Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Unlike Margaret, Russell has no idea how to return to his hometown - is there any way for the soul to travel back in time?

However, this did not prevent Russell from comforting Margaret: "Don't worry, when we find a way to leave this island, we will go to Usedom first."

Although the Cornflower was seriously lost in the storm, Margaret did not consider these technical issues. Instead, she went against her scholarly instincts and chose to trust Russell unconditionally.

"Yes!" Margaret nodded vigorously. "Dad, Mom, and Little William will definitely welcome you, my Lord."

Margaret smiled.

Russell felt that this smile was more brilliant than the sunset that had just appeared in the sky.

Russell then asked, "What do your family like? It's a rare occasion for you to visit, so you should always prepare some gifts."

Now, Margaret, who understood Russell's hidden meaning, had a sunset glow on her face like the sky.

Russell continued to ponder, "I can forge two fine swords and give them to your father and little William respectively... I think since you are a family of knights, they will definitely like knight swords."

"Yeah, yeah." Margaret nodded gently, and she almost hid her face in Russell's arms.

"But what about your mother? What are your mother's preferences? Jewelry? Ornaments? Gorgeous clothes?" Russell scratched his head and asked distressedly.

Margaret shook her head and chuckled, "My Lord, please don't guess. Mom likes very special things."

Russell looked at Margaret curiously.

Margaret didn't keep it a secret: "Mom's favorite thing is turnips. As long as I can remember, there have been all kinds of turnips on the table at home."

Russell opened his mouth wide. This answer was something he could never have imagined.

"Is it out of frugality?"

"No, no! Mom is not being frugal but simply likes it! Sometimes she even sprinkles pepper on the cooked turnips! That's pepper, one gram of pepper can be exchanged for one gram of gold!" Margaret answered firmly.

Russell's mouth opened in surprise.

"Now you understand why I particularly dislike turnips, my Lord. If you've been surrounded by them for as long as you can remember..."

Margaret complained incessantly, complaining about turnips and her mother's strange taste, but she always had a smile on her face that she herself was not aware of.

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Author's words: Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the reward and coins

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072 Strange Things

When Rosaline woke up after a long sleep the next morning, Russell and his three companions finally got rid of the situation where they had to take turns to be on duty and be on guard.

Rosalyn looked energetic and did not appear to be unable to walk properly. It seemed that her long sleep had restored her strength.

She held her staff and set up a series of sentry circles and magic traps on the beach around the Cornflower.

It was obvious that Rosaline was enjoying arranging all these things. The excitement of finally being able to play with magic again could not be concealed by her loose magic robe.

"Flowers, jewelry, a charming smile, my life is so beautiful..." Rosalyn even sang a popular ballad of Vitolos softly.

The beautiful lady who belonged to him was singing happily and working seriously, which naturally infected Russell and made him smile from the heart as well.

Margaret also had a smile on her face, but it was unknown what she was thinking.

"Great, it's done!" After a while, Rosalyn completed her arrangement.

Rosaline was very proud. She smiled brightly and wanted to throw herself into Russell's arms and ask for a kiss from her lover, and then show off her exquisite skills to Russell.

However, at this moment Margaret suddenly blocked Rosalyn's way.

Margaret's smile was equally brilliant. She took Rosalyn's hand, looking tirelessly eager for knowledge. "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Rosalyn. Come on, tell me about the overall design!"

The smile on Rosalyn's face suddenly faded.

I don't want to discuss this with you at all! I just want to share my joy with Russell! You bastard must have done this on purpose!

Rosalyn stared at Margaret angrily.

Margaret's smile remained unchanged, and she continued to look at Rosalyn with eyes full of curiosity.

"Our subsequent exploration of this island may require us to set up sentry arrays everywhere. Once I learn how to do that, I won't have to leave all the work to you, Sister Rosalyn."

Margaret had a very good reason.

Rosalyn looked at Russell in the distance, who was unaware of the undercurrent between her and Margaret and thought that they were on good terms, and curled her lips helplessly.

So Rosalyn had to patiently begin to explain.

In fact, the fact that there was something strange on the island was a conclusion that the three people unanimously agreed upon. The reason they returned to the island was to find a way to leave the center of the storm.

