Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

The storm is coming.

Huge waves hit the ship one after another. Although the cabin was tightly closed, the creaking of the Cornflower's hull could still be heard, as if it was about to be torn into pieces by the sea.

On the turbulent sea, the Cornflower was swaying in the stormy waves.

In the vast ocean, the Cornflower is so small and inconspicuous. Only the huge waves that are constantly hitting it know of its existence, and only the strong winds that are constantly attacking it know of its existence.

Margaret staggered from side to side, feeling as if her internal organs were churning. Her face was pale, she felt dizzy, and she fell and got up again and again.

But the scholar's stubbornness came into play at this moment. Margaret gritted her teeth and finally seized the opportunity to tie herself to the wall. Then, she concentrated on inputting "divine fire" into four different propulsion arrays to provide energy, trying to control the direction of the ship.

Russell and Rosalyn were also staggering in the corridor, sometimes hugging each other and rolling forward, sometimes falling apart to the sides.

In such bad weather, it is certainly not the time to be affectionate.

Russell finally managed to untie Rosaline's belt. He used the belt to firmly secure Rosaline in the cabin, and then he stood up and tried to walk out.

"You! What are you going to do again? Hasn't the evil left?" Rosaline shouted in panic again. She was afraid of the cold, and she was also afraid of being abandoned by Russell. She didn't want Russell, the man she loved who could dispel the coldness in her heart, to leave her at this moment.

"If this continues, the Bluebonnet will probably fall apart. We can't afford to lose this ship. I'll go and persuade those ignorant waves." Russell smiled at Rosalyn and kissed her lips again. "Be good, wait here for me to come back."

After saying that, Russell hardened his heart and no longer looked at Rosaline's eyes that were begging him to stay by her side. He turned his head and stumbled out.

Rosalyn shivered slightly from the cold, biting her lips desperately, savoring the kiss, distracting herself, and preventing herself from begging Russell.

Rosalyn knew that Russell's choice was right. The Bluebonnet had already begun to wail everywhere and might not be able to withstand any more huge waves.

If they didn't think of a solution, the three of them would have no choice but to die in the raging sea. Besides, Rosaline didn't want to lose the Cornflower, a gift from her uncle.

Rosalyn gritted her teeth stubbornly, trying hard to lock the tears in her eyes and not let them flow down, even though the sea water and rain rolling down her hair and forehead could provide the best cover for her tears.

Rosalyn remained silent, using her body temperature to dry her clothes.

No, not just body temperature.

Rosalyn suddenly remembered something, and the flame given to her by Russell lit up in her hand. She used the flame to warm her wet magic robe. The flame brought her great psychological comfort.

The flames also gave her courage, allowing her to turn her head and stare closely at Russell's back as he walked out resolutely.

The disheveled Margaret also tied herself to the floor. She pressed her hands firmly on the magic circle, desperately outputting energy, urging the Cornflower to rush forward through the waves.

Only a small boat is left struggling fiercely on the boundless sea. Human beings are so small and fragile in front of the violent nature that even powerful demons are afraid of.

All three of them were hoping that this terrible storm would pass quickly.

Margaret was even not far from her god, praying silently in her heart.

At this time, the Cornflower was almost overturned by the big waves several times. Russell found it difficult to find the horizontal direction. Sometimes he even stepped on the vertical wall to move forward easily.

Russell held the sword and stumbled to open the door connecting to the deck. The salty sea water rushed in, and the heavy rain also poured in.

Russell seized the opportunity and jumped back onto the deck while the ship was stable, then slammed the door connecting to the deck tightly.

The Bluebonnet had a rare moment of steady progress, and Russell stood firmly on the deck.

However, what stood in front of Russell at this moment was a huge black wave.

This is the raised hand of the raging sea. It is rising high, ready to smash the Cornflower, a small wooden boat that is so bold as to anger it.

Russell no longer gathered his strength, but lowered his horse stance, stepped forward with his left leg, held the scabbard with his left hand, and gripped the hilt with his right hand, once again adopting the Iai stance.

Then Russell gently applied force with the thumb of his left hand, pushing the sword upward two finger widths, and a pleasant "ding" sound popped out on the metal hilt.

