Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Rupert, furious, turned his head sharply, staring at the onlookers with a stern gaze, and asked sternly, "Where did the villain who beat him up like this go to escape to?"

The drinkers all looked behind Rupert's sight.

Rupert turned around subconsciously and saw a smiling young man with a beautiful woman dressed in makeup in his arms.

Humph, this Occitania youth might have done such a stupid thing to show off just to make the woman laugh.

Rupert has seen many young people who are ignorant of the world and often do things that are reckless in order to show off their abilities to the opposite sex.

Today this young man seems particularly reckless.

Rupert laughed contemptuously. He looked at the Occitania man seriously, wanting to spread today's events as a joke.

He calmly handed the awakened Ulrich to his men, stood up slowly, and tried to put pressure on the young man in front of him with his eyes.

Hmm? Why does this Occitania guy look so familiar?

The more Rupert looked, the more he felt something was wrong. He felt as if he had seen this young man somewhere before... The smile on his face froze.

"You, you, you, you, you are Lord Russell! You are Lord Russell who killed the devil!" Rupert, who finally recognized his idol, had a blank mind and blurted out, causing an uproar in the tavern.

The name Russell has become well-known in Greetzburg recently, and his reputation as a hero who killed the devil has been widely spread in the streets and alleys of Greetzburg.

Especially in the Red Dragon's Throat tavern, a fight had just broken out because of a dispute over who Russell should marry.

The drinkers' eyes all fell on Russell's face, as if they wanted to remember the appearance of this demon-slaying hero firmly in their hearts.

The fact that this demon-slaying hero was accompanied by a beautiful woman with a radiant gaze—especially since this beautifully dressed woman was neither Princess Eleanor nor Sister Cecilia—made this affair even more eye-catching.

At this time, Russell smiled and said, "Ah, it's me."

Rupert idolizes Russell, who slew the demon, and is also loyal to King Frederick.

After Russell confirmed his identity, Rupert's mind went blank and he had no idea how to deal with this difficult matter.

Rupert, relying on the instinct of a black guard, stammered, "He, he, Ulrich, Ulrich is you, you..."

Russell smiled and shook his head: "It wasn't me who hit him."

Ah! So it wasn't you who hit me! That's great! It's really great! My worst premonition didn't come true.

Rupert breathed a sigh of relief and a natural smile appeared on his face.

However, the words of the beautiful woman next to Russell made Rupert's smile freeze on his face.

Francine wrapped her arms around Russell's, holding his arm against her chest. She tilted her head playfully, stuck out her tongue, and said with a grin, "It wasn't my brother-in-law who hit him, it was me. For Eleanor's sake, I only gave him a small punishment."

These words contained so much information that Rupert was stunned.

At the same time, it also made the pub boil again.

The drinkers chatted excitedly, and for a moment, the "Red Dragon's Throat" was filled with noise and chatter like a chicken coop.

"What does this beautiful woman who is hugging Russell call Russell? Brother-in-law!"

"This means that the demon-slaying hero Russell is already married! To this woman's sister!"

Then the drinkers remembered the recent affair between Princess Eleanor and Russell, which had been all over the streets.

"Then Her Highness Eleanor has become Mr. Russell's lover?"

"Maybe she's Her Highness Eleanor's sister! Sir Russell has secretly married Her Highness Eleanor!"

"Nonsense! Where does she look like a royal? She can't possibly have royal blood!"

"But, Her Highness Eleanor, Her Highness Eleanor..."

"This woman is obviously familiar with Her Highness Eleanor. Did you hear what she just said? 'For Eleanor's sake!'"

"Look how beautiful she is, her sister must be a beauty too!"

"Damn it! This Russell not only has a crush on both sisters, but he openly brought his sister-in-law to the tavern to drink and flirt! Is he also the lover of Her Highness Eleanor?"

"This is really, this is really too enviable... too infuriating!"

The drinkers were in an uproar, but Rupert remained calm.

If the woman in front of him was really closely related to Her Highness Eleanor, this matter would not be a difficult one for him, because he had no right to deal with it at all.

"Are you friends with Her Highness Eleanor?" Rupert asked tentatively.

