Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Margaret disagreed. "No, that's not the case, my Lord. Judging from the withering of the flora and fauna on the island, it's already winter. In the past winters, I would have been too cold to wear these autumn clothes."

Russell was startled, then immediately reacted: "Are you trying to say that fire can help you resist the cold?"

"Yes, this is the divine fire you bestowed upon me, my Lord. Rosaline also has the divine fire you bestowed upon her, so normally she shouldn't feel cold... Could it be that she needs to undergo a sacrificial ritual to receive the divine fire's protection?"

Margaret raised her eyebrows, as if she had found the only difference between herself and Rosalyn.

Russell doesn't want to do anything to Rosaline for the time being. After all, Rosaline, who lives in her own world, still sincerely regards Russell as her father. This timing is too cruel.

Of course, Russell didn't think he would just let the meat in front of his mouth go uneaten. When Rosaline no longer regarded him as her father, he would naturally take action.

"Can't I just be extra kind to you?" Russell said jokingly.

Margaret smiled happily: "Yes, it is my honor, my Lord."

Russell moved several black crystals away from the bottom of Rosaline's cabin - he and Margaret were now living in another cabin - and then he and Margaret found Rosaline shivering under the blanket on the bed.

"Are you still feeling cold, Rosalyn?" Russell asked with concern.

Russell was thinking, if there was really no other way, he should just throw away these crystals first.

"No, Dad, I don't know what's going on. Actually, I've been feeling much warmer lately than before... Maybe it's the magic robe, huh?" Rosalyn suddenly thought of something.

"That's not right. I recently lost the Eye of Truth and can't input magic power into this warm magic robe my uncle made for me. Why don't I feel cold like before?"

Russell and Margaret looked at each other. It seemed that the fire could indeed keep people warm.

After Margaret briefly explained the "divine fire" to Rosaline, Rosaline's eyes lit up and she looked at Russell with admiration: "Wow, Dad is so nice!"

Well, now Rosalyn looks more like a daughter.

Russell didn't know what to say.

Then Rosalyn seemed to relax under the care of "Daddy" and she fell asleep.

After two days of spending time together, Russell and Margaret discovered that Rosaline was extremely sleepy.

She almost never distinguishes between day and night, and can fall asleep anytime and anywhere. She spends at least twelve hours sleeping every day, and most of the time, even when she is awake, she squints her eyes and remains in a half-asleep state.

Russell suspected that Rosaline's innocent and childlike state was due to the fact that she slept for a very long time every day and rarely interacted with others.

At the same time, Rosalyn also had a talent that Margaret and any other lady envied. She overate and fell asleep as soon as she lay down, but she didn't grow any weight where she shouldn't.

There is another characteristic about Rosalyn's sleep: she is very afraid of being woken up.

She was not in a bad mood when she woke up, but once she was woken up, the panic in her eyes was hard to hide. She would curl up in the bed with the blanket in her arms, sometimes trembling with fear, with cold sweat on her forehead.

What Russell and Margaret didn't know was that this stemmed from Rosalyn's experiences as an infant.

Although her uncle took good care of her, the role of mother was completely absent during her growth.

The three elements that a mother brings to her child - warmth, food and sleep - were always lacking in Rosalyn's growth.

This caused Rosalyn to develop a certain compensatory mentality.

She longed for warmth so much that she always wore a thick magic robe, wrapping herself tightly and unable to withstand any wind. She would be frightened and throw it away if the black crystal that Russell brought gave off a little bit of coolness.

Even in the scorching summer heat, Rosalyn would never wear clothes that exposed even a little bit of her arms or legs.

The uncle felt quite guilty about this. He always thought that it was because he brought Rosaline home that she caught a cold, and since then she has been weak and unable to tolerate the cold.

The purple magic robe that Rosaline was wearing now was simply the product of all her uncle's love. Not only did it provide excellent magical protection, but the temperature regulation array was also quite sophisticated. It would automatically adjust the temperature according to the environment to ensure that Rosaline would not feel cold or overheated.