Then Russell suddenly exerted force with his right hand and drew out the sword. A flaming sword energy suddenly flew out from the sword blade that was flashing with cold light. The sword energy flew forward with a whistling sound and collided fiercely with the surging waves, actually cutting off the nearly ten-meter-high wave!

The rising momentum of the rootless wave was interrupted, and it remained dazed for a moment.

At this time, the Cornflower roared and drilled through the gap created by Russell.

The sluggish waves finally collapsed at this time, turning into a torrential waterfall and returning to the embrace of the ocean.

It seemed that Russell's sword made the originally raging ocean stagnate. Gradually, the waves were no longer surging, and the whistling wind gradually stopped.

At this moment, even the sky miraculously cleared up.

Whether it was Rosaline who was tied to the wall or Margaret who insisted on staying beside the advancement of the magic circle, both had a relieved smile on their faces as if they had survived the disaster.

The warm sunshine baked Russell's body.

This was the first time that Russell got rid of the boring gray fog after traveling to another world, and the first time he saw the sun in another world.

The long-awaited sunny day swept away the gloom of the thick fog, and the double joy of escaping death made Russell ignore the fierce fire burning in his body.

Russell leaned back on the deck, stretched out a hand to shield his eyes, squinted his eyes, looked at the sun in the other world through his fingers, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Hahahaha, hahahahaha! Good, good!"

The fish-luring magic circle set up by Rosalyn and Margaret has never been closed.

At this moment, after the wind and waves calmed down, a lot of fish had gathered at the stern of the Cornflower.

Sometimes they jumped out of the water, like dancing, bringing out splashes of water and splashing the fishy and salty sea water onto the deck at the stern, as if echoing Russell's hearty laughter.

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060 Deserted Island

Russell lay on the deck with his back to the sky, stretched out in a big letter shape, raised his right hand to block his eyes, and observed the pale sun through the small gap between his index and middle fingers.

After being happy, Russell began to summarize his previous seemingly reckless sword move.

When he slashed out with such sword energy for the second time, the consumption on Russell was not as great as before.

Russell believed that he had gradually begun to figure out certain techniques for releasing the sword energy. He planned to find opportunities to practice diligently so as to continue to reduce the consumption of releasing the sword energy and increase the power of the sword energy.

After all, the power of this Iai sword energy was enough to force the Demon General to retreat, which was enough to be Russell's ultimate skill. Russell believed that such a lethal skill must be practiced diligently to master it as soon as possible.

Just wait, damned demon general! This time you chased us like crazy, and only a storm stopped us. The next time we meet, I'll chop off your head with my own hands!

Russell was furious in his heart.

Then, the sound of hurried footsteps rang out.

Rosalin seemed no longer afraid of the cold winter wind. She seemed to have forgotten that she was naturally afraid of the cold. She hurriedly untied her clothes and ran out of the cabin to the deck excitedly.

The belt on Rosalyn's body was tied casually and could be untied with a slight pull. It was obvious that she had not spent any time on it - no, maybe this was something she had put a lot of thought into.

Rosalyn cheered excitedly and threw herself into Russell's arms, smiling broadly as she lay on the deck.

Then, her lips fell on Russell's cheek as densely as raindrops.

That’s great, it really is, that’s great.

Not only was Russell safe, but the Bluebonnet was also safe!

Rosaline was ecstatic. She ignored the sea breeze on the deck and snuggled into Russell's arms, greedily enjoying the heat emanating from Russell's body.

She finally felt warm and safe again.

Rosalyn could no longer hold back her tears, which dripped down onto Russell's face.

Russell raised his hand and placed it on Rosalyn's face. He wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his calloused thumb and said softly, "Okay, we're all safe, aren't we? Why are you crying?"

"Yeah, I know, I know."

However, Rosaline could not hold back her tears. She buried her head in Russell's chest, as if she wanted to vent all the fear and grievances she had experienced.

Russell hugged Rosalyn, put one arm around her back, and gently stroked Rosalyn's blue hair with the other hand, his heart filled with joy.

In the cockpit, Margaret, after confirming that Russell and Rosaline were safe, used up her last bit of strength and stumbled to the cabin where she and Russell lived.

