Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

One of the black guards was hit hard on the head, and blood slowly flowed from his forehead. The well-trained black guard did not move, as if nothing had happened.

However, this only made Queen Adelaide even more furious: "You useless people! Since you can't save my son, what's the point of coming here to ask for credit and reward! Get out, get out!"

"Everyone, go down. Go find the royal monks for treatment." Friedrich waved his hand, and the black guards saluted in unison, then filed out with their heads lowered.

When the king and queen were alone in the vast room, Adelaide threw herself on the floor and began to wail: "O child! O my child! Conrad! Walter! Eleanor! Am I cursed?"

Queen Adelaide, who always valued her noble bloodline, did not look noble at this moment. Instead, she looked like an uneducated rural woman who was throwing a tantrum and could be seen everywhere in the countryside of Usedom.

King Frederick felt the vein in his forehead throbbing as he allowed Queen Adelaide to vent her anger.

For a moment, vulgar words lingered in the most distinguished room of the Kingdom of Usedom, and it felt like the lingering sound would last for three days.

It wasn't until the Queen Adelaide grew tired that His Majesty the King finally asked patiently, "What do you want to do, Adelaide?"

"I want that Russell dead! He killed Walter! I want revenge for Walter! He defiled Eleanor and polluted the noble blood of Burgoyne! Conrad must have been knocked unconscious by him!" Adelaide screamed angrily.

Her Majesty the Queen's seemingly unreasonable method of blaming others is actually close to the truth.

Friedrich tried to correct his wife's misunderstanding: "Conrad fainted from the injuries he received during the attack with the demonized Walter."

"Nonsense! How could a good boy like Walter turn into a devil and compete with his beloved brother!" Her Majesty the Queen said nonsense with her eyes wide open. "Don't I know my child?"

Don’t I know my child?

His Majesty the King wanted to throw these words back in Adelaide's face.

The impact of Walter's demonization was too severe, and the news spread so quickly that Friedrich was caught off guard.

Friedrich discovered the weaknesses of the Black Guard monitoring system he had built.

Although each of the Black Guards is loyal and capable of standing on their own, once a truly powerful person is killed, they will become blind in that area and their ability to obtain intelligence will be immediately restricted.

There is no doubt that the Black Guard at Weinerd Farm must have encountered a truly powerful man and was killed, otherwise he would never have taken so long to report back.

But was it the demonized Walter, the demon-slaying Russell, or someone else who killed the black guard?

This question flashed through His Majesty the King's mind.

Obviously, now is not the time to pursue these details. King Frederick has a whole mess to clean up.

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243 Legitimacy and White Moonlight

King Frederick looked at Queen Adelaide, who was like a shrew, and felt disgusted.

This short-sighted woman didn't understand anything at all! She seemed to think it was natural for the Burgoni family to be the royal family of Usedom!

In the eyes of King Frederick, Walter's transformation into a demon has seriously shaken the legitimacy of the Burgoyne family's rule.

The legitimacy of the monarchy comes from the divine right of kings. The royal family promises to protect the gods from harm. In a country like Usedom, protecting the people from the harm of demons is a righteous cause.

At a time when there is conflict with the church, a prince brazenly chooses to become a demon, which is a heavy blow to the reputation of the royal family.

When the Black Princess Lola turned to the devil and killed William Wallhausen's mother, it was Frederick who, at the expense of his long-standing friendship with Archbishop Cluny and Knight Protector William, and out of the righteousness of protecting the people of the kingdom, barely suppressed the matter and ultimately prevented it from being exposed to the public.

At that time, the church and the knights were also the two pillars supporting the king.

But now the world has changed, and His Majesty the King no longer has good relations with his old friends. Both the Church and the Knights are alienated from the King.

His Majesty Friedrich was caught off guard and naturally had no time to suppress the spread of the news.

The news that Walter had turned into a demon spread throughout Griezburg within a day, and the King was convinced that his old friend, Archbishop Cluny, was behind it.

At this moment, after the great retreat, the people of Usedom desperately needed a victory over the demons to boost morale. This victory came as the need arose, but unfortunately, the Burgoyne royal family became the villains and a stepping stone for Russell.

King Frederick thought of this and glanced coldly at Queen Adelaide: This vulgar woman did not pay any attention to the crisis of the royal family, nor did she notice that Russell was qualified as another choice for the people of Usedom. Instead, she rolled around and shouted that she wanted to get rid of Russell.

If Russell, the hero who could fight against demons, was really eliminated, the end of the Burgundy royal family would not be far away - King Frederick believed that his two old friends, Archbishop of Cluny and Knight Protector William, would not stand idly by.

In King Frederick's eyes, it was Eleanor, his daughter who had always been ignored because of her naivety, who really surprised him.

