Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Rosalin was very sad about losing her magic, but now she saw the hope of using magic again and couldn't help crying with joy.

Soon, Rosalyn burst into laughter. She wiped her tears and said to Russell, "Dad, I'll go in and fix those magic circles right away!"

Rosalyn turned and ran, but was caught by Russell. "Wait, Rosalyn! Don't be anxious. Are you sure this energy and magic are compatible? Won't they collide in the magic circle and cause an explosion?"

"Oh, yeah..." Rosalyn tapped her head and made a cute face. "Dad is so thoughtful! No wonder everyone says Dad is the most outstanding magic genius in the history of Vitolos!"

"Uh, I'm not your dad..." Russell tried to explain in vain.

"If you're not my father, then who are you?"

Looking at Margaret's expectant eyes and Rosaline's dissatisfied look, Russell said soothingly: "I am... well, I am your master. Don't worry, Rosaline, I will help you find your father."

Russell's character is conciliatory and compromising. Margaret said that Russell was their god, and Russell would not allow it. But when Rosaline insisted on treating Russell as her father, Russell came to reconcile and was willing to be their god.

Rosalyn snorted in dissatisfaction, wrinkled her pretty nose, turned her head, and began to look at the magic circle in the magic cabin.

After pondering for a moment, Rosalyn clapped her hands and said, "Ah! I have an idea. I'll draw a magic circle here and use the Agrippina Drainage Array to guide all the magic power contained in the cabin out. Then I'll inject... um... (Margaret: Inject divine grace) Inject divine grace! Then I can start repairing them!"

Rosalyn immediately got to work and threw herself into her new job with great enthusiasm.

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049 Broken Blade

Following Russell's eye signal, Margaret followed Russell and quietly left Rosaline's construction site.

"My Lord?" Margaret looked at Russell.

"Honestly, Margaret, Rosalyn can no longer actually become a wizard, right?" Russell asked.

Margaret blinked in confusion: "My Lord, why do you say that?"

"Using fire as energy is fundamentally different from using what mages call the Eye of Truth, right? For example, she can no longer cast simple fireballs. Now, she has to rely more on magic circles, and is more like an array warlock." Russell asked.

Margaret shook her head. "That's not necessarily true, my Lord. Do you think those flying birds I simulated are a weaker form of fireball magic?"

Russell was stunned and found that it was really the case.

Margaret continued, "I believe that as our study and understanding of the world deepen, Rosaline will eventually become a powerful 'mage.' She will no longer wield magic power, but the divine grace bestowed upon her by you. If you insist on calling them flames, I believe I can call them divine fire."

As she spoke, Margaret summoned an orange flame from her palm. The flame flickered, as if pleased to be called the Divine Fire.

"Huh? Will your flame evolve along with mine?" Russell asked, staring at the flame in Margaret's palm. "I remember the flame you summoned before was orange-red."

"Yes, my Lord." Margaret's eyes flickered, and the flames in her palms reflected on her face, making it flush. "But my flame didn't evolve automatically along with yours. It evolved only after yours evolved and I performed a ritual."

Russell certainly knew what Margaret meant by "sacrificial activities". To be precise, there was no other sacrificial ritual for this strange "god".

Therefore, Russell has determined how to carefully choose his "family" in the future.

At this time, Margaret was thinking about how to conduct experiments to understand the nature of energy as quickly as possible, so that her original fire creations that were like child's play could become truly lethal things.

Margaret was not willing to be just a logistics staff, she hoped to be able to help her god on the battlefield.

Although Margaret was happy that she had mastered the healing skills, as the chief priest of the god, she must understand how to heal injuries and dispel diseases - this in itself was a prerequisite for the widespread spread of religion.

Margaret was also thinking about how she could complement Rosalyn. She could teach Rosalyn to better understand the world, and Rosalyn could teach her knowledge related to magic circles, so that both of them could make rapid progress and better help Russell.

Just as Margaret was trying to recall the lighting circle Rosalin had drawn and began to draw her own magic circle, Rosalin's excited voice came from the cabin downstairs: "Dad! Sister Margaret! I have channeled out all the remaining magic power! Dad, you can come and draw your sword!"

The happy Rosalyn turned around, but was surprised to find that Russell and Margaret were gone: "Huh? Where are they?"

At this time, Russell had already walked down quickly. He came to Rosalyn and reached out to touch Rosalyn's head, who was sitting on the ground without any image. "Well done, Rosalyn."

"Hehehe." Rosalyn laughed happily, squinting her eyes comfortably, like a puppy enjoying being petted.

After squinting her eyes and enjoying it for a while, Rosaline said, "But I'm afraid these magic circles can't be used anymore. I found that against gods, gods..."

Margaret: "The Holy Fire."

Rosalyn frowned. "I don't think I called for the Divine Fire just now... Never mind. I've discovered that the constraints on the Divine Fire are different from those on magic power. The magic circle needs to be strictly modified. It will probably take a long time to fully restore the Cornflower to its previous function."

