Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

However, hiding in this armor is hopeless, as can be seen from the bowl-sized hole at the heart of the previous armor, this armor cannot withstand the attack of the Demon Centurion.

Russell judged that he needed fighting skills.

So Russell quietly turned his head and looked at the profile of the sleeping Margaret.

Judging from Margaret's skills and the family background vaguely revealed in her diary, her family seems to be quite well-off.

In addition, Russell had learned some powerful moves from Margaret before, so he thought Margaret was qualified to be his swordsmanship teacher.

Let's discuss this with Margaret tomorrow...

Russell felt relieved that he had found a solution and fell into a deep sleep.

The Demon Centurion and its opponent were as precise as clockwork. As soon as the sun rose, the sound of fighting began, waking Russell and Margaret from their deep sleep on time.

"Good morning, Margaret." Russell kissed Margaret on the lips before speaking his mind.

Margaret agreed readily. "Yes, my lord, no problem. I will naturally offer you my family's swordsmanship. To be honest, my father, Ludwig Wallhausen, is the chief knight of Usedom. If my father's swordsmanship can please you, I believe he will be very pleased."

Uh, if you said this to your father in front of him, he would probably draw his sword and chop me down...

The daughter she adopted was bewitched and brainwashed by a wild boy who came from nowhere. Not only did she lose her body, but she also lost her family's proud swordsmanship.

This is not just love-brained, but ten times more serious. She regards the wild boy as a god and does not even ask for him to be her wife. She is satisfied with the status of a priest.

Russell put himself in the guy's shoes and thought about it. If he encountered such a thing, he would definitely draw his sword and cut the guy into pieces.

Russell had no desire to learn how powerful the swordsmanship of the chief knight of Usedom, the country of knights, was.

"Wait a minute, you said you are from Usedom, the country of knights? Your father is the chief knight of Usedom? Then the commander of the battle to annihilate the Demon Centurion is..." Russell suddenly realized the problem.

"It's my father," Margaret said casually.

Russell swallowed subconsciously as he thought of the ferocious Demon Centurion that he lacked the courage to even look at head-on, and how Margaret's father had commanded and annihilated a Demon Centurion with such ease.

No wonder Margaret only met good people in her diary. Even when she was seasick, the ship's doctor secretly offered her a bottle of fine wine. Moreover, she was the only person on the pilgrimage ship who did not need to fast. I thought the people in this other world were particularly simple and honest...

No, at least before returning to Usedom to meet my parents, I have to find a way to change Margaret's wrong ideas.

Russell made up his mind secretly.

"Uh, why didn't you tell me such an important thing earlier..." Russell wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I didn't know your family was so prominent, Margaret."

"Prudence, justice, perseverance, and moderation are the family mottos of the Walhausen family. It is not worthwhile to show off meaninglessly for the sake of fame." Margaret said this subconsciously. It seems that her family education is quite strict.

Well, what would a strict father do when he encounters a wild boy who cheated on his daughter?

Russell felt his teeth begin to ache. "Okay, okay. So, would your father be happy to see the Walhausen family's swordsmanship spread?"

Perhaps it was his male chauvinism that made Russell not want to be a live-in son-in-law.

"My Lord, you are not an outsider. It is an honor for the Walhausen family to be able to offer our sword skills to you!" Margaret's answer was still enthusiastic. "I'm sure my father will be very happy!"

Forget it. There is no better way right now. Let’s talk about the future later.

Russell thought helplessly. Then he began to learn swordsmanship from Margaret.

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Author's words: Thank you Da Miao for your commanding attitude

023 Swordsmanship and Morning Prayer

In fact, the progress of practicing swordsmanship far exceeded Russell's expectations.

Russell realized that he understood his body very well, as if he were a natural warrior.

The various force-generating techniques and key points of each move that Margaret described were almost all understood at once. Margaret just demonstrated a little and Russell practiced a little, and they became very proficient in them.

After only an hour or two, Margaret decided that there was nothing more to teach Russell.

This progress was far beyond Russell's expectations. Russell was surprised and happy about it, but Margaret looked as if she was used to it.

As expected, he is worthy of being my lord. He has mastered the sword technique thoroughly, which would take a mortal at least five years of hard work to master, just like playing a game.

In Margaret's view, Russell's rapid mastery of swordsmanship was a matter of course, and this incident only reinforced her belief that Russell was a god incarnate.