His Majesty the King believed that his low-key daughter was a hidden smart person, and she hooked up with Russell at the right time and climbed into the bed of this hero.

No, that's not right. Silly Eleanor didn't have that kind of brains. It seemed that this news was fabricated by a busybody. After His Majesty the King calmed down, he immediately denied his daughter's intelligence.

Humph, no matter whether this news was fabricated by a busybody or not, it must now become true for me!

His Majesty the King has already planned how to spread the erotic story of Eleanor and Russell throughout the royal city.

In the King's opinion, if his daughter Eleanor were to marry Russell, who had slain the demon, all of Usedom's current internal troubles would be solved.

The knights now have a leader who can lead them in charge, the church has a patron saint who can continue to spread the glory of the Lord, and the royal family has a prince who can protect the people. The next generation of the kingdom can unite again.

If that's not enough, let Eleanor be queen. As for poor Conrad, he can stay in his coma forever.

His Majesty the King has already had the idea of ​​changing the crown prince.

As for the boring and contemptible "noble blood of the Burgundy family", His Majesty Frederick, who had tried to marry William's sister Margaret Wallhausen, never took it seriously.

His Majesty the King looked at the foolish, stupid, vulgar and unreasonable queen and sneered in disgust.

You stupid woman can't be compared with William's intellectual, intelligent, elegant and well-educated sister. You are not even as good as her!

His Majesty Friedrich couldn't help but recall the white moonlight in his heart.

Frederick, who was then the crown prince, covered his royal animal ears with a hat and went to the University of Canossa under an assumed name for sightseeing. He was deeply attracted by Margaret who was debating with other scholars. He had been obsessed with Margaret ever since after a quick glance.

After returning to the palace, Friedrich begged his father to try proposing marriage to the Walhausen family, but was ruthlessly rejected. Even his beloved Margaret went out to sea for investigation, which was a great blow to the then high-spirited prince.

To make matters worse, Margaret never returned and died on the island of Saint Blain, which made Crown Prince Frederick fall into decadence.

The one who is more powerful than Bai Yueguang is the deceased Bai Yueguang.

After fifty years of fermentation, the impulsive love that came at first sight in his youth has been brewed into mellow wine in the heart of His Majesty the King.

Although Margaret herself had no idea about this, and although Frederick had never spoken a word to Margaret, after the past came flooding back to his mind, the calm, majestic and wise King became a little tipsy after just a brief recollection.

His eyes were somewhat gentle as he stared out the window absentmindedly. He vaguely remembered that it was late autumn that day and the bare branches were quite similar to the scenery outside the window at this moment. It was truly a wonderful first encounter.

And his sister and wife Adelaide, who was still clamoring to kill Russell for tarnishing the Burgundian royal bloodline, became even more hateful.

Do you think Walter's downfall has nothing to do with a greedy, foolish woman like you? Do you think a strong man who can kill demons can be easily killed by us?

Have you been so used to hiding in the palace and calling the shots that you've forgotten what the world really looks like?

Humph, this stupid woman Adelaide is more likely to cause trouble than to help. We must not let her ruin things no matter what.

King Frederick's gaze was gentle for a moment, then quickly turned cold when he turned to Queen Adelaide.

He made up his mind.

Then His Majesty the King shouted, "Come! Deliver my decree! Queen Adelaide has gone mad due to hallucinations caused by excessive stimulation. The prayer church has been converted into a lunatic asylum for treatment! Send Her Majesty there to recuperate!"

"What?" Queen Adelaide opened her eyes wide in surprise. She looked at Frederick in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

It was not until she was roughly held up that she woke up from her dream.

Her Majesty the Queen cursed without mercy: "Fredrich, you bastard! You are a disgrace to the Burgoni family! You have brought shame to the noble bloodline of the family--"

It was not until her mouth was blocked with a rag by a servant that His Majesty the King regained some peace of mind.

HOW IT WORKS With Russell strapped to the royal chariot, His Majesty believes he still has work to do.

For now, let's start by spreading the story of my daughter Eleanor and Russell.

His Majesty the King, who is well versed in public psychology, knows that royal secrets, gossip and erotic stories have always been the fastest and most widely spread, and once the two are combined, they are invincible.

His Majesty the King doesn't care about his daughter's reputation at all, or rather, he no longer has the time to care about it at the moment.

It was obviously more important to tie Eleanor and Russell together at the moment than the reputation of the future queen.

244 Cultivating Relationships

A few days later, a man and a woman came to the door of a tavern.

Above the gate, an old wooden sign stood precariously, reading "Throat of the Red Dragon."

"This is the Red Dragon's Throat, the largest tavern in Gritzburg. Let's go in and take a look."

"I heard that the wine here is exceptionally strong, just like the flames spewed from the throat of the legendary red dragon, hence the name."