Francine tilted her head with a smile, a thoughtful look on her face. "I'm sorry, but our relationship isn't as good as you say. I guess Eleanor and I can't really be considered friends. Hmm... are we friends at all?"

Humph, is my brother-in-law’s little slave girl worthy of being my friend?

Francine thought with a little pride in her heart.

Rupert's gaze calmed.

Since you are not a friend of Her Royal Highness the Princess, I will have to handle this matter impartially.

Rupert took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and made up his mind.

However, just as Rupert's expression calmed down, Francine nodded at the right time, as if confirming what she had just said. She added: "Well, although we often sleep in the same bed, we are not really friends. Right, brother-in-law?"

Francine's words once again caused an uproar among the drinkers.

There is no second update in the evening

My wife suddenly felt unwell, so I accompanied her to the hospital for emergency treatment. Please forgive me.

250 New Techniques

Francine hadn't lied.

During the time when she was without a body, if it was not Eleanor's turn to serve Russell, Eleanor would follow Russell's orders and put Francine's soul box on the bed when she went to bed.

The details of this are naturally unknown to outsiders.

Therefore, when these words reached the ears of the drinkers, they were naturally misunderstood.

"Did you hear that? This woman slept with him along with Her Highness Eleanor! This damned, lucky bastard!"

"Maybe there's her sister too!"

"There must be her sister!"

The voices whispering to each other became more and more fierce, and the eyes looking at Russell were full of envy.

In such a noisy and chaotic atmosphere, Rupert found himself unexpectedly calm.

At this moment, the surrounding noise seemed to no longer reach his ears.

Rupert's voice was very calm. He asked directly, "So, Madam, why did you attack a Black Guard? According to the decree of His Majesty Frederick, you will be imprisoned and put on trial—"

Before he could finish his words, Russell interrupted him: "You are mistaken, sir. We did not attack the Black Guard; he attacked us. My companion was simply forced to fight back."

"Are you accusing a loyal black guard of His Majesty Frederick?" Rupert hesitated for a moment. Facing his idol, the demon-slaying hero, he chose to swallow the word "slander" and changed it to "accusation".

"Yes, after this Black Guard pretended to be a drunkard and caused a conflict among the guests of Red Dragon's Throat, he quietly hid himself. Then he changed into black armor, sneaked down from there, and then jumped down from there and tried to attack me and my female companion. Then he became like this now." Russell said slowly, and finally, his sharp gaze fell on Ulrich who had just recovered.

Rupert subconsciously followed Russell's gaze towards Ulrich. He already believed Russell's words to the point of believing them.

As a native of Gritzburg, Ulrich has always been quite hostile to outsiders. He not only resisted the people of West Usedom who migrated here after the Great Retreat, but also looked down on Rupert who was from Meldorf.

Although Ulrich managed to hide this resistance and contempt, he did not conceal it very well. Rupert did not need to put in much effort to detect Ulrich's subtle contempt.

If Ulrich tried to conceal his contempt for outsiders, he made no secret of his hostility towards the Occitania refugees.

This was not the first time that Ulrich had caused trouble for the Occitanias.

Rupert could easily name at least ten different stories.

So when Rupert heard Russell say this, he believed it 70%.

As for Ulrich, he was shocked. He was always conceited and was confused after being hit hard by a punch and was still unable to face the reality.

He never expected that his whereabouts were seen clearly by Russell. He thought his concealment was perfect.

Not only that, Russell's sharp gaze made him even more afraid. Ulrich was shocked and frightened. In panic, he blurted out, "How, how is this possible? How could you, how could you see so clearly?"

This is tantamount to confessing one's guilt without being asked.

Ulrich turned pale as soon as he said this. He knew he had said the wrong thing, but he didn't understand why he said such a stupid thing.

Originally, as long as he refused to admit it, even the demon-slaying hero Russell would be unable to do anything to him, the Black Guard.

But now he had foolishly admitted what he had just done. What awaited him was probably being stripped of his position as Black Guard.

There was an uproar in the tavern.