Of course, for some reason, this young god really doesn't like to mention his true identity.

Hmm... perhaps it's the Lord's humble character that keeps him from seeking fame? Considering his noncommittal attitude toward false beliefs, coupled with his apparent disapproval of missionary work, perhaps he doesn't need the faith of fools?

Margaret was also thinking about Russell's attitude.

No, could it be that our Lord, who has compassion for the world and came to the world to personally slay the devil, would have the heart to watch the world miss the truth? Would it be that He would have the heart to watch the world continue to be deceived and blinded by that false faith?

I must let the world praise His name!

Margaret was just about to make a grand resolution with great excitement when she realized that something seemed to be wrong.

Wait a minute, why would the Lord not approve of His name being spread throughout the world? If He doesn't need believers, why would He perform miracles on me?

Why am I particularly favored by the Lord? Is it because I am naturally indifferent to hypocrisy? Is it because I am a scholar? Does the Lord favor the secret societies of the elite?

Russell's defense that he was not a god gave Margaret a new idea - or to be more precise, a new misunderstanding - and she decided to adjust the way she would spread Russell's beliefs in the future, changing her open preaching method to taking an upper-level route.

Russell didn't know that his first believer was trying hard to do something big for him. At this time, he was wondering why he had mastered such swordsmanship so quickly.

Could it be that the predecessor of this body of mine was also from the Walhausen family?

No, that's not right. Margaret didn't have any special reaction when she saw the intact shield on the armor. It was as if she was looking at an unfamiliar shield, which meant that her body didn't even come from Usedom, the country of knights.

The second possibility is that with the help of fire, he was able to control his body extremely finely, which allowed him to master this sword technique so quickly.

As Russell thought about this, he placed his hand on his heart, as if asking a question to the flame.

So Russell quickly entered a dream - or more precisely, an illusion.

In the illusion, Russell became a performing apprentice who controlled a puppet.

At first, he was just a poor apprentice, and his skills were far from those of his teacher who was transformed from flames.

He couldn't even complete the puppet performance independently, so the teacher would teach him step by step.

Later, he began to become somewhat proficient, and the teacher began to force him to perform on stage, watching him go from clumsy to proficient, and from proficient to refined.

During this process, the teacher helped him step by step to control the puppet.

Gradually, his manipulation of the puppets became more and more refined and sophisticated. He began to have experience in how to finely control the force and how to accurately express every movement of the puppet.

Gradually, he began to control it perfectly, and finally, after working with his teacher to complete a very sophisticated performance, he won thunderous applause from the audience.

When he was bowing, he saw that the person sitting in the front row of the audience and leading the applause towards him was his teacher.

So, he finally realized that when the performance was halfway through, the teacher had quietly retired, and he finally no longer needed the teacher's help and had complete control over the puppet.

Amidst warm applause, the illusion quickly faded away, and Russell returned to the dim cellar.

What the flame wanted to say through the illusion was very clear.

The flame initially helped Russell control his body, but in the process of helping Russell practice this sword technique, Russell's soul had completely understood and controlled this body, and had successfully merged with the body of this native.

Russell just smiled with satisfaction, then he realized something was wrong.

Margaret was kneeling in front of him at this time, serving him obediently and devoutly with her lips and tongue.

"What are you doing, Margaret?" Russell asked in surprise.

Margaret was startled and explained in a panic, "My Lord, I noticed you suddenly became dazed and thought you needed another sacrifice. I wanted to start the sacrifice seriously, but I didn't hear your will, so I carefully chose the method you specified last night..."

Because Margaret hesitated, her words were mumbled and Russell could only barely understand her.

Uh, I just communicated with the flame, how could you misunderstand me...

This made Russell feel a little helpless. He had to hold his heart and said silently: Don't let me be dazed in broad daylight in the future. If you have anything to say, just tell me in your dreams at night.

The flame flickered slightly in Russell's heart, indicating that he understood.

Seeing that Russell did not seem displeased, Margaret calmed down and continued to serve Russell attentively.

In fact, Margaret's skills are far from being proficient, but she is very patient and her attitude is very serious.

Russell's hand stroked her cascading golden hair and he began to teach her in a low voice.

Margaret listened to Russell's instructions very carefully. Her curious big eyes were full of thirst for knowledge, just like the top students in the class staring at their teacher.

