Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

070 The Second Tempering

As soon as Rosalyn said this, Margaret knew she had to stay on deck and stand guard.

Sure enough, Russell gave Margaret a questioning look, and Margaret obediently chose to stay on the deck and keep watch.

Margaret forced a smile at Russell: "Leave it to me, my lord, I will stand guard for you."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Russell walked into the cabin with Rosaline in his arms, satisfied.

Margaret saw it clearly. Before entering the cabin, Rosalyn gave her a provocative smile from an angle that Russell couldn't see.

What a scheming bitch!

Margaret almost gritted her teeth and chose to forget about her cheating yesterday.

Margaret was so angry that she almost wanted to throw the musical instrument-shaped "staff" she was still holding into the sea - but unfortunately, Russell had spent a lot of effort to make it, and Margaret couldn't bear to throw it away.

I guess that little bitch Rosalyn has taken this into consideration!

Margaret, who had figured this out, felt even angrier.

Margaret had never expected that Rosaline, who seemed ignorant and naive, would pretend to be weak in front of Russell and retreat in order to advance. Rosaline's performance this time was far beyond her expectations.

Humph, I am the Chief Priest! I am the First Saint! My Lord must love me the most!

Margaret, who felt that she had been tricked by Rosaline, encouraged herself in her heart and had already begun to think about how to win Russell's favor.

After getting rid of Margaret, Rosaline finally devoted herself to her intimacy with Russell.

Of course, Rosalind's little tricks were involved.

Although Rosaline grew up in seclusion and was well protected by her uncle, she had witnessed many of the ways her uncle's mistresses competed for his favor.

Especially since her uncle loved Rosalyn more than his own children, the mistresses would often try to please Rosalyn in order to please her uncle.

Rosalyn naturally learned a lot of tricks from her surroundings, and she even used them on Margaret out of instinct.

Even though Rosaline and Margaret had just reached a compromise yesterday and established a convent called the Vestals, this was still Rosaline's first time, and she didn't want to give herself up in front of people watching.

In fact, Rosalyn's ears were now red.

To be exact, when Russell finally took off her magic robe, her whole body was hot with shyness and her mind was almost blank.

Rosalyn subconsciously knew that if Margaret were watching in this situation, she would definitely faint from shyness.

That's why Rosaline pretended to be weak and let Russell send Margaret away.

At this time, Rosalin was sitting on the bed, closing her eyes tightly because of shyness, deceiving herself. However, closing her eyes made her feel the heat of Russell's big hands even more.

Russell's rough hands, covered with calluses from holding a sword, moved across Rosaline's delicate skin, causing slight spasms wherever they touched.

Rosalyn felt her skin getting hot under Russell's caress, and she also felt the fire in her body begin to grow stronger and stronger.

Russell's hand moved to her smooth back. She subconsciously straightened her chest and her breathing became more and more rapid.

As a wizard with a family background in magic, Rosaline had no idea what kind of magic Russell was using, and her body was at his mercy under his command.

Russell put two fingers into her mouth, and she subconsciously put them in her mouth, licking and sucking them without any instruction.

Russell leaned over and took his mouth on the buds on her chest, and she tried to push her chest forward to cater to his taste and play.

In her confusion, Rosalyn fell on the bed without realizing it.

Next, Rosaline's consciousness only regained clarity for a moment, that was when Russell knocked on the door and the pain caused by the tearing made her wake up for a moment.

Then, as Rosalyn gradually adapted to Russell's careful comfort, she soon lost herself again, lost in Russell's gentle and slow attack.

Russell would occasionally speed up his pace once or twice during his slow attack, which always made Rosalyn moan through her nose as she bit a lock of her sky-blue hair.

Rosalyn was shy, stubborn and unwilling to cry out.

Russell teased Rosaline with interest, wanting to see how long she could hold on.

As Russell's offensive gradually unfolded, he had gradually grasped all of Rosaline's weaknesses, so he launched the final fierce attack with a wicked smile.

Under Russell's intense attack, Rosalyn finally opened her mouth and released her lock of hair.

