Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

At this time, Russell's stomach began to growl.

"Oh, sorry, ma'am, I'm very hungry. Could you be so kind as to provide me with some food?" Russell asked tentatively, and then his eyes began to look around subconsciously, trying to find something to eat.

He saw a diary on the table beside him.

"You should have a reaction after reading your diary, right?"

Russell made a rude move. He took off his gauntlets, then reached out and picked up someone else's diary.

However, the woman remained motionless, as if she only had some instinctive reactions left and her soul had left her body.

"Then I'll read your diary!" Russell said, waving the diary at the woman. "If you don't object, then it means you agree!"

Is she losing her mind? Why is she completely unresponsive?

Russell was puzzled, so he really opened the diary.

The woman remained in a daze, not even blinking at Russell's rude behavior, like a cold machine without a soul.

If this woman really only had some instincts left and had lost her mind, Russell could only choose to find some clues from the diary she left behind, so he began to read the diary.

On the title page of the diary, the name "Margaret" was written in a flamboyant style.

Below this line of large characters, there is another line of small characters: "If you pick up this notebook, please contact the Natural History Department of Trinity College, Cannons University. We would be grateful."

It appears that the diary belonged to a scholar named Margaret, perhaps a naturalist.

Russell looked up at the expressionless woman holding a thick iron rod in her hand, then looked at the dead bodies on the ground. It was hard to associate her with a scholar.

Could it be that the diary is not hers, so she doesn't mind?

Russell muttered to himself.

Then he lowered his head and casually flipped through his diary. Suddenly, with a click, a folded piece of paper fell out of the diary.

Russell looked at the woman who might be Margaret and saw that she still had a confused expression.

So Russell picked up the paper and unfolded it.

This is a hand-drawn and not very accurate map with "Saint Blanc Island" marked on it.

Russell speculated that the map was probably hand-drawn by the naturalist Margaret.

Saint-Bran Island is surrounded by the sea. There is a small hill almost in the center of the island. A church is hand-drawn on the hill. There is a river near the church, and three water mills are also drawn on the river.

Russell now understood the origin of the name of the Three Mills Bridge. He thought it was built by three mills.

Rather than a map, this picture is more like a schematic diagram. The water mill is drawn larger than the hillock and is not drawn to scale at all.

On the map, the river flows down along the hills and eventually flows into the sea.

The port of Saint-Bran is marked near the estuary, and several hand-painted sailboats are painted on the sea.

As for the other vast wildernesses, many plants and animals were drawn, with simple text descriptions attached. For example, there was spiraea in a corner of the island - from this point of view, it was very consistent with the identity of a naturalist.

After browsing the map, Russell roughly understood where he was.

This is an island named "Saint Blanc Island" by the natives of the alien world. Russell is currently on the highest hill on the island, near the church.

After confirming his location, Russell put away the map.

Hunger drove him to put his diary aside and start looking for food.

Fortunately, Russell was lucky and he immediately found a box of bacon among a pile of withered malt roots and carbon powder in the corner.

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007 Rebirth

When you open the wooden box, a strong smell of wood smoke hits your nose, mixed with the aroma of meat fat.

Russell's Adam's apple trembled and he swallowed a big mouthful of saliva. He never thought that he would feel hungry because of the taste of bacon.

He couldn't wait to take off his metal gloves and grabbed a handful of bacon. Then he looked at the woman guarding the entrance to the cellar and found that she still had no reaction.

After making sure that he would not be disturbed by the woman while eating, Russell couldn't wait to stuff the greasy bacon in his hand into his mouth and started chewing it.

Hmm, so salty!

Perhaps for the sake of preservation, Russell looked around for water. He saw a wooden cup on the table and a thick stack of notebooks next to the cup.

This time, Russell, who judged that the woman had lost her mind, did not ask politely, but rashly reached out to the cup.

However, this impolite behavior immediately paid a price.

Russell grasped the cup in his bacon-grease-covered hand and shook it gently to make sure it was empty.

Before he could feel disappointed, a whistling sound came from the air. The woman who had been guarding the cellar door and staring at him closely swung the iron rod in her hand and smashed it towards Russell.

Russell was shocked. He didn't understand the logic behind the woman's behavior at all. He threw the empty cup in his hand at the woman, then quickly jumped back to avoid the woman's attack.

The woman let the empty cup hit her face with a blank expression, but her body was like crazy.

Her originally lifeless eyes suddenly became fierce, and she swung the iron rod and smashed it down on Russell who was standing by the wall.

Seeing that there was nowhere to hide, Russell hastily pulled the sword out of the sheath, and with a bang, he blocked the iron rod that the woman was throwing at him, sparks flying everywhere.

Because he lacked arm armor and lacked cushioning, Russell felt a sharp pain in his palm after using his sword to block the stick that was as powerful as a mad tiger.

However, he didn't have time to savor the pain, as a stick with a gust of wind came down on his head again.

Russell rolled to the side in a panic and avoided the attack at the critical moment. The woman smashed the stick hard on the stone wall of the cellar, making a loud bang, like the wail of the earth.

Russell was shocked by the force of the blow. No woman had ever attacked him with such ferocity before.

The woman was also shocked and took a few steps back.

What the hell is this woman going on? Why did she suddenly burst out with such powerful fighting power?

