Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Margaret seemed to have thought of something. "Oh, my Lord, you can take the rest of the fish to the cabin we just repaired. The temperature there is very low, so it should be suitable for storage. The key is, you caught so many fish, you can't let Rosaline eat them all in one night, right?"

Russell thought about it and felt that what Margaret said made sense. Although he didn't find fishing troublesome and even enjoyed it a little, overeating was indeed not a good sign.

So Russell nodded again: "Well, what you said makes sense, let's do as you say."

"Also, my lord, when you are done, please come to the cab. I have something to talk to you about." Margaret blinked, stood on tiptoe, kissed Russell on the lips, then turned around and walked away gracefully.

Russell touched his lips and looked at Margaret's back.

Well, Russell thought, let me "convince" Margaret first.

So, after running up and down several times and putting all the fish into the storage room, Russell came to the cockpit. At this time, the Cornflower had already sailed back into the sea.

Seeing Russell's arrival, Margaret happily stopped charging the driving array. The Cornflower slowed down suddenly and drifted slowly due to inertia.

"What do you want to talk to me about, Margaret?" Russell asked. "I have something to discuss with you, so why don't you wait until you finish?"

Russell felt that if he started to "persuade" Margaret, she would probably not have the energy to speak.

Margaret walked over with a smile, stretched out her hand to Russell, and gently held Russell's excited little brother.

Margaret whispered softly in Russell's ear, "My Lord, what I want to say is that I also want to have afternoon tea, but I want to eat the real food that Rosalyn missed."

Without waiting for Russell to answer, Margaret knelt down, pulled down Russell's pants, opened her mouth, and began to suck.

It turns out we are talking about the same thing.

Russell raised an eyebrow, then reached out and pressed his hand against Margaret's golden hair.

Rosalin stared intently at the big pot of boiling fish soup. She put her hands behind her back, holding a large soup spoon in her hand, watching the fragrant fish soup gradually emerge from the pot, and gently licked her lips with her tongue.

Margaret raised her eyes and looked at Russell with admiration. She hugged Russell's waist with both hands and licked Russell's little brother with her flexible tongue.

Rosalyn nodded her head up and down, humming softly, and patiently waited for the fire to mature.

Margaret shook her head back and forth, thrusting violently, eager to meet Russell's ejaculation.

Rosalin gently scooped up the boiling fish soup with a spoon, carefully brought the milky white soup to her mouth, tasted it gently, and then narrowed her eyes happily: "Mm, it's delicious!"

Margaret closed her eyes tightly, raised her delicate face, and took in Russell's milky white essence. She gently scraped the sticky liquid with her slender fingers and sucked on her fingers seductively: "My Lord, it's very delicious!"

Rosalyn filled a basin with fish for herself, then she quietly poked her head out of the kitchen and looked around. After making sure that Russell and Margaret were not there, she happily closed the kitchen door tightly and sat back at the dining table.

Russell pressed Margaret against the porthole, her magnificent breasts pressed tightly against it, the afternoon sun casting a curious gaze upon her. The feeling of being spied on made Margaret nervous and aroused, her skin flushing with shyness as she responded to Russell's attack from behind.

Rosalin sat at the dining table and ate with relish. Her forehead was sweating and she was smiling from ear to ear, like a kitten stealing fish.

Margaret got on all fours and knelt in the cab, her butt raised high at Russell's command, and her waist shook hard at Russell's command, like a loyal bitch.

Rosalyn touched her belly, then she chuckled again. She picked up another fat fish and began to skillfully process the scales and internal organs. She was not full yet, so she wanted another meal.

Margaret's muscles tensed, her toes curled, then relaxed. After being comforted to her heart's content, she was put into another position by Russell, and it was obvious that she had to eat again.

Rosalyn burped, patted her bulging belly, and leaned back in her chair contentedly. She looked at the messy kitchen and the last remaining fish, and smiled a little sheepishly.

Margaret rolled her eyes, begging for mercy. She was completely unable to withstand Russell's full-throttle attack. Her mind was blank, and she had no time to notice the mess in the cockpit. No matter what Russell said, she just nodded gently to show her obedience and submission.

Rosalyn scratched her blue hair and said, "Hey, I won't eat secretly next time. Yeah, I definitely will next time!"

Margaret lay on the ground weakly, with only one thought in her mind: Oh, next time, I will never dare to eat secretly again...

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067 Hospitality

Margaret fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion, and Russell carried her back to bed.

Russell originally wanted to strike while the iron was hot and deal with Rosaline next, but the huge waves ahead made him change his mind.

