you looking for?" Margaret, who was looking around, naturally attracted Russell's attention.

"My Lord, I'm looking for my notebook and pen..." Margaret naturally did not hide anything from her "God".

However, Margaret's words made Russell feel a little embarrassed.

He slapped his forehead. He had taken Margaret's diary and looked through it before.

So Russell also sat up and found Margaret's diary among the messy clothes and armor on the ground.

"Ah, sorry, Margaret, I was looking through your diary earlier."

"My Lord, please don't say that. You can read it at will. As your believer, all my secrets are open to you." Margaret could not bear the apology of "God".

Margaret knelt down in panic. Since she was now naked, her breasts swayed with her movements, making Russell dizzy.

At least her "frankness" towards Russell has not diminished.

020 Exploration and Discovery

Considering Margaret's disability, Russell did nothing. He left Margaret to recuperate and then climbed up the ground himself.

Now that the upper limit of the fire capacity in his body has been expanded, Russell plans to continue hunting the demon.

Moreover, there is another problem that is bothering Russell and needs to be solved urgently.

After Margaret woke up, the number of people who needed to feed increased from one to two, and the box of bacon that could originally last for about a week was now only enough for four or five days.

Therefore, Russell had to find another source of food.

Russell was now on an island in the middle of the ocean, so fishing was the most natural thing to do. The sea was rich in resources, so it was certainly enough to feed two people.

Of course, things don’t always go as smoothly as expected, and there are naturally some minor difficulties involved.

For example, one obvious difficulty is that the place where the Demon Centurion and its enemy, the two big guys, fight, is blocked halfway up the mountain.

Their battlefield was located between the town of Upper Saint-Blanc, located on a hilltop and upstream of the river, and the town of Lower Saint-Blanc, located downstream of the river and close to the coast.

Because the entire island was covered in thick fog and visibility was very poor, Russell had no way of determining which road would lead him down the mountain smoothly, except for this cobblestone road that was patrolled daily by the dwarf demons and was not yet completely overgrown with weeds and vines.

The only way is full of dangers.

The collision between the heavy weapons made Russell feel thrilling, and sometimes there was a very sharp friction sound that made Russell feel a sour taste in his teeth.

To make matters worse, their heavy footsteps made the ground tremble, and Russell could hardly stand still, even if he wanted to peek at the battle between them.

Russell deeply realized the essential difference between this demon centurion and the so-called inferior demons and inferior demon commanders.

Because of Margaret's awakening, she brought Russell a lot of knowledge about the world.

Margaret told Russell that in the academy's research, it was generally believed that demons could be divided into five levels according to their strength.

The most basic one is naturally the dwarf demon, whose combat power is about the same as that of a human child.

Next, the Lesser Demon Commander and the group of dwarf demons he leads are already very difficult to deal with, and often require an entire well-trained combat team to deal with.

The Demon Centurion requires heavy infantry who are not afraid of sacrifice to hold the front line, while the brave elite knights must encircle it from the flanks to have a chance of being eliminated.

Margaret believed that the only credible record of defeating a demon centurion came from the knight kingdom of Usedom. Their elite knights annihilated the invading demon centurion and the low-level demons he led at the gates of Vineta.

As for the higher-level demon generals and demon lords, their existence almost only remains in rumors, and there is no rigorous record of them. It seems that they only exist in a few words in some wizards' notes.

As for the Demon King who is above the Demon Lord, he is more like a product of human imagination. Humans believe that demons must have a king, and even the rumors are quite absurd.

Russell could only be thankful that he met the Devil Centurion.

However, the demon centurion that exuded a terrifying aura had already made Russell feel weak in the knees.

Before the food runs out, try to avoid the area where they are fighting and look for other food sources.

At the same time, we must continue to hunt low-level demons and constantly strengthen ourselves.

If possible, find a boat, find someone proficient in sailing, and then escape from this island to a relatively safe place, such as the country of knights that can fight against the devil head-on.

Russell did not choose to act rashly. He planned his next move in his mind.

However, the idea of ​​hiding in Upper Saint-Bran Town and developing itself was immediately thwarted.

Russell wandered around half of the town centered on the church for a whole day, but did not find any low-level demons.

During the patrol, Russell killed several Lost Souls who attacked him, but he did not gain any souls.

I don't know if it was the two giants fighting that blocked the path of the lower-level demons, or if my successive killing of two lesser demon commanders let the lower-level demons know that there was a formidable figure on the mountain. In short, no demons climbed the mountain to deliver souls today.

This ruined Russell's original idea of ​​following the low-level demons to find other ways down the mountain.

Bored, Russell wandered around this half-deserted town amidst the background sound of the earth-shaking. He slowly began to familiarize himself with the roads and terrain here.

As he walked, Russell saw the withered spirea.

The spirea that was in full bloom yesterday has withered again today under the oppression of winter.