As for Mr. Brochard's sudden visit yesterday and the curse he uttered, none of the three took it seriously. It just made them more cautious.

The first priority is naturally to keep an eye on the Cornflower. If the three of them run out to explore the island and find that their home has been robbed when they come back, that would be a lot of fun.

In particular, Russell could always feel that someone was secretly watching him. That gaze was like a thorn in his side. As long as he left the Cornflower, he would be able to detect it.

However, Russell was still unable to detect where the person who was spying on him was hiding.

Therefore, after discussion, the three of them unanimously decided to use Rosaline's sentry array to advance carefully step by step, prioritizing safety above all else.

The ideal situation would naturally be for the three of them to leave the Cornflower together, trick the guy hiding in the dark out first, and solve this trouble hiding in the dark once and for all.

Even if the existence in the dark is not fooled, we must try our best to avoid being dispersed and left alone, so as not to be defeated one by one.

As for Mr. Brochar, the attacking mechanical puppet, and the being watching from the dark, whether they were in the same group, and what was the relationship between them, the information Russell and his team had was completely insufficient to determine.

So, Russell and his three companions began their exploration. They left the Cornflower, walked carefully across the beach, and followed the footprints of the mechanical puppets to a palm forest.

"Please wait a moment. I'm setting up a sentry circle here. We've walked quite a distance."

Before entering the woods, Margaret seemed quite itchy, so she volunteered, carefully recalling the relevant magic circle taught to her by Rosaline, and carefully drew it on a palm tree.

Margaret seemed to be in a hurry to finish her work, and she kept accidentally drawing the wrong details, so she had to erase them and start over.

Soon, beads of sweat appeared on Margaret's forehead. She held the tree with one hand, biting her pale lips stubbornly, and there seemed some anxiety in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Margaret," Russell comforted her. "We weren't planning on going deep into the island today. Just be patient and take your time."

"Yes, my lord." Margaret forced a grateful smile and slowed down the speed of drawing the magic circle.

At this time, a strong wind came, rustling the broad leaves of the palm trees.

The tide also roared violently.

Russell raised an eyebrow and asked Margaret and Rosaline, "Do you think the wind and waves are particularly strong today? Is a storm coming? Or is it possible that this island just happened to be in the center of the storm?"

Margaret stopped drawing the magic circle and exchanged glances with Rosalyn before saying, "This possibility cannot be denied, my Lord."

Rosalyn added, "Then we'd better get back to the Bluebonnet before the storm comes."

So the three of them turned around and walked back.

The roar of the wind and the tide seemed like an unexpected visit and soon died down.

However, the scene on the beach surprised the three of them.

Whether it was the sentry array or the magic trap that Rosaline had carefully arranged, they were all still hidden there safely, with no signs of being triggered at all.

The silvery white beach, the azure blue sea, the gentle sea breeze, and the active seabirds, none of these could bring the slightest smile to their faces.

Because the Cornflower disappeared, leaving only the three people with the fine sand beach and the beautiful blue sea and sky.

If Rosaline had not insisted that she could easily identify the magic circle she had set up, Russell would have suspected that he had taken the wrong path or had some kind of hallucination.

"Look here! This is the last magic circle I set up myself. Let's follow it and search forward. None of the magic circles have sounded the alarm, and no magic trap has been triggered." Rosaline said with a frown.

Rosalin even suspected that her magic had been broken, so she cast several spells with her wand.

Then a deafening alarm sounded on the beach, making Russell cover his ears and startling the quiet seabirds into flapping their wings and soaring into the sky.

In any case, the Cornflower disappeared alive.

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I have something going on at home, so I can only update once today. Please forgive me.

073 Set out again

Rosalyn was deeply concerned about the disappearance of the Cornflower, which her uncle had spent so much time and effort building for her.

The great magician poured countless love into this ship for his sister and niece, and Rosaline could not accept that the Cornflower had disappeared just like that.

Rosaline stared blankly at the empty sea. The calm sea seemed to be mocking her. The sound of the wind and the fierce waves before seemed to be an illusion.

Rosalyn raised her staff and tried hard to activate the magic circle on the Cornflower, trying to rebuild the connection with the ship that she regarded as half her home, but unfortunately she returned in vain.