"As long as the boat can sail, the rest can be done slowly." Russell didn't mind this too much. He wanted to go into the magic cabin to take out the sword.

Russell just took a step and then slapped his head. "Oh right, Rosalyn, Margaret, you two should first think of a way to catch fish with magic. There are endless fish in the sea for us to eat. Rosalyn, you have a huge appetite. If we don't think of a way, we will soon run out of food."

Rosalyn scratched her head sheepishly: "Hey, I get it, Dad."

Margaret's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Rosalyn's hand. "Yes! Let's study this now, right now! I want fish for lunch, not turnips!"

As they walked, Margaret continued, "Besides, the fishing harvest is unstable. We must find a way to keep the fish we catch fresh!"

"Wow, Sister Margaret, don't be so anxious! It takes time to design a new magic circle!" Rosaline was dragged outside by Margaret, and she explained with her hands and feet dancing.

"Let me help you, let's design it together!" Margaret forcibly dragged Rosalyn away.

It can be seen that Margaret no longer wants to eat turnips. The girl has a deep psychological trauma towards this radish-like vegetable.

Russell shook his head in amusement.

Then, Russell walked into the magic cabin. He looked carefully at the sword blade that was still emitting a cold light. The blade was deeply embedded in the thick wooden wall of the cabin, with only a short section exposed outside.

Even this short fragment exudes a cold light that is enough to make people feel its murderous aura.

Russell avoided the sharp sword blade, grabbed the broken blade, and slowly dragged it out.

The sharp light of the blade filled the room with cold light.

Russell looked at the blade with satisfaction. He pulled out a curly hair, placed it above the blade, and then let go.

The flaxen hair slowly fell, and the moment it touched the sword blade, it broke into two pieces silently, and then continued to fall.

Seeing how sharp the sword was, Russell was reluctant to recast part of the broken blade into a hilt.

Perhaps we could use the common iron from the swords and armor piled up in the abandoned churches to forge the hilts first?

Russell was thinking about how to recast the sword. He held the blade carefully in his hand and walked out slowly.

Russell believed that the reforged sword could easily pierce the skin of the Demon Centurion.

However, Russell believed that the issue of casting materials needed to be seriously discussed with Margaret and Rosaline.

One of them is a well-informed scholar, and the other is a wizard with a family background in magic. Russell believes that they must know more about the world than he, an outsider.

050 Fishing and Swordmaking

When Russell found Margaret and Rosaline, they were enthusiastically discussing the details of fishing in an empty cabin.

Rosalyn asked curiously, "Hey, you said that in order to catch tuna, we need to use the herring we caught earlier as bait?"

Margaret smiled and said, "Yes, using herring to bait the bait! I also heard the sailors on the boat teach me this technique when I came to Sainte Margaret Island."

Margaret rummaged through her notes as she spoke. "Ah, I got it! After baiting the nest with herring, we'll need to use a magic circle to draw seawater from the ocean and sprinkle it onto the surface, creating the illusion of a herring swarm and boiling the water... Once we attract the tuna, we'll cast our nets. We can catch quite a few plump tuna with one cast!"

"Hehehe, plump tuna, it's so good... hehehehe." Rosalyn smiled foolishly with longing on her face, and Russell felt that her saliva would flow out in the next second.

"Okay, ladies, let's put the fish aside for now and get back to reality. There are still only turnips for lunch!" Russell greeted, breaking Margaret and Rosaline's sweet dreams.

Russell then gently placed the blade flat on the table. "Look, what material is this blade made of? What material can I use to make a hilt that matches it?"

Margaret had tried this sword before. She frowned, thought for a long time, and finally shook her head, saying that she didn't know about such a sharp and strong material. However, she still said, "For safety reasons, in addition to the hilt, such a sharp sword must have a suitable scabbard."

Russell agreed with Margaret's opinion that it would be easy to get a wound if you were not careful with such a sharp sword hanging on your body.

Rosalyn then said, "Hmm... I haven't seen such metal either... But we can go to the Silver Peninsula to have a look! The Silver Peninsula not only has inexhaustible silver mines, but also many rare mineral veins. Maybe we can find matching materials there!"

The Silver Peninsula sounds very rich. Russell nodded. He thought that after destroying the Demon Centurion, he could first go to Margaret's hometown to let Margaret reunite with her family, and then set off for the Silver Peninsula.

Margaret didn't know Russell's thoughts, but she agreed with Rosalyn. "Yes, I've also heard from university scholars that there are almost no minerals in the world that can't be found on the Silver Peninsula. I was originally planning to apply for funding to go to the Silver Peninsula to explore the ores—but funding for St. Margaret's Island is easier to obtain, after all, the pseudo-church will sponsor it, so I came here."

Russell nodded. Margaret's thinking was understandable: she'd go wherever it was easiest to siphon funding. Although her family background as the Chief Knight allowed her to explore anywhere, she didn't want to rely on her family's funding for her research.