Russell held out his hand toward the listless Meadowsweet, his hand still blazing with orange-red flames.

After all, it was this spirea that inspired him to revive Margaret, and he wanted to revive this spirea again.

However, the flames only ignited the withered spirea, which then caught fire and was soon engulfed by the flames.

Hmm? What's going on? Is it because my followers have reached their limit temporarily, so the flame no longer has the ability to revive?

Russell curiously conducted an experiment using another spirea not far away.

However, after the flames disappeared, the second spirea bloomed magnificently, and its brilliant golden color seemed to be the only bit of life between the gray sky and earth.

Russell understood that this meant that his flame could only resurrect a living being once.

When the second life bestowed by the flame is gone, there is no possibility of resurrection.

It seems that Margaret's previous tactic of using her as bait and resurrecting her again and again is impossible to achieve.

Russell returned to the cellar and told Margaret about his new discovery.

"My Lord, I understand. The second life you have given me is already an extremely precious miracle. I will always remember it in my heart." Margaret said solemnly.

Russell always felt that Margaret had missed the point: "Well, I'm saying this to tell you to cherish life, not to be grateful for it."

"My merciful and generous Lord, you may not mind the miracles you grant. But I have received your grace and have been given a second breath. How can I not be grateful to you?" Margaret had no intention of changing her attitude.

Russell was speechless. He was a little uncomfortable with Margaret's attitude towards him and wanted to organize his words to continue persuading Margaret.

However, Margaret said thoughtfully, "My Lord, did you dream of tempering?... In some alchemical theories, it is mentioned that men represent fire and women represent water. The revelation in your dream may indicate that this theory is correct."

Then Margaret started talking about a bunch of alchemical terms, which made Russell, who was actually somewhat interested in the topic, dizzy.

When Russell realized that Margaret had diverted his attention, the topic had gone off to another direction.

When Russell tried to bring the subject back, Margaret said, "My Lord, I should be able to serve you tomorrow. I have been exploring this island for over two months and am quite familiar with its geography. I should be qualified to be your guide."

"Well, okay, that's great. I really need a guide who is familiar with St. Blanc Island." Russell nodded happily.

Margaret said to Russell very seriously: "My Lord, this island has no right to be called Saint Blanc Island! That is a usurped name of the false religion!"

"Well, it's just a name..." Russell didn't really think of himself as a god, so he naturally didn't mind this kind of thing.

However, Margaret absolutely disagreed. The principle that one cannot borrow a name and a position from another is universal and applies even in other worlds.

"No, Lord, you must not tolerate such a foolish pagan name! From this day forward, this island shall be called the Island of the Manifestation! This island is the place where you first manifested your divine power, and it is our holy place!"

Margaret's words were decisive.

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021 Margaret's Diary

Russell felt uncomfortable in any way facing the fanatical Margaret.

Is this the same naturalist who openly wrote in his diary how he defrauded funds from the church?

Laugh at the church, understand the church, be the church.

Aren’t these three steps a bit too standard?

Russell had no choice but to comfort her, "You should have a good rest first. I'll go out for a walk according to the map you drew..."

"My Lord!" Margaret said, "This map was drawn when I was blinded by those ridiculous hypocrites and failed to appreciate your glory. Many details need to be revised!"

Margaret seemed very dissatisfied with the "Saint Blanc Island" she had written on it and the map she had drawn on it.

She wanted to reach out and take the map from Russell's hand, but then realized that she couldn't offend the Lord, so she stopped halfway, neither moving forward nor backward.

"Ah, it's okay, I don't mind. This map is just a tool, you don't need to worry about it, just take a good rest first." Russell held Margaret's hand with his other hand, smiled, and comforted her gently.

"Yes, my lord." Margaret said with lowered eyebrows.

After finally calming Margaret down, Russell breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the ground.

It was already dark.

Perhaps it was because his body had been tempered and strengthened, perhaps it was because his soul was more firmly connected to this body, or perhaps it was because the total amount of flame had greatly increased. In short, Russell no longer became drowsy as soon as it got dark like he did on the first night.

Russell gathered wood from the ruins and started a fire. He sat down beside the flames and sighed.

Russell believed that his relationship with Margaret was one of simple salvation, and that they should have depended on each other to survive in this demon-ridden environment.

However, the extremely knowledgeable Margaret took this relationship too far and defined it as an extremely unequal relationship between a god and a believer.

Russell had to admit that Margaret's admiration and gentleness made him feel quite comfortable.

In fact, in the ruins shrouded in thick fog, the map Margaret drew was almost useless.

Russell sat by the fire, the warmth of the flames dispelling the chill of the winter wind, and the flicker of the flames providing enough light to read.

Russell took out the diary that Margaret had not taken back and began to read it. He wanted to find out if there was any way to persuade Margaret.

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