Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

The Black Guard's heart burned with rage, he was extremely confident in his own abilities. Furthermore, as a Usedomite, his aversion to the Occitanias was natural.

He was somewhat jealous that this Occitania man was with such a beautiful lady.

Humph, not every Occitania man is Russell who can slay demons in battle. Let me test your level.

The black guard sneered and climbed down from the beam.

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Author's words: I finally have some free time on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, so I'll add another chapter today...

247 Conflict Escalates

Taking advantage of the shadows, the Black Guard quietly moved down without attracting anyone's attention. Before long, he successfully arrived right above Russell and Francine.

The black guard quietly lowered his head and looked at the enviable Occitania man who was holding the beautiful lady's hand tightly. The lady's face showed obvious shyness.

Humph, kid, your good luck ends here.

The black guard sneered in his heart, he got into position, leaped up, and pounced on the affectionate couple.

You stray dog ​​from Occitania, you don't deserve to sit in a tavern and pick up women leisurely!

The Black Guard enjoyed the whistling sound of the wind in his ears as he fell, and the visual spectacle of the scenery rising rapidly. He flew down like an eagle swooping down on its prey, with a playful look in his eyes. He was looking forward to the man's embarrassment and the woman's fear.

Then, a sharp pain from the abdomen froze the Black Guard's smile on his face.

He didn't understand what was going on yet, but he felt that the scenery passing by his eyes was no longer rising rapidly, but was descending instead.

He flew out, drawing a beautiful black parabola in the air, and then crashed into the drunken rioters.

Bang, pong, bang.

The black guard slammed to the ground, his jet-black metal armor creaking, and he bent over like a shrimp.

The severe pain distorted his expression. He was shaking all over, holding his stomach with one hand and stretching the other hand forward as if trying to grab something.

The remaining sanity of the black guard told him that before he could figure out anything, he was punched in the stomach and sent flying.

"Oh my God! It's the black dog! The black dog was beaten away!"

Someone screamed in surprise—His Majesty Friedrich's loyal dogs were "respectfully called" black dogs by the citizens, so the drinkers who were fighting after getting drunk quickly calmed down.

The citizen who subconsciously shouted "black dog" in front of the black guard covered his mouth with a pale face. He was so scared that he turned around dejectedly and ran away.

Even His Majesty the King's dog was beaten. The person who caused the trouble is obviously very brave.

The drinkers felt that they could not afford to cause trouble on the level of Black Dog, no, Black Guard. Even the drunkards who were already passed out and lying quietly on the table were sobered up by the fright.

So the pub that was bustling with noise and people were fighting quickly became deserted, and the bruised and injured drinkers limped away, supporting each other.

The black guard, who had just recovered from a heavy blow to the abdomen, reached into his arms with trembling hands and took out a bone whistle.

Then he used all his strength to blow the bone whistle, but the bone whistle did not make any sound.

The waiter, who received a generous tip from Russell, plucked up his courage and slipped to where Russell and Francine were while the black guard was not paying attention.

Then the waiter heard the beautiful lady ask with a smile: "How was my punch, brother-in-law? Was it beautiful?"

So it was you who threw that punch?

The waiter was shocked and couldn't help looking at Russell with admiration.

She is still your sister-in-law. I guess she has an older sister, right?

How dare you mess with a woman like this? It's true that she only cares about her beauty and not her life!

Francine was irritated by yet another interruption.

Humph, if my sister hadn't taught me to be a lady and told me not to show my wild side in front of my brother-in-law, that guy would have been beaten to death.

Francine thought to herself, somewhat unconvinced.

So she turned to the waiter who had interrupted her sweet time with her brother-in-law and asked angrily: "Why, what's the matter?"

Facing Francine's impatient look, the waiter broke out in a sweat.

As a waiter in a famous tavern, he has actually seen all kinds of messy relationships. Things like brother-in-law having an affair with sister-in-law are absolutely common, and he wouldn't even frown over such a small matter.

But the look in the eyes of the woman in front of me is so oppressive... Wait a minute, could she really be a red dragon?

Even the experienced waiter at the Capital Tavern had seen the pressure emanating from the Divine Power. So, with his mind full of bards' adventure stories, he immediately imagined Francine as a legendary creature—a dragon.

Even though the waiter worked at the "Red Dragon's Throat" and earned a good income, he felt an urge to urinate that seemed difficult to suppress when he thought that he might actually end up in the Red Dragon's Throat if he said something wrong.