The setting sun was already low in the sky and was obscured by thick dark clouds, disappearing without a trace.

The wind began to howl, the sea was no longer calm, and the Cornflower began to shake again.

During the time when Russell left the cab, the Bluebonnet unknowingly sailed back into the storm.

Considering the poor quality of the fishing nets made by Margaret and Rosaline, Russell had no intention of letting the Bluebonnet actively challenge the storm.

So Russell called Rosaline to come to the driver's seat during the bumpy ride and learned how to use fire to input energy into the propulsion arrays.

Russell turned the Bluebonnet around, and soon the islands in the distance became dim and the sea became calm again.

The last bit of sunset light lit up the sunset and dyed the sea red. After leaving the storm zone, Russell breathed a sigh of relief.

Rosalyn also relaxed and yawned loudly. There were even tears in her eyes because of sleepiness.

It was a rare day without sleep, which was like staying up all night for Rosalyn. Her head even began to move up and down.

"Okay, go get some rest." Russell comforted Rosalyn, "I'll be on duty tonight."

"I want to make you—" Rosalyn mumbled incoherently, then yawned, "—later."

"I can do it myself in a while." Russell looked at Rosalyn's stubborn appearance, shook his head, and dragged her back to her cabin, "You should have a good rest."

By the time Rosaline was settled, it was already completely dark, and the Cornflower was also shrouded in darkness. Although the brilliant galaxy hung upside down in the sky, the shining stars could not illuminate any part of the road ahead.

For safety reasons, Russell gave up sailing forward on the sea with no visibility. He let the Cornflower drift along the waves, only looking up at the starry sky from time to time.

If the starry sky was obscured by dark clouds, there was a high possibility that the Cornflower had drifted back into the storm belt and Russell would have to drive the ship away.

Except for the sound of the tide, there was silence between heaven and earth.

Russell went to the kitchen to cook dinner first. He enjoyed a delicious fried fish meal - although the only drawback was the lack of seasoning, the long-lost taste still made him feel good.

Russell then went on deck and practiced swordplay in the darkness, under a sky full of stars. It was a peaceful night until Margaret woke up and took over.

However, when Russell woke up the next day, he received bad news.

"So we have to go back to that strange island?" Russell confirmed seriously.

"Yes, we tried in all directions early in the morning, and there were storms everywhere. We were surrounded by storms." Rosalyn frowned and answered seriously.

Margaret added: "And, according to my measurements, the island is right in the center of the storm. Despite the strong winds and waves, the center of the storm has not shifted at all, which is a very incredible thing."

In short, Russell and his crew were trapped in a storm, and that island was most likely the source of the weirdness.

"Okay, then let's go to that island and investigate further," Russell decided. "Since this island has shown such hospitality, we, as guests, can't let it down."

So the Cornflower headed towards the island again.

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"It's almost there! It's almost there! I'm almost there to break the curse! I'm almost there to leave this island!"

Just as the Bluebonnet was returning to the island, an old man who was meticulously dressed and elegant laughed maniacally in a mansion.

Standing in the elegant room, in front of a pile of complicated mechanisms, the man's laughter was filled with pleasure, and the bloodshot eyes could not suppress his joy.

But when the sound of metal friction rang out, the man immediately fell silent, and he almost roared silently.

"Hahahahaha! These complicated mechanisms can't trap me! Even the storm can't trap me! Even though I only have two hours a day, I'm still going to solve your puzzle! You can't trap me, you can't trap me! I want to be free, I want to be free!"

He couldn't suppress a chuckle, and the portrait of the girl hanging on the wall was staring at him calmly.

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A smooth landing.

Before reaching the shore, Russell was struggling with the sword he had previously seized from the Demon Centurion.

Russell intended to prepare weapons for self-defense for Margaret and Rosaline, but unfortunately he found nothing. His flame was not enough to re-melt the weapons of the demon centurion.

But when the Cornflower returned to shore, Russell no longer had the leisure to do so.

In stark contrast to the previous two days when the Cornflower was docked on the beach and no one paid attention to it, this time the Cornflower encountered a little trouble not long after it docked.

Along with the sound of hard footsteps, more than a dozen metal mechanical puppets came out from nowhere.

The entire body of the mechanical puppet is made of thick metal tubes, with large gears of the same material inlaid at the joints. Its head is pointed and very small, and it looks like just a decoration.

The mechanical puppet exuded the smell of engine oil and metal, and its joints and gears made creaking sounds when it moved, like a huge machine running.

The mechanical puppet's movements seemed very slow, like a bulky metal giant.

