Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

At this moment, the animal ears on Booker's head trembled slightly, and he shouted fiercely: "Read!"

The voice is loud and clear.

Ulrich subconsciously stood up straighter. "We are your Majesty's ears. We are your Majesty's eyes. We hear rumors and bring them before you. We see the darkness as if you were watching it firsthand."

Pop, pop, pop.

Booker clapped his hands three times, the smile of joy on his face not seeming fake. "It's great that you still remember, Ulrich."

Booker patted Ulrich's shoulder gently, his tone gentle, as if encouraging Ulrich.

But the words that came out of his mouth lightly made Ulrich break out in a cold sweat: "But how could His Majesty's eyes and ears attack Her Highness Eleanor's lover? Hmm?"

As Booker raised his nasal voice, the sword in his hand suddenly pierced Ulrich's heart, and Ulrich's blood splattered on his face.

Then Booker gave a light push, causing the black guard's body to fall to the ground with a thud.

Ulrich, who had turned into a corpse, had a blank look in his eyes. Before he could react, his life was taken away.

Booker still had a smile on his face. He gracefully took out a clean white handkerchief and gently wiped the blood that had splattered on his face. After he put the handkerchief away, he looked at Russell.

But before Booker could say anything, Russell spoke first: "I need to correct one thing, I am not Eleanor's lover."

"Oh? So the funny stories about you and Her Highness Eleanor that have been circulating in recent days are all fake?" Booker still had a warm smile on his face, and he seemed not to notice Francine clinging to Russell.

Russell sat in the pub for a while and heard a lot of dirty jokes about himself and Eleanor. He certainly knew what Booker was talking about.

"Ah, those are not all fake." Russell shook his head.

"Then you are, of course, Her Highness Eleanor's lover."

Booker's smile was so warm and radiant that Russell wanted to tear his face off.

Francine was extremely dissatisfied with Booker's words.

Today I am my brother-in-law's lover! Eleanor is just a little slave girl!

Francine's face had hardened.

But in the next second, Francine's face thawed as if spring had returned to the earth.

"No, I am Eleanor's master."

Russell said lightly.

Francine almost laughed out loud as she watched Booker's face suddenly stiffen and then force a smile back.

"Ahaha, you really know how to joke, Mr. Russell." Booker's smile was a little dry.

"I'm not kidding." Russell didn't give Booker any way out and continued to speak seriously.

The smile on Booker's face froze completely. Francine burst out laughing at this scene.

The girl's bell-like laughter and the sight of her shaking in Russell's arms made Booker completely embarrassed.

Eleanor is the daughter of King Frederick, and her bloodline is much more noble than Booker's side branch.

Russell repeatedly emphasized that Eleanor was his slave in front of other soldiers, which made Booker intolerable.

"Are you provoking the Burgoni royal family, Mr. Russell?" Booker asked in a stiff tone.

At this time, Booker was filled with anger.

This Russell is such an ungrateful brute!

I have personally killed the black guard who offended you to vent your anger. I also turned a blind eye to the woman in your arms other than Princess Eleanor. What else do you want from me?

However, in Russell's view, Booker's pretentious performance in front of him was itself a provocation that should not be taken seriously.

Do you dare to show this kind of evil behavior in front of King Frederick?

Why do you dare to perform your shaman dance in front of me? Do you think I'm easy to bully?

Therefore, Russell simply replied coldly: "I'm just provoking you."

"You!" Booker has always been a close confidant of King Frederick and represents the interests of a considerable number of people in the Burgoyne royal family, but no one has ever dared to speak rudely to him like this.

This lowly bastard! If His Majesty Friedrich hadn't been eager to marry you lowly people! I would have immediately let you know how powerful I am! Now you are so rude and impolite as to provoke me first?

Booker couldn't believe what he heard and was stunned.

Booker was stunned for just a moment, but in his sight, a fist quickly expanded.

The punch didn't seem fast, but he couldn't dodge it anyway, so the punch hit his right eye hard, making him see stars.

what happened?

Booker didn't react for a moment to what was happening. He covered his right eye after being hit by Russell's punch and was completely dazed.

Wait a minute, I, Booker, nephew of His Majesty Friedrich, the noble Bourgogne, second-in-command of the Black Guard, was beaten by a lowly Occitania in Gritzburg?