No wonder you're not afraid of the Black Guard! I'm meddling!

Although the waiter regretted coming to remind the couple, he still stammered, "The black guard blew the bone whistle. If you two are afraid of trouble, you'd better leave as soon as possible."

Hearing that the waiter was here to give her a kind reminder, Francine, although still impatient, withdrew her hostility.

This made the waiter breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had been pardoned.

"Oh? Bone whistle, I didn't hear any sound." Russell asked curiously.

The waiter didn't dare to stay any longer, but since Russell asked, he didn't dare not answer.

From the waiter's stammering explanation, Russell finally understood that the bone whistle used by the Black Guards was specially made, and when blown, it made no sound. This was the signal for the Black Guards to summon their colleagues, and only the Black Guards on duty, wearing the special black helmet, could hear it.

"Alright, go down now." Russell nodded. "We were just having a nice drink, and this guy attacked us! I don't believe Usedom is such an unreasonable place!"

You, you actually try to reason with these black dogs? No, maybe you do have the power to make the black dogs reason with you.

In any case, at Russell's wave, the waiter ran out of the tavern as if he had been pardoned.

In his daze, he vaguely heard the lady coquettishly saying in a numbing voice: "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, can you teach me how to throw this punch?"

The waiter was blown by the wind and felt the bone-chilling cold of early spring. Only then did he realize that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

At this moment, the waiter immediately noticed that a dozen black guards had gathered nearby. Their uniform footsteps pounded on the cobblestone road, and wherever they went, the originally bustling street quickly became empty.

The waiter looked at the menacing black guard, then thought about the two calm and composed handsome men and beautiful women in the tavern. What he was thinking about was not who would win or lose, but where he should find a job tomorrow.

The waiter thought this tavern was doomed. A shop targeted by a black dog would be skinned alive.

It’s a pity that the tavern owner is a kind man who never delays their wages... I really hope he can get through this difficult time.

The shivering waiter prayed for his boss in a corner where no one paid attention to him.

At this time, the team of black guards had already pushed open the door of the Red Dragon's Throat.

248 On Duty

Rupert has always been proud of his identity as the Black Guard.

In Rupert's opinion, since the Black Guards are the eyes and ears of His Majesty Frederick, there is no doubt that they are the ones who can truly represent His Majesty Frederick.

Driven by loyalty and pride, Rupert worked diligently, conscientiously, and meticulously to complete his supervisory duties.

Soon, his diligence was rewarded by His Majesty Friedrich and he was promoted to captain.

In Rupert's opinion, the nickname "Black Dog" given to them by the public was nothing more than the jealousy of those lawless and scoundrels.

The fact seems to be true. Since the Black Guards represent His Majesty Friedrich, naturally no one in the benevolent place of Gritzburg dares to disobey them. At least Rupert has never met such a bold person.

To be precise, a captain of Rupert's level is not qualified to encounter anyone who dares to disobey the Black Guard.

In Rupert's opinion, the behavior of many Black Guards is problematic. They act rudely and do not care about the feelings of the citizens at all.

However, after Rupert raised the question, his boss forcibly persuaded him with reasons such as "cruel measures must be used to deal with treacherous people, and your colleagues are just too loyal to His Majesty."

Despite this, Rupert still instinctively felt that his colleagues' various methods were not appropriate. He did not think too much about it, but simply never participated in activities such as provoking conflicts. Instead, he chose to conscientiously complete his supervisory work.

In Rupert's view, since the Black Guard's oath only includes "Your Majesty's eyes" and "Your Majesty's ears", it is enough for him to do the work of eyes and ears well.

As for what to do next, the wise and intelligent King Friedrich will naturally make the decision, and there is no need for his eyes and ears to do anything.

In the eyes of Rupert, who came from a humble background, Gritsburg is still a peaceful place.

No, in Rupert's opinion, Usedom is not only enjoying a peaceful life now, but is also thriving.

A few days ago, the usurping "Emperor of the Night", the king of the Gritzburg underworld, was arrested and taken to the Inquisition; then another demon that infiltrated Usedom was killed by an Occitania knight, Russell.

Good news comes one after another. Isn't this a sign of prosperity?

Although there were rumors (which had actually spread throughout Usedom) that the demon was Prince Walter's corruption and demonization, Rupert, who was loyal to His Majesty Friedrich, would not be swayed by such nonsense.