No, this is even more lethal than the focused, serious and curious eyes of a top student, because this look is also mixed with the trust and worship of the devout believers for the gods, and it does not even contain much lust, but appears very simple and clear.

Therefore, although Margaret's skills were far from proficient, her eyes brought Russell great psychological satisfaction, and Russell soon could not control himself.

Margaret's eyes flashed with joy, and she tightly wrapped her lips around her lips, refusing to leave a gap for fear that a drop would leak out.

After she swallowed the essence with a gulp, she extended her little tongue, carefully cleaning every corner, and then rolled them all into her mouth and swallowed them.

Finally, she clenched her fists, clasped them together in front of her chest, closed her eyes, knelt in front of Russell, and prayed softly: "Thank you, Lord, for generously giving me food."

Her voice was ethereal and sacred, and her quivering eyelashes were beautiful and pure. Russell felt his fighting spirit rise again, but fortunately he managed to control himself.

Russell suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with him and Margaret really positioning their relationship as that of a god and his believers - as long as he could survive the sword of Margaret's father.

But now is not the time to think so far ahead. The most urgent task is to survive from the two demon centurions.

Russell decided to let Margaret be his guide today and take him around the town of Saint-Bran to find another way down the mountain.

When Margaret finished her devout morning prayers and a smile returned to her face, Russell asked her, "How is it, Margaret? How far can you drive the flame?"

"My Lord, please forgive my stupidity. For now, I can only use it to dispel the darkness." Margaret whispered, seeming a little dissatisfied with herself.

Russell was afraid Margaret would come up with something strange again, so he quickly advised, "Don't worry, the flame's function will be gradually developed later. Come, follow me. Today I'll trouble you to show me around Saint Blanc."

"Yes, my lord. It is my honor."

When Russell wasn't controlled by his lower body, he still felt that the relationship between gods and believers was strange, so he said, "Don't call me 'Lord' from now on. It sounds weird. Just call me Russell."

"Even if you have every preference, I cannot overstep my bounds, my Lord."

Russell sighed and gave in to the stubborn Margaret: "At least call me Russell when there are outsiders around. This is an order."

"Yes, my lord."

"Didn't he say his name was Russell?"

"But there are no outsiders present now, my lord."

"Forget it, come, let's go to the church and I'll pick out a sword that suits you." Russell shook his head, climbed out of the cellar along the ladder, and then extended his hand to Margaret.

For Russell, this was just an unintentional act. He just subconsciously reached out to take care of his woman.

But it was completely different for Margaret. In Margaret's eyes, God reached out his hand from the light high above to her who was still in the dark cellar, which made her feel a thrill.

This contrast between light and dark once again deepened the sacredness of Russell in Margaret's heart.

We must find the most outstanding painter to paint this scene in oil painting to promote the mercy and grace of our Lord.

Margaret swore secretly, and she silently grabbed the hand that Russell extended to her, which made her feel warm.

Amid the earth-shaking battle between the two high-level demons, it seemed as if only her god was left in Margaret's eyes.

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Author's Note: Thanks to IEEE 802.15.4 and Starpoint for their contributions.

Thanks to Wangwangmiao for the monthly ticket and coins

024 Overcoming all obstacles

"My Lord, are you telling me to protect myself and that you can't give me life again?"

Margaret asked curiously after leaving the abandoned church and passing by the blooming spirea.

Russell pointed to another spirea that had bloomed under his flame and said, "Yes, look at that spirea. I can only make it bloom again once. See that pile of ashes next to it? That was a spirea that once bloomed in the flame, but when I gave it the flame a second time, it was completely burned to ashes."

Considering what Margaret had said before, asking Russell not to care about her life, Russell felt that he had to make the issue clear.

What if Margaret thought she could resurrect her infinitely and acted recklessly? Russell didn't think he had the ability to bring her back to life a second time.

"I will follow your orders, my lord." Margaret replied respectfully.

Russell nodded, relieved.

Margaret looked thoughtfully at the spirea swaying in the cold wind.

Russell, a careless guy with little understanding of nature, could not think of this, but Margaret, as a keen naturalist, immediately noticed the problem.

If she remembered correctly, spirea was once only distributed on the grasslands in the northwest corner of the island, and few people in this small town had ever planted it.