The man was Russell. He smiled and said to Francine. Francine's face flushed red, completely unlike her previous mischievous look. She nodded shyly, "Yes, I will listen to my brother-in-law."

Why did Russell appear in the pub alone with Francine? Of course there was a reason.

After Russell had a mad venting of his anger on Eleanor in the wild, he began to reflect on his own behavior. In Russell's view, he had lost his mind under the fire of desire. How was he different from a beast?

In order to strengthen his control over the flames and avoid losing his mind again after advancing again, Russell began to try to postpone his advancement and work hard to control the flames in his body. Therefore, he temporarily resisted the urge to touch Francine.

In response, Russell told Margaret and Rosaline that he had no shortage of women and that he hoped to first develop a strong enough relationship with Francine and then go to bed with her when the time was right.

Rosaline was very happy with this statement. She didn't want her sister to be taken advantage of by Russell for no reason.

However, Russell's uncontrollable desire was an objective reality. Although Russell did not touch Francine in the past few days, Margaret, Rosaline and Eleanor suffered.

They worked together and took turns fighting, but they were still no match for Russell. These days, they could only lie in bed every day, feeling drowsy and exhausted.

Rosalin no longer cared about arguing with Margaret about who had done it more often, and the ladies' open and secret fights about the number of times had to be put to rest in front of the full-throttle Russell. This was an effect that no one had expected.

After a few days, the ladies could no longer bear the beatings.

"You two should go and cultivate some affection for me!" After saying this, Rosalyn kicked Russell and Francine out of the house, slammed the door shut, and then returned to bed with dark circles under her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Francine knew exactly what was going to happen tonight and was looking forward to it with excitement, but she was also very shy.

Despite her shyness, she, who always liked to play pranks, seemed particularly well-behaved. She blushed and nodded gently to whatever Russell said. People who didn't know her true nature would think she was a well-educated lady.

The streets outside the tavern were bustling with activity. It seemed that the poor harvest in the village during the severe drought had not affected the mood of the citizens of Gritsburg.

Russell pushed open the heavy wooden door, and a burst of wine and noise hit him.

The interior of the pub is dim and lively, with various bottles and barrels of wine placed near the long bar, emitting an amber glow.

The tavern was filled with old wooden tables and chairs, all etched with the marks of time. On the window seat, an oil-stained curtain swayed gracefully in the breeze, blurring the hustle and bustle outside.

The melody of strumming harps could be heard from the tavern, and a bard was singing a lively ballad in a corner.

The candlesticks cast soft light and shadows, and a man dressed as a clown was throwing three throwing knives, performing wonderful juggling, attracting the attention and cheers of the surrounding audience.

"You're from Occitania, right? Please follow me." The waiter came over with a smile and led Russell's Francine to an area where Occitanias gathered. "Would you like to sit in the center or in a quiet corner?"

"A corner, a corner is fine." Russell smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with the waiter.

Nonsense, I'm here to flirt with the ladies, certainly not sitting in public.

When the waiter withdrew his hand, he was already holding a few silver coins in his hand without making a sound, and his smile became more sincere.

"This is a very secluded location. You two can see everyone in the entire bar from here, but it is very difficult to be noticed." The waiter said politely. It was obvious that he fully understood Russell's needs.

"If you need anything, please ring this bell and I will come to serve you as soon as possible."

The waiter finally said this, putting down the drinks Russell and Francine had ordered and leaving tactfully.

Russell raised his glass and took a sip. A spicy taste flowed down his throat into his stomach. This wine was indeed strong.

The fire in his body seemed to be very pleased with the wine. He felt the joy of the fire, which surged to every part of his body, warming him all over.

Francine had never drunk alcohol before and was quite curious about the drink.

As soon as the waiter left, she couldn't wait to raise her glass and gulp down a big gulp.

Russell didn't stop him. After all, watching the other person make a fool of themselves was part of flirting.

Russell had already imagined a series of scenes in his mind where Francine would choke and cough, and then he would move over to wipe the wine stains off her body and then take the opportunity to touch her all over.

However, contrary to Russell's expectations, Francine simply smacked her lips and said, "Hmm, it's definitely different from ordinary water."

There was a hint of disappointment in his words, as if to say: Is this all wine is?

Tsk, I miscalculated. After all, her body came from Ha's divine body. Ordinary liquor would probably taste like water to her.

Wait a minute, maybe the bartender served the lady a different drink?

Russell pushed his glass toward Francine. "Here, this one's stronger. Try this."

Francine lifted Russell's cup, intentionally or unintentionally turning it to the place where Russell's mouth had just touched, and then she put her warm lips to it and tasted it.

After gulping down another half glass of wine, Francine's face seemed to turn redder, and she looked at Russell with her eyes full of affection.

"Brother-in-law, I feel a little dizzy." Francine said softly.