However, Rosalyn questioned Margaret: "Huh? Isn't this St. Blanc Island? Did I get the wrong direction?"

"Remember, Rosaline, the so-called Saint Blanc Island is just a false church that has stolen our Lord's faith. Since this is the promised land of saints, it should of course be named after our Lord's first saint - that is, my name - so this should be Saint Margaret Island!" Margaret educated Rosaline seriously.

"Oh, oh! Okay, this is St. Margaret's Island, I remember it." Rosalyn nodded.

Rosaline's educational background is pure magic education, which means she doesn't really care about the church, so she just lets Margaret talk.

Without mentioning the quarrel between Rosaline and Margaret, Russell summarized the current solution to the sword from the words of the two ladies.

Russell planned to use regular iron armor to melt into a hilt - it was obviously unrealistic to embed such a sharp blade in a wooden handle.

Next, cast the hilt and blade together, and then use ordinary metal to make a scabbard. Let's deal with the demon centurion first.

Then, when you go to the Silver Peninsula, you can collect mineral information from the Silver Peninsula, search for precious metals, and perhaps find out the materials and processes required for the alloy, and finally forge a real "holy sword" for yourself.

For now, the sword is sufficient only to pierce the tough skin of the Demon Centurion.

Russell had just made a plan in his mind when he saw Rosaline and Margaret drawing a magic circle with great interest.

"Oh? You have already started preparing for fishing? Then I'll leave first and see if I can find an anvil. Margaret, do you remember where the blacksmith shop in town is?" Russell asked.

Margaret said, as if offering a treasure, "My Lord, there is no need for a blacksmith's shop. Look here, the magic circle that heats up by inputting divine fire can be considered a furnace. The molten metal can be heated by this part of the magic circle and then poured into the mold."

Rosalyn clapped her hands and pointed to the magic circle she had just drawn. "And here, as long as you input the divine fire here, it will be the anvil! You can forge here without worry!"

Oh? It seems like Margaret and Rosalyn, combining their knowledge, have created some incredible chemistry.

Russell raised his eyebrows, surprised and delighted.

At this time, Rosalyn said somewhat dissatisfiedly: "Well, but, the temperature of this divine fire is too high. It is very difficult to design a cooling array. We can only use water..."

"Okay, that's good enough. I'll go pick up some scrap metal and then we can start working." Russell left with a smile.

During the previous battle with "Butler Roald", most of the weapons of the Lost Souls fell near the Cornflower. Russell thought that as long as he picked these things up, they would be enough.

While collecting these old weapons, Russell accidentally discovered a pile of crystals that looked like ink-colored smudges.

The crystal is an irregular polyhedron with sharp edges and corners. If you look closely, you can see that each edge is reflecting the fire in Russell's hand, emitting strange colors.

When the firelight passes through it, it will form huge spots of light, as if hidden magic totems appear and disappear in the crystal. Every time the angle moves, there will be new light and shadow wonders.

It was heavy and cold. Russell reached out his hand and felt it was icy cold, as if it had absorbed all the heat. Even in the firelight, he couldn't feel any warmth, and instead felt like he was frostbitten.

What is this? Russell blinked in confusion.

Then Russell suddenly realized that this place was the burial place of "Butler Roald".

It seems that these crystals are the remains left after the demon centurion was burned by the flames. After being burned by the flames, they did not emit the slightest evil aura.

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051 Compensatory Psychology

Because the gray fog never dissipated, the sky remained gloomy and the sunlight was always blocked by the fog. Against this dim background, these black crystal-like stones had not been noticed by Russell before.

If Russell hadn't run out to loot metal weapons, he would probably still have ignored them.

Russell thought these black crystals might be useful, so he wrapped his hands in flames and picked them up.

Sure enough, under the protection of the flame, the frostbite-like feeling did not appear again.

Russell was not worried that these crystals would be burned by the flames. After all, they were the only remaining products after the Demon Centurion was burned.

The flames released by Russell had previously incinerated the lower-level demons completely, leaving only some black residue, unlike these crystals, which looked quite extraordinary. This caused Russell, who had killed the Demon Centurion for the first time, to make an empirical mistake and almost missed them.

Russell looked at the black crystals in his hand, half-jokingly thinking that these might be the relics of the Demon Centurion.

Then he returned to the Cornflower with the collected iron weapons and "relics".

"Wow, it's so cold! Dad!" Russell had just entered the cabin when Rosaline, who had been smiling to welcome him back, shivered uncontrollably and turned around and ran away.

Russell looked at the black crystal in his hand in surprise, then looked at Margaret: "What about you? Are you cold?"

"Me? I'm fine. Although these crystals are indeed cold, I don't feel cold, at least not to the extent that I need to turn around and run away." Margaret said.

"Maybe Rosaline is more sensitive to cold." Russell couldn't think of any reason and could only temporarily attribute it to the fact that people's physical fitness cannot be generalized.