Margaret hurriedly opened a wooden box filled with her neatly organized research notes.

After confirming that her research notes were safe and sound, Margaret finally showed a relaxed smile on her pale and weak face.

Margaret breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes and prayed, "Praise the Lord."

Margaret firmly believed that her prayers had worked - her god had indeed cut through the huge waves for her.

As soon as she let out this breath, Margaret felt as if her whole body was disconnected and she felt dizzy.

After a dizzying moment, Margaret fell headfirst onto her bed. At this point, she no longer cared about her wet clothes. She was exhausted.

She closed her eyes, feeling the long-lost sunlight shining through the porthole. Her heart was filled with peace and joy, and she softly hummed a brisk waltz from Usedom.

Humph, looking at Rosaline, she is about to join the sacrifice to our Lord. As our Lord’s second believer, should I teach her how to please our Lord?

Next, my Lord promised to take me back to Usedom to visit my family. I don’t know how my parents and little William are doing, nor do I know how many years I have been away from home... They must be very worried about me, right?

Well, I must convince them to convert to my Lord and to the true truth.

As for Rosalyn... well, Rosalyn...

Margaret was thinking about all sorts of things in her mind with a happy smile on her face. Exhausted, her thinking became slower and slower, and she felt drowsy and was about to fall asleep.

Until a slight click woke her up.

Hmm? What's that sound? I haven't driven the Cornflower since we escaped the storm. We should be drifting on the ocean current now.

Margaret opened her eyes listlessly and looked out the porthole, then her expression froze.

"Ahhh! Where did this island come from? It clearly didn't exist before. How long has the Cornflower been drifting? How long have I been asleep?" Margaret was shocked.

After lying down for a while, Margaret managed to regain some strength. She struggled to her feet and ran to the deck.

On the deck, Russell and Rosaline's feelings were heating up rapidly. They kissed each other passionately again, completely forgetting themselves.

Just as Russell casually untied Rosaline's belt, Margaret had already run onto the deck with a thud.

Margaret originally thought she was mentally prepared, but seeing Russell and Rosaline being so approachable, she still couldn't help feeling suffocated.

Therefore, Margaret looked deeply at Russell and Rosaline and shouted loudly.

"Ahhh! The Bluebonnet has crashed into an island! When did this island appear? I need to check if there's any water in the Bluebonnet's cabin!"

Margaret's words made Russell and Rosaline lose all their desire.

As Margaret spoke, she hurriedly threw the anchor into the sea, then turned around and ran into the cabin.

Out of sight out of mind!

Margaret ran away quickly.

Russell sat up suddenly, and he and Rosaline stared in amazement at the lush island that suddenly appeared before them.

Yeah, when did this strange island appear? I clearly haven't seen it before.

The two people had similar thoughts in their minds.

The appearance of this island can be said to be very abrupt. The sea is now calm, and the Cornflower has neither opened its hull nor anyone driving the propulsion array.

There was no reason why the Cornflower, which was simply drifting along the ocean current, would hit an island that had not existed in sight before in just a short while.

Russell frowned. He fastened Rosalyn's belt again and then earnestly instructed her, "Go check the cabin with Margaret to see if there's any damage from the collision. I'll go scout the island."

Russell didn't want to spend the rest of his life on this small island, so nothing must happen to the Cornflower.

Rosalyn nodded obediently, her cheeks still flushed: "Yes, I understand."

"By the way, if there's any emergency, as usual, have Margaret send a Firehawk to find me."

After giving this instruction, Russell picked up his sword from the deck, hung it around his waist again, then jumped off the boat and came to the deserted island.

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061 Strange Island (Thanks to everyone for the tips, monthly tickets and urging for updates)

"It's a blessing in disguise that the Cornflower didn't suffer much damage overall, and it sounds like none of these cabins have been flooded."

In the corridor on the lowest floor of the ship, Margaret forced herself to stay awake, knocking on the cabin wall with her hands while speaking to Rosaline who was walking side by side with her.

Rosalyn nodded, and she was also tapping on the wall on the other side.

The conversation between the two women sounded a bit stiff and businesslike, almost like they were just making small talk.