But his powerful body and stiff movements give him a feeling of indestructibility, as if he has endless motivation.

This strange machine looks like it has very bad intentions and is obviously a violent device because its arms are all equipped with sharp blades.

Only one mechanical puppet in the middle is different. Not only is its body larger, but its hands are also in the shape of horseshoes. It seems that it is the leader of these mechanical puppets.

Of course, considering the lightning flashing in its horseshoe-shaped hands, there is no doubt that it is also a destructive guy.

What's worse is that these mechanical puppets have no idea how to entertain guests. They didn't waste time on greetings, but remained silent and charged directly towards the Cornflower.

"What a grand welcome!" Russell exclaimed. He gripped his sword and told Margaret and Rosaline, "You two stay hidden. I'll go meet them."

The mechanical puppet in the front had already rushed to the bow of the Cornflower. It raised its sharp blade and chopped it down at the Cornflower fiercely.

Then with a loud ding, its sword was blocked by Russell.

Russell was stunned, then narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect that on such a deserted island, the weapon of any mechanical puppet could compete with the sword in his hand that was sharp enough to pierce the thick skin of the Demon Centurion.

However, the mechanical puppets did not show any emotional fluctuations or any surprise. The mechanical puppets that came up from behind continued to raise the sharp blades in their hands high and chopped them down fiercely at the Cornflower.

"Hey, destroying the guests' vehicles is not the way to treat guests." Russell quickly shuttled among these mechanical puppets and blocked several swords that were aimed at the bow of the Cornflower.

In a hurry, Russell thought several times about whether to use the sword energy of Iai to clear the field, but at the moment it was obvious that these mechanical puppets were not the real ones, and the enemy hidden behind the scenes had not yet appeared, so the trump card had to be kept for the real enemy.

So Russell held back. He would rather continue to shuttle between these mechanical puppets and continue to hone his sword skills, rather than use sword energy to destroy these mechanical puppets.

At this moment, Rosalyn's warning voice came from the Bluebonnet: "Be careful, Russell!"

Rosalin's voice sounded very anxious. She stuck her head out from the Cornflower, her hands quickly drawing a magic circle on the side of the ship.

Russell immediately turned his head to look in the direction of Rosaline's gaze, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

Hiding behind these mechanical puppets, the mechanical puppet with a horseshoe-shaped hand was gathering electric light in its hands. It had aimed at Russell and the Cornflower behind Russell. The center of its torso was shining, and it was accumulating energy.

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This is totally wrong! I was fighting demons before, and now I'm suddenly fighting a mechanical puppet equipped with an electromagnetic cannon!

At the critical moment, Russell still had the mind to think wildly. He felt that everything happening before his eyes was ridiculous.

In a hurry, Russell didn't care about anything else. Now was obviously not the time to hide his cards.

He desperately dodged outwards, made some space, and then without hesitation, slashed out a sword energy, which was directed towards the leading mechanical puppet.

Russell aimed at the part in the center of the mechanical puppet's torso that was flashing with electric light. He judged that it was the power supply module of the mechanical puppet.

Just as the sword energy flew towards the mechanical puppet, the mechanical puppet finally completed storing energy.

The electric current in its hand is ready to explode.

At the moment when the sword energy hit the mechanical puppet's power supply module, the mechanical puppet trembled, and then the violent electric current in its hand was finally emitted.

Fortunately, the mechanical puppet's trembling slightly deflected the current, so the thick current narrowly missed the Cornflower. Even better, it struck the two mechanical puppets that dodged to the side.

This electric current caused the two mechanical puppets that had just fought with Russell to twitch all over and become unable to move.

The mechanical puppet that had emitted the lightning remained in the same position it had been in when it launched the current, completely motionless. The destruction of its energy module had calmed it down, completely free of the danger it had felt just moments before.

"Don't worry, my lord, we are all fine! The Cornflower is fine too!" At this time, Margaret's voice came to report that she was safe.

Russell breathed a sigh of relief at first, but then, boundless anger surged in his heart.

The remaining mechanical puppets saw that the situation was not good and wanted to retreat. They turned around and took stiff steps.

"Since we're here!" Russell shouted a spell that was full of magic on Earth, "Why not just stay here?"

As Russell shouted, the sword energy of Iai flew everywhere.

The power of the spell "Since you're here" was indeed far-reaching. Those mechanical puppets stopped obediently under the persuasion of the sword energy.

Their energy modules were all destroyed, and several puppets were even cut in two by Russell, who failed to control his strength.

Russell felt extremely tired after slashing out several sword energies in a row. He felt a little weak and even dizzy.