Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Well, just like that, let my brother-in-law come closer, and then I get close to my brother-in-law's arms...

It’s great that no one is causing trouble today and my brother-in-law is completely mine.

Francine felt a little proud and started to make her own plans.

However, at this moment, someone in the tavern shouted in a hoarse voice: "Do you know that Russell? Yes, the Russell who killed the devil! He, he is having an affair with our Princess Eleanor!"

A name that Francine didn't want to hear came into their ears.

This damn Eleanor! Even when my brother-in-law and I are alone together, she always comes out to mess things up!

Francine remained calm on the surface, but she was furious inside.

"Ah? Really? Come on, tell me in detail, tell me in detail!" The other drinkers whistled and cheered, clapping their hands on the table.

This was the latest romantic affair between the great hero and the princess of the kingdom, and it instantly attracted the attention of almost everyone in the tavern.

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Author's Note: Thanks to ylc for urging me to update;

245 The Bard and the Sacred Bull

After the attention of all the guests in the tavern was attracted, the bard spoke at the right time.

"In glorious Usedom, there lived a beautiful princess.

Our Princess Eleanor, her steps are like the dance of a bird.

Her face is like a flower in full bloom, and she is pure as the morning dew."

The bard plucked the strings of his harp. His singing was melodious and the sound of his harp was beautiful. All the drinkers were attracted by his singing.

The drinkers even joined in the bard's singing as he sang along with the catchy song, roaring out "Her face is like a flower in bloom, and she is pure as the morning dew." They were very devoted to the song.

Only Francine was furious: Eleanor is pure as hell, her brother-in-law has played with her every inch of her body! I've seen her clinging to her brother-in-law in bed countless times, bah!

After singing the melodious praises of the princess's beauty, the bard's strings became rapid and low:

"In the heart of deep hell, the devil spreads his filthy wings.

The evil eyes are full of madness, and the twisted body emits poisonous miasma.

The devil came to the ground with wild laughter and captured the princess and tied her up.

The princess was imprisoned in the abyss by the devil, and her pleas echoed in hell.

Francine: Bullshit! Your princess didn't even beg for anything. The most she did was ask her brother-in-law to be gentler!

Francine was so angry that she wanted to curse.

At this time, the music turns from gloomy to passionate.

"The brave knight Russell makes a brilliant appearance, holding the holy sword in his hand and blazing with fire.

He challenged the fallen demon king and vowed to restore the princess's sight."

The song was filled with praise for Russell, which finally made Francine less angry.

But Francine still thought with discontent: My brother-in-law didn't kill demons for such a superficial reason as Eleanor! Does that little bitch deserve it? Um, what's wrong with my brother-in-law? He looks so miserable.

This awkward boasting made Russell feel so uncomfortable that he dug his toes into the ground in embarrassment and wanted to run away.

Fortunately, at this time, Francine asked with concern: "Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Francine is still the best.

To ease the awkwardness, Russell frowned and whispered, "I don't like this song."

Francine's eyes lit up: "As expected, my brother-in-law doesn't like it either. That's great."

So she nodded repeatedly and agreed: "Yes, yes, I don't like it either."

She added quietly in her heart, but the previous part was okay.

If Russell could hear her, he would realize that his well-behaved sister-in-law Francine was not so understanding.

Because what he hated most was the awkward flattery just now.

For now, Russell chose to chat with Francine to skip the embarrassing and scalp-numbing flattery.

Russell forced a change of subject. "Anyway, thankfully the church was kind enough to give the refugees enough food to survive the famine. I wonder if they've settled down on Morganna's back. And thank you for taking them in, Francine."

In Russell's view, Morganna is a friend of Rosaline and Francine's father, and it is also the place where Francine grew up - if she really has the concepts of "childhood" and "growing up" - it can be called Francine's hometown, so Francine needs to agree to take in refugees.

Since Francine allowed the refugees to live on Morganna's back, she naturally had to thank Francine.

Francine was so happy to receive her brother-in-law's sincere thanks that her eyebrows arched. "Don't worry, brother-in-law. The refugees just need to get through the most difficult few months. With Morgana here, the crops will grow soon. Don't worry!"

"By the way, Morgana said she really likes your gift, brother-in-law." Francine said with a smile.

