Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Several people were besieging a ship anchored by the sea. One of the swordsmen was holding a very eye-catching sword, which was faintly emitting a faint light.

These Lost Souls disguised as adventurers are controlled by Trodal.

Trodal suspected that when Russell destroyed the "Source of Wisdom" yesterday, he had seen that the Lost Souls would lose their ability to move after leaving the gray fog.

So in order to avoid exposing its flaws, it spent a lot of effort to dress up the several soul-lost puppets it controlled as normal adventurers.

These "adventurers" pretended to be besieging a ship, but every time their arrows were about to hit the ship, a blue magic barrier would appear around the hull and deflect the arrows.

It was a small ship, now anchored in the sea. The adventurers were struggling to fight in the waist-deep water, and only the sword was quite eye-catching.

"That's the sword of Saint Bran!" Margaret identified it and said to Russell.

Russell had to admire Margaret as a natural born actress. She didn't reveal the slightest sense of incongruity when she mentioned the word "Saint Bran".

The appearance of this sword also made Russell more vigilant against "Butler Roald".

Although it can be explained that the sword was accidentally lost during the demon's rampage and then happened to be picked up by these adventurers, isn't that too many coincidences?

In Russell's opinion, the sword was more likely to fall into the hands of a demon than into the hands of some lucky adventurer who happened to land on the island today.

Hmm? Wait, a demon?

Russell blinked.

Oh, no wonder "Butler Roald" completely forgot the brotherly love he had shown to the fallen knights. If it wasn't human, but a demon that didn't understand human emotions, then it would make sense.

Some Lesser Demon commanders will disguise themselves as Dwarf Demons and blend into the Dwarf Demon team, which shows that some demons are good at disguise.

Russell looked at the meticulous "Butler Roald".

The Lesser Demon Commander can command the Lesser Demons through soul link and puppetry.

Russell looked at the adventurers who were besieging the small boat in a similar posture.

It seems that if it is a demon, it is most likely a high-level demon...

Russell thought of the demon centurion who was thrown into the sea yesterday, and he felt that everything seemed to make sense.

No wonder it urged me to deal with the demon centurion trapped in the acid swamp.

No wonder as a high-level demon, it didn't just turn against the enemy and crush him with its strength, but pretended to be the butler, because it was seriously injured.

So, is it appropriate to confront it now?

Russell recalled the lion-like aura displayed by the demon centurion when he entered the church. He thought about it and felt that it would be risky to turn against him rashly.

Then, Russell felt the flame in his chest that was about to turn completely orange.

Well, if I kill another Demon Centurion and absorb its soul, I can advance. It would be better to confront it then.

Russell made up his mind.

Russell decided to test it again to see if those "adventurers" were controlled by this guy and to what extent.

Russell then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey! Good morning, everyone! Can you lend us that sword? We're going to defeat the only remaining demon centurion on this island!"

Trodal was startled.

Controlling puppets to speak is a very complex skill, which it has not fully mastered. It can only control these lost souls to shout a few simple words.

If we were to talk to each other, we would be exposed.

Trodal, unaware that he had been discovered by Russell, immediately took remedial measures.

Those "adventurers" were immediately "furious" after being so shamelessly mocked. They turned around in a rage, yelled some simple syllables, and launched a fierce attack on Russell's "group of three".

"Master, I simply felt these people were barbaric and unreasonable. That's why I didn't greet them earlier and instead walked around them," Trodal said confidently. "Now it seems you need to demonstrate your strength to these foolish and arrogant people, Honorable Master Russell."

Tsk, Russell smacked his lips, feeling that he got the answer from the reaction of "Butler Roald".

"Well said, Roald, then I'll leave these people to you!"

Russell didn't mind playing a good-for-nothing second-generation rich man who came from a wealthy family and relied solely on his subordinates, and he simply put the blame on Trodal.

Huh? No? This? Isn't it you, Master Russell, who's showing off your skills to win the heart of this beautiful woman? Why are you throwing the problem to me?

Trodal, who had just been amazed at his own quick wit, was stunned by Russell's unconventional move.

"What's wrong? What are you daydreaming about? Come on, Roald, kill these untouchables who dare to offend this young master! These untouchables are not the demons who will add glory to me, they are not worthy of me drawing my sword!" Russell said arrogantly.

After hearing this, Margaret almost couldn't control herself and laughed out loud.

She snuggled in Russell's arms, and Russell felt her trembling slightly. It seemed that she was having a hard time holding back her laughter.