Rosalyn always ate and drank unconsciously, always felt hungry, and stuffed herself until she could not eat anymore. She had to eat many meals a day and a variety of snacks.

The uncle felt very sorry for his poor niece, perhaps also because he missed his sister, so he provided her with unlimited food of any kind she wanted to eat - as an equally powerful magician, it was impossible for the uncle to be eaten out of money by a little girl.

If meditation and practicing magic weren't such exhausting activities, Rosalyn might have called herself "slightly overweight."

The lack of sleep made Rosalin very sleepy and she was very afraid of being woken up. Being woken up was her biggest nightmare as a baby, and she fell asleep anytime and anywhere, as if to compensate for the anxiety she felt during her growth through long sleep.

Although they didn't know what Rosaline's problem was, Russell and Margaret tiptoed out of the cabin and gently closed the door.

Rosalyn was fast asleep, hugging her blanket. The fear on her face had been smoothed away by sleep.

Russell tiptoed out of the cabin and took Margaret to the cabin on the bottom floor where the casting array was drawn. He wanted to add a hilt to the sharp blade.

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052 The Use and Abuse of Magic Circles

The firelight illuminated the entire cabin red, illuminating Russell's sweaty face as he stared intently at the molten steel that was completely melted by the high temperature.

This is the sixth attempt.

There is always a gap between theory and practice. After Rosaline woke up, she discussed with Margaret to add a lot of details, improve many techniques, and paint the cabin full of magic circles.

Now, looking at this dazzling molten steel, Russell knew clearly that this was the steel with the least impurities he could smelt.

So Russell slowly used the flame in his hand to control the magic circle, and the molten steel slowly poured into the mold. Finally, the red molten steel was injected into the prepared mold.

Heat waves and sparks flew everywhere. The cabin's floors and walls were pre-installed with heat-insulating arrays to prevent the high temperatures that could melt steel from igniting the wooden sailboat.

After the molten steel was poured into the mold, the dazzling fiery red color disappeared, and the entire cabin was filled with magic circles, shining with a blue-purple magical glow everywhere.

If someone who didn't know the inside story saw this scene, he probably wouldn't be able to use his imagination to connect the rough physical work of sword-making with the scene that was shining with mysterious magical light everywhere.

The repeated attempts were not in vain. In this process, not only did Margaret and Rosaline gradually deepen their understanding of the magic circle and the real world, but Russell's control over fire became more and more refined, and his understanding of knowledge such as casting also became deeper.

Russell had a hunch that this time the casting would go very smoothly.

Sure enough, after cooling, the hilt and the blade had merged into a whole and were firmly connected together.

Russell gripped the hilt of the sword and danced with it, feeling it was very easy to do, so a smile of victory appeared on his face.

"Okay, now that we have the weapons, let's go meet that old friend again." Russell was almost impatient.

But as soon as Russell finished speaking, he felt a wave of fatigue coming over him and he yawned deeply.

He hadn't felt it when he was concentrating on casting just now, but now that Russell had lost his focus, he felt a wave of fatigue.

Russell glanced out through the porthole and found that it had darkened without him noticing.

"My Lord, it's getting late. We might as well rest early and get enough rest." Margaret said at the right time, but Rosaline went to sleep again without knowing when.

"Okay, then we'll let that old friend live one more night." Russell said with a smile.

Russell inserted the sword into the scabbard that had just been forged, held the sword in one hand and Margaret in the other, and walked towards their cabin.

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Rosalin woke up in a daze. She listened to the sound of waves between heaven and earth, but when she opened her eyes, she could only see endless darkness, and loneliness surged in her heart.

I want to see my father and have him coax me.

This is what Rosalyn was thinking at this moment.

But it’s so late, Dad should have gone to bed. I shouldn’t wake him up. A good daughter will not disturb Dad’s rest.

But it's okay for me to secretly look at Dad, right?