When escorting the refugees to Morgana's back by boat, Morgana was reluctant at first, but when she felt the strong vitality bursting out from Ha's relic in Russell's arms - the emerald gem - she showed great interest.

Russell simply gave the gem to the huge white whale Fata Morgana.

Miss White Whale swallowed the gem in one gulp, and then no longer objected to taking in refugees on her back.

From then on, the water jets spewed out by Morgana contained a powerful life force, and the land irrigated by the water jets saw the plants grow extremely lushly.

As a result, the tropical plants on Morganna's back that had begun to wither due to not adapting to the cold environment began to grow lush and green again, and the spring wheat that was planted for trial also grew very well, and it seemed that it would be mature and harvestable in just one or two months.

Even Baldy and her calf grew stronger after eating the overgrown grass.

Talking about these things, Russell couldn't help but smile happily: "Those refugees still don't want to live in the castle?"

Francine rested her chin on one hand, her eyes flickering as she gazed at Russell's face, her heart equally filled with joy. "Yes, they're afraid of the metal golems. They refuse to live in our castle, nor do they want to live in the metal golem town. So they cut down trees near the harbor and built their own village."

Francine secretly changed "my castle" to "our castle". Seeing that Russell looked normal and seemed to be used to this, she couldn't help but feel happier.

"I told those metal puppets to stay hidden and not scare the villagers."

Russell nodded. "Well done, Francine. But don't cut them off too much. The villagers need to live in harmony with the metal puppets."

Since the refugees chose to farm and build houses on Morganna's back, Russell believed that they would most likely settle here.

Russell then thought of the cow he had redeemed: "Oh, right? We can teach the villagers how to raise the bald cow and her son. They must have someone who knows how to herd."

Speaking of the cow named Baldy, Francine chuckled again. "Brother-in-law, you might not believe this, but the villagers think Baldy is human, and they worship Baldy and his son as your pets, or sacred cows!"

"what?"

Russell's mouth opened in surprise as he saw what was unfolding.

"When Jansen presided over the service, the villagers would invite the bald mother and child to the scene. They would be placed next to the altar to listen to the mass and the reading of the Holy Word..."

Francine's smile widened. She looked at the surprised Russell and continued:

"Even a few days ago, when a newborn was born and baptized, the newborn's family strongly begged Baldman to baptize the child! Baldman understood Jansen's words, dipped his tongue into the holy water basin to drink, and then licked the newborn's head, successfully completing the baptism, which caused a round of cheers!"

"After this incident, Baldy was revered as a sacred bull. Even the child was named Fars, which means calf in the Usedom language."

Russell felt that the style of painting was becoming increasingly strange, combining Catholic rituals with the Indian sacred cow. What a patchwork of oddities.

Before Russell could organize his words to comment on this, a drunken voice was heard near them.

"I object! Sir Russell is obviously from our Occitania! He was invited by Sister Cecilia! He shouldn't marry Eleanor, he should marry Sister Cecilia!"

Where did this weird bitch Cecilia come from? Today is supposed to be my date with my brother-in-law!

Francine's originally smiling mood was ruined again.

246 Fatal Fight

Russell was even more baffling.

Although the ballads in the bard's mouth gradually turned into obscene jokes mixed with various vulgar words, after all, the story between him and Eleanor was not fake. Even if Russell wanted to refute it, he didn't know where to start.

And what about this Cecilia who appeared out of nowhere?

Didn't he and Sister Cecilia just shake hands and exchange a few words once? Could that even be a rumor?

Although Russell felt puzzled, he was too lazy to argue with the drunkard. Seeing Francine's frown, he thought that Francine might be speaking up for him, so he grabbed Francine's little hand.

Francine's anger disappeared immediately after Russell held her hand. She looked up at Russell and smiled happily.

The electric light flowed from the corner of Russell's eyes to the tip of Francine's eyebrows, and the atmosphere between the two quickly became charming.

However, at this moment, another drunken voice with an Occitania accent rang out, ruining the atmosphere once again: "Bullshit! Bullshit! You Usedom men just don't dare to admit that you are useless!"

The voice also sounded thick and thick, and it was obvious that he had been drinking a lot.

"The great hero Russell who killed the demon is from Occitania! He's willing to be your princess because he's giving you Usedomites face! Your only role as Usedomites is to give birth to women to serve us Occitania men! Isn't that right, friends? Hahahahaha!"