Booker couldn't digest this fact for a moment.

"One more! My brother-in-law is so awesome! One more!" Francine has always been someone who enjoys watching the fun. She kissed Russell and acted coquettishly to cheer him on.

"Okay, then give it another punch!" Russell also felt that Booker's face looked weird after the punch, so he excitedly swung his fist.

Now, Booker's face is finally symmetrical.

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Author's words: Thank you Canglang Kongkuo for the monthly ticket, reminder and coins

252 Penetration

Although Booker rolled on the ground and asked the Black Guards to arrest the murderer Russell, the Black Guards present only offered symbolic resistance.

This Mr. Russell actually slept with your Burgoyne princess. This is at best a family affair of yours...

Especially considering that this is a demon-slaying hero who killed demons with his own hands, and you are unable to withstand his fists, how can we, the minions, be his match?

Guided by this idea, the Black Guards bravely chased after Russell, who had swaggered out of the Red Dragon's Throat. Then, in full view of everyone, after Francine impatiently swung back, they let out a unified cry of surprise and fell to the ground in a mess.

Francine was stunned because she didn't encounter any black guards at all. Then she immediately realized that these black guards were just doing their job.

Humph, you guys are smart.

Francine turned up her nose and said smugly, "You're lucky my brother-in-law won't let me kill anyone."

Then she turned her head to look at Russell, a happy smile on her face, her eyes shining with the joy of a successful prank: "Let's go, brother-in-law."

So Russell put his arm around Francine, and the two of them swaggered towards the crowd, towards the group of guards who had just surrounded them.

The Royal City's guards had no idea that the Black Guard was just acting.

When the guards saw the usually arrogant and domineering Black Guards in such a miserable state, and were all thrown to the ground by a casual sweep of this seemingly weak woman, how could they still have the courage to block their way?

The crowd that gathered to watch the excitement was like the parted Red Sea, consciously spreading out to the sides, leaving enough space for Russell and Francine to pass side by side, and then quietly closing up after the two of them had passed.

Russell lowered his head and muttered a few words to Francine, and then everyone present seemed to see the beautiful woman transform into a huge red dragon in the distance.

"It's a red dragon! That woman is definitely a red dragon!" The waiter of the Red Dragon's Throat felt that his guess was confirmed, and he shouted.

This shout also resolved the doubts in the minds of most people present.

Countless eyes turned to the waiter, and many people recognized him as the waiter of Red Dragon's Throat.

As a result, the rumor that the owner of the Red Dragon's Throat tavern was the real Red Dragon spread like wildfire.

The black dogs ran to the Red Dragon's Throat to cause trouble, but happened to meet the real owner of the tavern. The angry owner beat the black dogs to a pulp. This content, which was loved by the citizens of Gritzburg, became widely circulated.

This made the Red Dragon's Throat famous, and drinkers flocked to the restaurant hoping to taste the liquor brewed by the real Red Dragon, and many also wanted to catch a glimpse of the proprietress behind the scenes.

Due to the interests involved, even the black guards including Rupert who deliberately fell to the ground insisted that they were knocked to the ground by the red dragon. This led even Booker to believe that the woman leaning on Russell was really a red dragon.

This judgment even ultimately influenced King Friedrich of Usedom. His Majesty did not wish to antagonize the legendary red dragon at this crucial juncture in the struggle against the Church.

So Booker, the deputy commander of the Black Guards, whose eyes were so swollen that he could hardly open them, went to the tavern to apologize with a black eye under the severe rebuke of His Majesty the King, and had to compensate the tavern owner for all his financial losses out of his own pocket.

As the reputation of the Red Dragon's Throat had already spread, the tavern was packed with guests when His Majesty's "chief dog" Booker came to visit.

So the "leader" humbly apologized to the tavern owner and paid compensation. Coupled with the ridiculous look on his face, Booker became a laughing stock in Gritzburg.

Booker, who always prided himself on his noble bloodline, fell seriously ill after this blow. This made Booker hate Russell to the point of madness. At the same time, he also hated "Red Dragon" Francine, but for now he could only bury this hatred deep in his heart.

Of course, there were more rumors that night than just this.

The news that Russell was a dragon knight and had at least a pair of red dragon sisters also spread like wildfire.