The big fight just now involved almost everyone present, and many drinkers were injured. Now hearing that all this was instigated by the Black Guard, the anger of being fooled surged in the hearts of every drinker.

The Black Guards had originally caused dissatisfaction among many citizens and were contemptuously called Black Dogs, and their rule was maintained entirely by high pressure.

But now, the originally majestic black guard on the ground was beaten badly, with a fist mark on the armor on his abdomen.

In the eyes of the witnesses in the tavern, Francine's punch completely shattered the Black Guard's authority, and the alcohol made the drinkers even braver.

For a moment, this team of black guards was caught up in the drinking guests' shouting and cursing.

The tavern owner also crawled out from behind the bar at this time, jumping up and down and demanding that the black guard compensate him for the loss of his tavern.

If you don't have the right reason, you won't be strong. The Black Guard, caught in an awkward situation, mentally chopped Ulrich into dozens of pieces.

As His Majesty's eyes and ears, you didn't monitor properly, but instead messed things up. Even worse, you got caught messing around! Even worse than getting caught messing around, you actually admitted it!

Looking at the Black Guards who were shrinking their necks and immersed in accusations, Russell chuckled and exchanged a glance with Francine.

This technique of exerting pressure on the soul to force others to tell the truth was inspired by Bishop Grayne and Francine.

Bishop Grayen once chatted about some of the interrogation techniques he used when he was the head of the Inquisition. Francine privately told Russell that she thought some techniques were more effective when combined with spiritual pressure.

Now that Russell used this magic, he really forced the black guard to personally admit the stupid things he had done.

Francine's eyes sparkled with amusement, but her tone was full of regret. She gently leaned over and blew into Russell's ear, tickling it.

Francine said quietly, "Alas, brother-in-law, I'm afraid you won't be able to teach me real boxing today."

"Don't be impatient, that's not certain yet." Russell raised his eyebrows and gently hugged Francine's waist.

Francine took advantage of the situation and clung to Russell's chest, smiling and saying, "Really? Then I can't wait for my brother-in-law to show off his skills."

Francine had barely finished her words when a booming voice rang out from the entrance of the tavern. "What's going on? Who blew the bone whistle? Why are you gathering here and making such a noise?"

A middle-aged man wearing black armor and a white cloak, but without a helmet, revealing a pair of animal ears, walked into the tavern with a swagger, holding a sword.

The Burgoni family's rule over Usedom had become a habit, and the appearance of the royal family made the drinkers subconsciously shut up.

The middle-aged man glanced around and saw Rupert. He squinted his eyes and asked, "Huh? Rupert, you're here too. Have you figured out what's going on? Tell me about it."

He lifted his cloak and sat down on the chair with a majestic posture, not taking anyone seriously.

251 Symmetry

Rupert hurried over and reported to his immediate superior: "It's like this, Mr. Booker..."

Rupert lowered his voice and reported the current situation to his boss in a concise manner.

Booker sat leisurely in the chair and listened to Rupert's report.

He nodded frequently as he listened and smiled at the onlookers.

The customers could hardly bear the pressure and left one after another. Even the tavern owner, whose shop had been vandalized, left the Red Dragon's Throat, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Only Russell was still standing there with his arms around Francine, looking like a bystander watching the fun.

Booker looked at Russell with amusement, gave him a friendly smile, nodded, and stood up with his hands on the sword.

Booker, who was of royal blood, strode up to Ulrich and looked carefully at the black guard who was caught in the act with an unfriendly look.

Ulrich pursed his lips tightly. His colleague, who had been supporting him, tactfully let him go. He struggled to stand straight, resisting the urge to cross his arms.

He avoided meeting the eyes of Booker, the big leader, and chose to stare at Booker's bearded - or perhaps hairy - chin to ease the fear and tension in his heart.

Booker's tone was very stern. He asked, "Ulrich, do you remember the oath of the Black Guard?"

"remember."

"Very good, very good, as long as you still remember it." Booker smiled and seemed very relieved.

Ulrich's heart, which was originally hanging in the air, became even more nervous. He knew the rumors about this superior. The low-level black guards said that it was okay if Lord Booker had a stern face, but as soon as he smiled, something bad would happen.