As he finished speaking, the nearby Occitanias burst into laughter.

Many of the Usedom drinkers had already stood up from their seats.

"How dare you say that! Everyone knows that you Occitania women are good at what they do! Go home and ask your wife or your mother, maybe I have patronized them!" The first drunkard shouted back.

The Occitania survivors of Usedom fled to the present-day territory of Usedom during the Great Retreat. Most of them were merchants and craftsmen.

People are despised when they leave their hometowns, and it is extremely difficult for them to make a living after leaving their hometowns. Therefore, many women have to engage in the ancient service industry, which is a scar in the hearts of many Occitania survivors.

Now that the scars were exposed, many of the Occitania survivors could no longer sit still and stood up from their seats in unison.

The first drunk was still chattering away. He jokingly said, "Huh? You look a bit like me. Maybe you're my offspring. Come on, call me daddy!"

Russell finally understood that the mention of his name by the drunkard was purely a trap, and it was just a pretext for these people to wage wars.

Russell had no sense of belonging to his former country, so naturally he didn't care about the Usedom people mocking Occitania.

However, the ridicule of the Usedom people became the fuse of a fierce fight, and soon the entire "Red Dragon's Throat" tavern was involved in a big fight.

"Want to fight? Count me in!"

A wine glass flew towards him, and Russell calmly slapped it away. Then he raised the glass with his left hand, which was not holding Francine's. "Come on, cheers."

Francine also picked up the wine glass with her left hand, and the glasses touched each other lightly, making a crisp sound.

Francine's attention was all on the little hand held by her brother-in-law. Her heart was beating wildly and her face was full of tenderness and love.

Francine raised her glass with a smile on her face. This time, she behaved much more like a lady, taking only a small sip of wine.

"Everyone, come here!"

This time, a chair flew towards Russell. Russell raised his neck and swallowed the wine. He calmly placed the glass on the table, then smashed the chair to pieces with one punch.

Russell also looked at Francine with a smile. Francine was dressed very carefully today. She was wearing a satin gown. The delicate fabric shone softly in the firelight.

Her skirt is wide and layered, resembling a blooming flower, and the sleeves are embellished with intricate embroidery and gold thread, creating an intricate and exquisite pattern that showcases the artisans' exquisite craftsmanship.

Coupled with Francine's flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, and shy gaze, Russell stared at her intently and felt that Francine was much more beautiful than those ugly men who were fighting.

"Hey, look at my fist!"

This time, the person who flew over was a sturdy and honest man. He was drunk, his eyes were blurry, his face was bruised and swollen, and many fists had left almost immortal marks on his face.

He was thrown out in the melee and glided straight towards the hidden corner where Russell and Francine were.

These ignorant bastards will never stop!

A vein popped up on Russell's forehead.

Russell flicked his left arm, and the flying man turned around in mid-air and flew back into the crowd, knocking all the drunks who were fighting in a group to the ground, making them dizzy.

Sitting in that corner was actually a man with great martial arts skills! I vaguely remember that they were a man and a woman, an Occitania man and a beautiful woman...

The man who started the melee, hiding in the shadows high up and watching the fight coldly, narrowed his eyes.

He has now transformed himself into a completely new look, wearing a set of pitch-black armor, looking like a black guard, with no trace of his previous drunken appearance.

As the king's spies, the Black Guards not only have no responsibility for maintaining public order, but it is not a bad thing for them to see the citizens fighting each other. It is much better to guide them to vent their dissatisfaction and energy in fighting each other than to let them unite and target the royal family.

However, the emergence of an unrecorded folk master naturally attracted the attention of the Black Guards.

Russell hasn't officially entered Gritzburg yet. Today, Russell secretly brought Francine into the city to play.

His Majesty Friedrich is preparing a lively and grand welcome celebration to welcome the new hero and to commend the achievement of killing the demon - His Majesty the King acts as if he has no idea that the demon is his second son, or more precisely, as if he has no second son at all.

At this time, theoretically, Russell and Princess Eleanor lived in a manor outside the city of Gritzburg, so the black guards of Gritzburg had no idea that this person had run into the royal city.

In the minds of the Black Guards, Russell should be in bed with Princess Eleanor day and night, so how could he sneak into the tavern in Gritzburg with other women?

Discovering an unprecedented threat is a major accomplishment! It would be even better if we could test the strength of this Occitania...