Trodal didn't expect that his identity had been discovered by Russell. He still wanted to continue the trick, so he had to bite the bullet and fight with the lost soul he controlled.

Fortunately, this did not pose a problem for it. After all, these adventurers were actually controlled by it. While it pretended to fight fiercely, it missed several adventurers. After all, it still had to observe the combat effectiveness of "Master Russell".

"Master, be careful, master! There are untouchables coming towards you!" The loyal butler did not forget to shout and remind Russell.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to Wang 18 for the reminder and coins

037 sword

"I'm going to keep some cards in reserve. These lost souls are mainly left to you, Margaret." Russell gently kissed Margaret's earlobe and took the opportunity to whisper.

"Yes, my Lord," Margaret agreed obediently. Since Russell said these adventurers were Lost Souls, then they were Lost Souls. She didn't say a word of unnecessary nonsense.

Russell believed that his side had to prove their combat effectiveness - this showed that they were still useful, and at the same time they had to appear difficult to deal with so that the seriously injured Demon Centurion would not dare to turn against them easily.

At the same time, you must also keep a backup plan so that when you really confront this demon centurion, you can kill it by surprise.

So, it is a better decision to let Margaret show her fighting ability first, and then show her fighting ability according to the situation.

"Hahaha, these untouchables are not worth my effort. Margaret, do you want to go and relax?" Russell laughed.

"Okay, then leave it to me." Margaret said excitedly. She left Russell's arms, rolled up her trouser legs, drew her sword, and got into position.

The two of them looked just like a young man and woman hunting rabbits in the woods.

Margaret went straight for the three Lost Souls who were rushing towards her.

Trodal's sophisticated puppet manipulation is far beyond the reach of the Lesser Demon Commander. Under his control, the three Lost Souls formed a battle formation that protected each other, looking quite airtight.

Especially the Lost Soul leading the group, who held an extremely sharp sword in his hand. Margaret had to avoid its edge and deal with them patiently.

Well, this woman is pretty good, but not too strong. I want to see how strong that "Master Russell" is.

On the surface, Trodal was fighting hard with the two Lost Souls, but in fact, his mind was fully focused on observing the battle on Margaret's side.

Margaret fought with the three Lost Souls for a long time, and finally gained the upper hand with her family's swordsmanship and footwork. She seized the opportunity and swung her sword at one of the Lost Souls.

Then, the sword used by Saint Bran suddenly stretched out from a strange angle, blocking Margaret's sword, and it easily cut off the sword in Margaret's hand.

Humph, your woman is in danger, you should take action, right?

Trodal snorted coldly.

Then there was a whoosh and Russell fired his crossbow.

With the help of the flame, Russell's hand-eye coordination ability was greatly improved. Russell deliberately did not enchant the arrow with flame, but the arrow still hit the Lost Soul's head accurately.

Russell took advantage of the opportunity. He knew that the Lost Soul could continue fighting even though his head was nailed through, but if the Demon Centurion wanted to continue acting, he would not let the Lost Soul stand up again at this time.

Damn it! This guy has to quit the fight! Trodal knew that a person would die after being nailed through the head, and just as Russell had expected, he had to give up commanding this soulless person.

So the guy who was shot by the arrow fell down with a thud.

Its body fell on the beach, blood gushing out of the wound on its head, dyeing the sea water that surged in at high tide red. Then its body was swept back into the sea by the rising tide and washed away.

The unstoppable sword in its hand also fell to the ground.

Margaret was quick-witted and quick-handed. She threw the broken sword in her hand and then picked up the sword that was shining with cold light.

With good weapons in hand, the power of her swordsmanship was naturally completely different from before. Margaret chopped the two lost souls into several pieces with just a few swipes of the sword.

So they had no choice but to accept being chopped into pieces, falling miserably on the beach, and then being swept away by the waves.

Throughout the battle, Russell only used a crossbow. The sword he picked up from the church in the morning was still on his waist. He did not draw the sword, thus almost completely concealing his strength.

Russell judged that if he did not reveal his strength at all, this demon centurion would not have the courage

Margaret remained calm, as if the person in danger just now was not herself. She walked back to Russell with a smile.

"Look, this is the holy sword used by Saint Bran that can exorcise evil spirits!" Margaret said to Russell with some pride.

"It was so dangerous just now, weren't you scared?" Russell's first concern was for Margaret, who remained calm.

Margaret was happy in her heart, but she still smiled on her face: "Of course I know you won't let me put myself in danger, right? Let's take a look at this sword."