She shouted incoherent words, and her arms and legs tightly wrapped around Russell.

The waterfall rushed down violently, and then the hot magma erupted upward against the waterfall.

Rosalyn felt the heat of the lava and trembled all over, which caused the waterfall to erupt in a second wave.

Finally, Rosalyn's eyes rolled back and she fainted.

The limbs that she had been holding tightly around Russell had loosened and she collapsed naturally on the bed.

Russell did not stand up at this time, he once again entered a state of meditation.

In meditation, Russell was applying the experience he had gained from making armor and weapons to forge his body.

The experience and skills gained from forging fed back to Russell, allowing him to use high-quality quenching to repair several flaws in his body, and once again greatly increased the total amount of fire his body could accommodate.

Russell opened his eyes with satisfaction. He realized that his body no longer ached from the burning flames.

The pain was gone, strength surged, and he felt as relaxed as if a long-standing illness had been cleared away. It was obvious that this tempering was very successful.

In order to achieve good tempering effects, based on current experience, Russell's followers' first time is required.

Your flame is not a real flame. Russell sneered and held his heart.

The flame was too lazy to pay attention to Russell. It was finally satisfied and ran freely in Russell's body. The flame finally didn't have to be restrained to take care of his body.

As the flames flowed through Russell's veins to his limbs and bones instead of being confined to his heart, Russell felt as if his body was filled with endless power.

However, at this moment, Russell did not examine his own tempering results in a depressing manner, but looked at Rosaline with a sense of accomplishment.

Rosalyn's sleeping face is innocent and peaceful, and her body is as beautiful as a painting or sculpture, like an angel passing by the world.

Only the mud and blood beneath her and the remaining blush on her body indicated that this angel had just experienced a great pleasure.

Russell kissed Rosaline lightly on the forehead, gently covered her with a blanket as she was always afraid of the cold, then put on his clothes and left quietly.

Russell walked onto the deck in a happy mood. As soon as he pushed the door open, he heard Margaret's sour welcome.

"My Lord, you finally came to see your poor first disciple." Margaret said with resentment.

Russell slapped Margaret's butt without any hesitation, making a crisp sound.

After this slap, Margaret's cheeks flushed and her eyes were full of tears. She felt a burning sensation where Russell had slapped her, and her breathing became rapid.

Strangely enough, Margaret felt that the resentment in her heart disappeared with the slap.

Russell saw Margaret's excited expression. If it weren't for the wrong timing and no one on guard, he would have really wanted to start a second campaign.

Russell could only change the subject: "How was it? Nothing unusual just now, right?"

"Well, except that the boat was shaking a little violently, everything is normal, my lord." Margaret replied.

Russell didn't think he had the power of a tide. A ship as big as the Cornflower wouldn't be easily shaken.

Therefore, Russell did not take Margaret's half-salutary and half-flattering words to heart at all.

Russell continued, "And didn't you find any demons or enemies that might be spying on the Cornflower?"

Margaret nodded. "Yes, perhaps the fact that you annihilated that group of mechanical puppets frightened the owner of this island. I didn't find anyone who dared to spy on the Cornflower... Ah, no, now there is."

Before Margaret could finish her words, a figure appeared in the distance, walking towards the Cornflower.

The author says:

Author's words: Thank you for the coins and monthly tickets

071 Mr. Brochard

Margaret could only vaguely see the figure, but Russell, who had been tempered again, could see the person coming from a distance.

The visitor was wearing a neat black suit and seemed to be completely unaffected by the hot environment. Neither the scorching sun nor the hot wind could diminish his demeanor in the slightest.

His hair was gray, and his every move seemed to have been trained in strict etiquette, which made people feel very comfortable.

Just from the way he walked, he looked neither humble nor arrogant but polite.

He was walking towards the Bluebonnet. He seemed to notice from a distance that Russell and Margaret were standing on the deck looking at him, so he spread his hands to indicate that he had no weapons and no hostility.

However, this action was not enough to make Russell let down his guard.

The most suspicious thing about this old man is too obvious.

Because his face was not shown, he wore a strange sheep-face mask made of a sheep's skull.