"No, I can't sense the magic circle I left on the Cornflower. The Cornflower is already some distance away from us!"

Rosalyn couldn't help but bury her head in Russell's arms. Russell felt her body trembling and she was trying hard to hold back the tears in her eyes.

For Rosalyn, losing the Bluebonnet was like losing the world. Especially after the magic she always relied on failed again, she became helpless.

Margaret was even more anxious than Rosaline.

Although Margaret was still dressed in the same vest, shirt and trousers, she looked as capable as ever.

But Margaret suddenly hunched over, her left hand anxiously pulling at her golden hair, and her right hand tightly gripping the sword, as if she was about to draw it out and chop something at any time.

Margaret paced anxiously on the beach, kicking up sand with her impatient steps.

"Don't cry, Rosalyn! What we need to do now is to find the bastard who stole the Bluebonnet and teach him a lesson! Not only must we force him to hand over the ship, we must also force him to return all my research notes!"

Margaret scolded impatiently. Those research notes, which she had protected with her life, were treasured by her. Now that they were lost along with the Cornflower, Margaret's temper flared.

Of course, it is not yet known whether this irritability was stimulated by Rosaline who was lying in Russell's arms.

At this time, Margaret was no longer the knowledgeable and well-mannered scholar in daily life, nor was she the charming and seductive priest at night. She fully proved her origin - the daughter of a knight.

Russell quickly tried to smooth things over. He said solemnly, "Calm down, Margaret. I promise I will recover the Cornflower and your research notes."

Margaret was startled, then quickly calmed down and lowered her head: "Yes, my Lord."

Even so, the rapid rise and fall of her chest still showed that she was not at peace.

Russell then comforted Rosaline again. He said softly, "Don't cry, Rosaline. Cheer up. This is most likely the work of that bastard on this island. What we need to do is find him and teach him a lesson!"

Russell also left a lot of magic steel on the Cornflower. Because the plan was not to go deep into the island on the first day, the three of them did not wear armor, so the three sets of armor made of magic steel also left with the Cornflower.

This also made Russell feel not very good.

However, the significance of these things is obviously not as important as Margaret's research notes and Rosaline's boat, so Russell can still remain calm.

To be precise, looking at the panic-stricken Rosaline and the bad-tempered Margaret, Russell had to keep calm at this time.

So Russell put the magic steel and armor behind him, persuaded Margaret first, and then patiently comforted Rosaline. He gently patted Rosaline's back, allowing Rosaline's breathing to slowly calm down.

Perhaps it was the extra warmth in Russell's embrace, perhaps it was the comfort that Russell's gentle patting made Rosaline feel, or perhaps it was Russell's words that worked, in short, Rosaline managed to cheer up.

Or to be more precise, Rosalyn subconsciously felt warm and safe and felt that she had finally found her backbone.

No wonder I mistook Russell for my dad the first time I saw him! He really does look like a father figure who can give people a sense of security!

But, I have already told Russell...Oh, what am I thinking!

Rosalyn lay in Russell's arms, thinking foolishly, and suddenly she felt embarrassed about her thoughts.

So Rosalyn unconsciously rubbed Russell's chest to wipe away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes, then raised her head embarrassedly and whispered: "Well, I'll listen to you."

After Margaret and Rosaline were successfully persuaded, the three people's original plan was revised.

The original plan was to explore the island -> figure out what was wrong with the storm -> escape.

Now it has been changed to explore the island -> figure out the weirdness of the storm -> find the mastermind behind all this -> beat up the mastermind -> retrieve the Cornflower -> escape and leave.

"In a sense, at least our action plan is much more substantial, isn't it?" Rosalyn tried to calm herself down, and even made a completely unfunny joke.

Margaret also said casually, "Yes, that's not a bad thing. Last time we explored St. Margaret Island, why not name the island we're going to explore this time St. Rosalyn Island?"

"Huh? But this island has nothing to do with me. It's not good to name it after someone else." Rosalyn said shyly.

Although Rosalyn said this, her behavior had already exposed her true thoughts.

When Rosalyn heard Margaret suggest naming the island after herself, she smiled for the first time since the disappearance of the Bluebonnet.

At the same time, she looked at Russell with expectant eyes.