It can be said that Rupert grew up in fear of demons, so he had immense respect for Russell, who could slay demons. In his mind, Russell's rise to prominence was second only to that of His Majesty Frederick, to whom he was loyal.

In particular, there were rumors that His Majesty the King intended to marry Princess Eleanor to Lord Russell. Rupert was very excited about this rumor. In Rupert's opinion, it would be great if such a rumor could come true.

Because he admired Russell very much, Rupert also used his authority to find portraits of Russell from various angles in the Black Guard's archives, and memorized them firmly in his mind to ensure that he would not miss his idol when he saw him.

However, Rupert would carefully keep his thoughts to himself and not express them, because many of his colleagues, including Rupert's immediate superior, were opposed to this marriage.

Due to the nature of the Black Guards, it is natural to select talents from the bloodline of the Burgoni royal family.

It was these Black Guards of the Burgoni royal family who objected most loudly, using nothing more than stifling clichés about noble blood and ancient traditions.

Rupert's immediate superior happened—it was inevitable, not coincidental—to be from the House of Burgundy, so naturally he was quite receptive to this cliché.

Therefore, Rupert carefully concealed his attitude and never publicly expressed his support for Russell.

Rupert doesn't want to lose this job that makes him proud and is also honorable and respected (in Rupert's eyes).

Just as before today, Rupert could not imagine that anyone would dare to conflict with His Majesty's eyes and ears.

Rupert, who was performing surveillance duties nearby, heard the bone whistle signal of his colleague asking for help. He subconsciously thought that his colleague had discovered a fugitive - such as the Emperor of Night who had escaped from the dungeon.

Rupert, who was eager to make a contribution, was the first to rush to the vicinity of the Red Dragon's Throat with his young men. On the way, he also gathered more than ten other black guards who had received the bone whistle and rushed over.

Rupert felt very satisfied when he saw the citizens quickly making way.

These are the citizens of Gretzburg. They are civilized and efficient, and fully understand and cooperate with our work. It’s really great.

With the cooperation of the citizens, any fugitives will be quickly apprehended.

With such firm confidence, Rupert pushed open the door of the Red Dragon's Throat tavern and walked into the messy tavern with high spirits.

He casually glanced around the tavern hall, and saw a mess everywhere. Wine and blood were spilled everywhere, and countless jars and cans and wooden tables and chairs were smashed to pieces. It looked chaotic.

Haha, it looks like the colleague who sent out the distress signal had a fierce battle with the fugitive here!

Rupert admired his colleagues, but also became more vigilant. He waved his hand, and the Black Guards formed two teams and poured into the tavern like a tide.

Only then did Rupert speak: "What happened? I received a distress signal from my colleague. Does anyone know where my colleague went?"

Although no one responded, the brave people who stayed in the tavern all looked at a collapsed table in the middle of the tavern. Under the table, a black human figure was vaguely lying.

Rupert had no idea that in the mighty Gritzburg, someone actually dared to knock the Black Guard, who represented the royal power, to the ground. He turned his head and stared at the drinkers in confusion, trying to confirm what they meant.

Until another black guard whispered in his ear: "That's Ulrich!"

Ulrich? That name sounds familiar. I think there's a colleague in the Black Guard with that name...

Rupert nodded blankly, and he followed the black guard's finger to look at the armor that looked very familiar.

Then, an unbelievable thought came to his mind.

Could that be, the, Black Guard, Ulrich?

Rupert's mouth dropped open in shock.

249 Uproar

Rupert walked forward quickly and grabbed the black armor.

As soon as he started to use it, the cold and familiar touch made Rupert feel a chill in his heart. When he turned the black armor over and looked at the face of the familiar colleague who was in a coma, Rupert was at a loss.

This, how is this possible?

The possibility that the Black Guard, representing the royal power, would be openly attacked had never entered Rupert's mind.

Faced with this unimaginable reality, Rupert's brain was unable to understand it and he fell into a daze for a moment.

When he instinctively stretched out his trembling fingers to test Ulrich's breath and confirmed that this colleague who was hostile to the Occitania was just in a coma, he himself did not realize that he was relieved.

He pinched Ulrich's philtrum hard, and Ulrich woke up slowly and groaned.

This made Rupert completely relieved, but at the same time, a surge of anger suddenly surged in his chest.

He actually dared to openly attack the Black Guard. He is no longer an ordinary villain and must be dealt with severely!