When Rosaline was decorating the cabin for Russell and Margaret, she secretly tampered with the mirror in the cabin.

This is so that she can see her father at any time.

Rosalyn raised the corners of her mouth and smiled triumphantly.

Rosalin got up and quietly pressed a button on the mirror in her cabin. The magical light shone, and then through the mirror, she could see everything that happened in Russell's room.

Then Rosalyn was startled and she covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming.

The blonde woman in front of the mirror also had her mouth tightly covered by a big hand.

Rosalyn's mind went blank for a moment before she realized it was Margaret.

At this time, Margaret was full of passion and wildness, and Rosaline found it difficult to associate her with the image of a wise and knowledgeable scholar in the daytime.

Margaret's face was flushed and her expression was blurred. She barely supported herself on the mirror with both hands, enduring the fierce attack from the man behind her.

One of her legs was standing on the ground, and the other leg was held high by the man behind her.

She swung her long golden hair wildly, and sweat beads flew along with her hair.

Rosalyn's education allowed her to understand what she saw, even though she had no such experience.

Unlike the face that Rosalyn had hoped would be as gentle and quiet as the surface of a lake while sleeping, Russell's face at this moment was full of passion and as tense as a volcano before erupting.

Then a nameless anger rose in Rosalyn's heart.

Dad! How could you... No, that's not right, he, he's not Dad!

Although Russell had denied it many times, this was the first time Rosalyn had a negative thought in her mind.

What particularly annoyed Rosalyn was Margaret.

Unlike the calm face Rosalyn expected, Margaret's face was now confused and sweet.

Margaret's delicate features were wrinkled, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was covered tightly by Russell's hand, so she couldn't make any sound.

After realizing that Russell and Margaret were afraid of waking her up, Rosalyn's anger seemed to subside.

However, Russell's handsome face, strong muscle lines and the huge dragon moving in and out ignited another fire in Rosaline's heart.

Rosalin's hand reached down unnaturally. She lifted up her magic robe, looking for a source of water that could put out the fire, and stirred up the sound of gurgling water.

After a long moment, when the blonde woman in the mirror had red skin, her toes clasped together, and her muscles tensed and relaxed, Rosalyn finally released a water magic that was enough to extinguish the fire in her heart.

This made Rosalin feel very happy, but when she looked at Margaret's breathless appearance and her blurred and lifeless eyes in the mirror, Rosalin always felt that Margaret had seen everything she did.

Rosalin felt extremely embarrassed. She hurriedly cancelled the magic on the mirror, then threw herself on the bed and buried her head deeply in the pillow.

Woo! What on earth am I doing?

Rosalin, overwhelmed with shame, rolled around on the bed with the blanket in her arms, kicking her sore legs randomly. However, after a while, she fell into a deep sleep.

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"What? You said Nepirich and Trodal haven't been in regular contact lately?"

"Yes, General!"

"Send a few guys to see what's going on!"

"Yes! General!"

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Rosaleen had not slept so soundly for a long time, and she slept till dawn, when Russell came to wake her.

Russell's lips gently moved towards hers, and Rosalyn woke up screaming "Ah ...

Ah, it was a dream. Rosalyn touched her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

She also felt a subtle disappointment.

"Oh? You're awake?" Russell smiled as he pushed open the door. "I cooked some turnips this morning. Come and eat them while they're hot."

"Waaaaaaaah!" Rosalyn screamed again and picked up the pillow to cover her face, leaving Russell confused.

Rosalyn quietly peeked out from behind the pillow to look at Russell. Seeing Russell's smile, she felt her heart skip a beat again.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, Rosalyn hummed and groaned, "Right, that's right! I'll set up a soundproofing array in my room!"

Russell was startled, then realized something. His face flushed, and he said calmly, "Well! Well, come and have breakfast soon! I'm going out to defeat the Demon Centurion soon!"

Then with a bang, Russell closed the door, as if he was fleeing.

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053 Breakfast before the War