"Please stop, old man."

When the strange old man wearing a sheep-faced mask walked to about two or three hundred meters away from the Cornflower, Russell finally spoke.

Although Russell quietly held the sword at his waist, ready to start a fight if there was any disagreement, he still maintained basic courtesy.

In fact, Russell regarded the old man as a devil in his heart.

On an island where a large amount of magic steel had been seized, Russell felt it necessary to treat every stranger he met as a demon.

The old man stopped walking when he heard this. He shouted to Russell, "Good day, you two! Do you want to leave this cursed, crazy, storm-surrounded island? I want to leave here, and I need your help!"

This guy knew we were new.

He even directly shouted that the island was cursed and surrounded by storms, without any concern for our ability to accept it, and without considering us as the owners of the island at all.

This shows that he has considerable knowledge of this island, and he may have spied on us... Perhaps the prying eyes I felt when I was exploring before came from him.

Many thoughts flooded Russell's mind.

In any case, Russell would not trust a guy who was hiding his face.

So Russell shook his head and refused: "I'm afraid we can't help you, old man."

The old man seemed to have sensed Russell's thoughts. He took off his mask, revealing the face of an elegant old man.

The ravages of time have turned his hair snow-white and plowed wrinkles across his face, but his eyes still sparkle with wisdom.

"Ah, excuse me. I want to get rid of those annoying mechanical puppets, so I have to wear this ugly thing." The old man saluted Russell like a gentleman. "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is René. René Brochard, from Occitania."

From Occitania? From the land of this body's former owner?

Regardless of whether Mr. Brochard is a demon in disguise, he should at least know something about Occitania...

Russell's heart moved, so he also introduced himself: "Russell."

After Russell introduced himself, Margaret followed suit: "Margaret Walhausen."

"Wolhausen? Could it be Walhausen from Usedom?" asked Mr. Brochard in surprise and joy.

Apart from Usedom's chief knight, Wallhausen, no other Wallhausen family would be qualified to be modified by the attributive "from Usedom".

So Margaret smiled reservedly: "Thank you for your compliment, indeed."

"That's great, ma'am. Since you come from the family of the Chief Knight, you should not mind carrying forward the family spirit and helping me, an old man?" said Mr. Brochard.

This sentence made Russell extremely disgusted with Mr. Brochard.

All virtues related to altruism are used to restrain oneself rather than to demand of others.

Therefore, without waiting for Margaret to speak, Russell said coldly, "Mr. Brochard, we have never met before, and you begged Margaret for help on our first meeting. You like to use moral kidnapping so much. Is it because you have no morals yourself that you need to kidnap others' morals?"

There was suppressed disgust in Russell's voice.

Mr. Brochard was startled, then bowed again and apologized, "Fame and honor are taboos for virtue and talent, Mr. Russell, you are right, it was my mistake."

Then the gray-haired old man continued to explain, "Please forgive me, an old man who has almost forgotten the years, trapped on this cursed and damned island. It's been so long since I've interacted with people that I've almost forgotten the etiquette and sense of distance between people."

Mr. Brochard then shook his head. "If you wish to leave this island, I wish you better luck than I did. With that, please allow me to take my leave."

After saying that, he bowed to Russell and Margaret again, put on the sheep head mask again, and turned to leave.

Mr. Brochard's back looked very desolate, but he still maintained the same politeness and demeanor when he left as when he came, and left after a while.

Russell snorted coldly and turned to Margaret: "What do you think, Mr. Brochard? Do you believe what he says?"

Margaret said, "Since a demon centurion is willing to impersonate your steward, we can't rule out the possibility that bored demons might be willing to pose as elderly men seeking help for fun, or to plot other schemes. I believe it's right to remain vigilant, my lord."

Despite what Margaret said, she was still in a good mood.

After coming back to life, Margaret heard news about her father from others again, which made her suddenly feel homesick and a warm smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

Seeing this nostalgic smile, Russell could certainly understand Margaret's thoughts.

When it comes to nostalgia, Russell actually has a stronger one.