This was a celebrity affair, and word quickly spread throughout the city. The citizens of Gritsburg even offered numerous suggestions on the sexual positions Russell and Lady Red Dragon should follow.

The rumor spread so fast that just after Russell and Francine got rid of the tracking sight, they found a hotel and checked into a room. Russell couldn't wait to put Francine on the bed when they heard discussions outside the door.

Francine was blushing and closing her eyes, waiting for Russell to take off her clothes, but suddenly she burst out laughing.

Then she wrapped her arms around Russell's neck, like slender white lotus roots, and whispered softly in Russell's ear: "Brother-in-law, do you want to try the service of the little female dragon?"

Russell was almost unable to suppress his anger. Anything was fine for him, so he nodded and let Francine press him down on the bed.

Even though Francine had spied countless times and had been verbally teasing Russell, when the time came and it was her turn, she was still a little at a loss.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and recalled what her sister had done. She held Russell's upright spear with one hand, and gently opened her valley, which was already gurgling with spring tide, with the other hand. Then she slowly, slowly sat down.

She quietly reached down and felt the hot and thick thing slightly invading her secret garden. She quickly moved upwards as if she was burned, escaping from this first contact.

She felt shy, scared and sweet in her heart.

Is this my brother-in-law?

It's okay, Francine, you can do it, you just have to take it slow, ...

Francine bit her lip shyly, encouraged herself in her heart, and cautiously began her second attempt.

Well, brother-in-law, I’m finally going to be possessed by my brother-in-law.

When she felt the invasion of a foreign object for the second time, Francine did not escape immediately like she did the first time. She felt her face burning, but she suppressed her shyness and continued to sit down gently.

Although her body was fully prepared, her instinctive reserve still made her intend to continue testing it little by little.

At this moment, the big hands that had been playing with the mountains on Francine's chest suddenly grabbed Francine's waist, and then Russell thrust upward with all his strength, and Francine felt that a part of her was pierced.

Is this what my sister said, the first time I was possessed?

Francine felt a pain in the part that was pierced and torn. She felt sore and swollen. She was shy and sweet. She felt that after being pierced, all the strength in her body disappeared at once. She fell forward and fell limply on Russell's chest.

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Author's note: I forgot to set the timer to publish...

Oh, it’s time to go to work again. There are 20 to 30 days every month when I don’t want to go to work.

253 Advanced

Francine felt dizzy.

She didn't know what was going on when Russell suddenly turned over and pressed her down. She used her little fist to gently hit Russell's chest to express her dissatisfaction.

Francine felt a lot of resentment because she heard that the drinkers in the tavern either supported the little slave girl Eleanor or Cecilia, who had nothing to do with Russell.

For this reason, Francine wanted to vent her anger on Russell, so she took the initiative to ask to be on top.

But she didn't expect that she was so useless. She was easily manipulated by Russell, became dizzy, and then was pressed under him.

Although she felt her brother-in-law's tenderness, tenderness and sweetness surged in her heart, and pleasure spread to her limbs, she still used her weak fists to maintain her posture and express her dissatisfaction.

However, this weak and powerless fist was more of a tease than an outlet, and it was like adding fuel to the fire.

Seeing that Francine had recovered from the pain, adapted to his size, and even had enough strength to gently beat him, Russell let go of his hands and feet and increased the intensity of the beating.

Russell still has a lot of fire in his heart that he has nowhere to release.

Soon, Francine felt like she was just a pitiful little boat, while her brother-in-law was controlling the waves like a sea god.

She was tossed up and down in the storm of pleasure, at the mercy of the waves, barely maintaining her last bit of sanity like a tenacious boat, gritting her teeth to avoid capsizing.

Because her body inherited a part of Ha's divine drive, Francine has an extremely good adaptability and recovers from pain very quickly.

After realizing this, Russell further intensified his offensive. He slowly tested the enemy, and finally poured all the accumulated flames towards Francine.

As the tide grew more violent and the waves grew more turbulent, Francine's poor little boat finally abandoned everything and was lost in the raging waves.

Francine screamed with ecstasy, shouting meaningless words like a female animal, just to express the joy that was like waves of the ocean.

Her hands were already clinging to Russell's broad and strong back, and her legs were unconsciously wrapped around Russell's strong waist.