Margaret handed the sword to Russell as if she were presenting a treasure, and at the end of her words, she mouthed the word "My Lord".

Russell held the sword and looked at this "holy sword" carefully. It was a long sword with smooth lines, lightness and elegance.

The sword blade has a cold silver luster, and every inch of the sword is forged to be extremely solid.

The sword's edge was sharpened to be extremely thin, and the blade shone with a faint glow, as if it could cut off the sunlight, and it was chilling.

Margaret took the arm of the soulless man she had cut off and gently touched it against the sword blade. The flesh was immediately cut by the sword blade, and blood dripped down.

Then Russell also walked forward, picked up Margaret's broken sword, and gently slashed it with the sword. With a clang, Russell didn't even feel any obstruction, and the original broken sword was easily cut into two pieces again.

"It's indeed a fine sword..." Russell praised it, then shouted impatiently, "Roald, why haven't you finished the battle yet? Really, you still want us to clean up the mess for you! We already got the sword!"

Trodal had no choice but to pretend to deal with the two "suddenly crazy" lost souls, and then walked back.

"Master, I have done a poor job. Please punish me." Trodal had to act ashamed.

"Forget it, Roald. Since we got the Holy Sword, let's forget about it this time." Russell waved his hand unhappily, then pointed at the boat. "Is that the boat you took when you landed?"

Russell suspected that the ship was also a trick of the devil, so he decided to test the waters first.

"I don't know where this ship came from. It doesn't belong to the Occitania expedition fleet. I don't recognize the flag it's flying. Master, I didn't land nearby." Trodal still patiently talked about the background he made up.

In fact, this ship was also chosen by Trodal. The original owner of this ship was a female magician.

The female magician used the magic circle on the ship to resist the two demon centurions for a long time and killed many demons.

Relying on the bonus of the ship, she released a variety of magic to cause a lot of trouble to the demons, until the demon general passed by, ordered his centurions to fight in turns, and then took advantage of her magic power to suck away her soul through the air, finally ending the battle.

Although the female magician died, there were many magic circles on her ship, which tore many demons that tried to break in into pieces, so the demons had no choice but to let the ship drift here and pretend it didn't exist.

Trodal thought that maybe he could trick these two people onto the ship and see what they were capable of, so he chose this place as the battlefield.

After failing to find out Russell's true identity, Trodal continued to probe, "Master, would you like me to go and greet the ship owner? After all, we helped him solve a minor problem, and it's only right that he come out and express his gratitude to you."

Russell looked down at the sword in his hand, examining it as if he couldn't let it go. He said absentmindedly, "Well, okay, go ahead."

Russell's attitude made Trodal a little impatient. He was originally willing to act as a butler because he regarded Russell as a stronger person than himself.

Now that Russell is trying to hide his strength, in Trodal's eyes, it is naturally a sign of lack of confidence.

In addition, Trodal watched all the way, and it always felt that it had overestimated Russell.

Since Trodal no longer considered Russell a strong man, Russell's neglect of him became somewhat unacceptable, which made Trodal very unhappy.

If Trodal had not been obsessed with finding out how the "Source of Wisdom" was destroyed and how they eliminated the demon's soul, he really wanted to turn against these two weaklings.

Humph, I'll let you be proud for a while. I really want to see your face filled with shock, fear, regret and other emotions when the showdown comes, "Master Russell".

Trodal prepared himself mentally, then lowered his head again: "Yes, Master."

038 Showdown

What Trodal didn't know was that although Russell seemed to be playing with the sharp sword with great interest, he was actually thinking about whether he should turn against this "steward" right now.

This was not because Russell was tired of this performance game, but because it was almost noon - although the thick fog made it impossible for Russell to judge the time from the sun, moon and stars, at least he knew that he was getting hungry.

This makes Russell face a very realistic problem: If a bastard pretends to be your butler and you know he has bad intentions and prepares food for you, will you eat it or not?

Russell felt that at the latest he could delay it until lunchtime when he was hungry, and by then he would have to turn against his "good housekeeper", so it would be better to do so sooner rather than later.

Kill him by surprise and seize the initiative.

After making up his mind, Russell stared at the back of "Butler Roald" who was slowly moving forward, looking for an opportunity to strike.

At this time, Margaret, who seemed to be left out because Russell was playing with the holy sword, finally found an opportunity to interrupt.

Margaret shouted loudly: "Since we have obtained such a magical weapon, why don't we go and defeat the demon immediately, my lord!"

My Lord? What kind of strange name is this?