Although the messy corpses of little demons around the woman that Russell saw when he just entered the cellar had already proved her ferocity, she was still surprised by her sudden burst of powerful strength.

Russell struggled to stand up and tried to stabilize his center of gravity.

He was wearing heavy armor, which was not an easy task.

At the same time, Russell subconsciously stared at the wooden cup lying on the ground, drawing circles for its own amusement, and wondered why this woman suddenly became angry.

It looked like she didn't really care for the cup... and it didn't seem like she was attacking it unexpectedly...

Hunger and the sudden attack made Russell a little confused for a moment.

Russell noticed that although the woman's moves were very vigorous and she always held the ferocious iron rod tightly in her hand, her steps were very light. She nimbly took a few steps back, lightly relieving the force of the recoil, which was like an elegant dance step.

When she readjusted her steps and prepared to attack, Russell just had time to get up from the ground and stand firmly under the heavy armor.

Because Russell lowered his center of gravity, the woman hit him on the head with a club. Russell learned from his previous experience and held the sword with both hands, finally blocking the blow head-on. However, this time his hands felt numb.

Russell gritted his teeth and had no time to think about the fact that he was suppressed by this woman in terms of strength. The veins on his neck burst out, he shouted, and grasped the sword tightly with both hands, pushing forward fiercely.

Finally, Russell barely won the wrestling match and struggled to push away the woman's iron rod.

Before Russell could breathe a sigh of relief, he found that due to his lack of experience and excessive force, his center of gravity became less stable. The woman kicked him in the chest, and he staggered and fell to the ground with a bang.

Russell was dizzy and could vaguely see the body of the little devil beside him.

Only then did Russell realize that his position and that of the woman had been reversed.

In stark contrast to the previous situation where the woman was blocking the cellar entrance and Russell was near the desk, Russell is now the one at the cellar entrance.

I don’t know how long it has been since these little demons were killed, whether their souls are still there, and whether they can still be used to strengthen the flames.

Russell just had a thought, and a black smoke rose from the body of the little devil beside him. Just like before, the smoke formed a column and came straight towards Russell's heart.

Then, Russell felt the joy of the fire in his heart and felt the energy flowing back into his body.

However, these energies are a little weak and not as strong as the energy provided by the little devil that was just killed before.

If the previous little devil provided ten units of energy, then the energy units that this little devil's corpse can provide are only two to three. It takes four to five such corpses to provide sufficient energy.

Russell used the surging force to roll sideways and narrowly avoided the woman's iron rod, then he stood up from the ground with a somersault.

"It seems that the souls of those little demons you killed will be given to me."

Russell talks trash.

Rather than speaking to the woman, these words were more of Russell's venting of his escape from death.

While Russell was dodging the woman's attacks flexibly, he was also constantly absorbing the souls of the little demons lying around.

Although the souls of the dozen or so little demons killed by the woman were incomplete, they still provided huge energy to Russell and the fire in his heart.

Now the flame on the sword has become more vigorous and brighter. Although it is still some distance away from the crimson color, it is in sharp contrast to the previous dimness.

There was another clang, and Russell held the sword with both hands to block the woman's unreasonable and ferocious iron stick.

This fight was beyond Russell's expectations. He did not defeat the enemy with one blow. Instead, the feeling he had before was very similar. He still had to hold the sword with both hands to barely resist the iron rod that the woman was holding tightly in both hands and smashing down on him.

Huh? Was the massive power I just gained just an illusion?

Russell listened to the pounding sound of his heart, feeling a little puzzled.

No, that's not right! This body's heart started beating!

Russell suddenly realized where all the power had gone.

His body was like a factory that had been damaged and stopped working. After the damage was repaired and new energy was injected, it resumed normal operation.

His heart began to pump blood powerfully, allowing the stagnant blood to flow happily again, like a conveyor belt, tirelessly transporting fuel to the entire body.

He breathed greedily in big gulps, and every cell in his body was filled with joy and metabolized hard to provide him with energy.

Russell felt that he could finally be called real now, finally alive. Before his heart started beating again, he was just a body barely keeping alive by the flames.

Gradually, Russell felt that his limbs were no longer stiff, strength was returning to his body, and the woman's power was no longer oppressive.

The woman realized this earlier than Russell. She took the initiative to give up suppressing Russell and lightly retreated with the iron rod in her hand.

"Want to run? Too late? You like hitting me with a stick so much, sooner or later I will let you taste the power of my stick!" Russell talked trash loudly and started chasing with a sword in hand.

Russell's legs, which had regained their vitality, ran wildly, and his arms swung the sword vigorously and slashed.

The situation reversed. Russell, who was originally at a disadvantage, now regained the upper hand and launched a vigorous attack.

Now, it was the woman's turn to dodge carefully.

However, despite the reversal in power, he still couldn't do anything to the woman.

Although this woman appears rough when attacking, she is very light and agile when defending.

Her steps when she dodged were light and graceful, like a deer leaping in the forest, and when she counterattacked, she occasionally used the ferocious iron rod as a rapier and thrust out unexpectedly, which forced Russell to be extremely alert when defending himself.

The two men fought in the cellar for who knows how long. Finally, Russell, who had vented his anger and felt tired again, realized that he now had strength but lacked skills.

Until he gains enough strength to ignore this woman's skills, he probably won't be able to take her down.

"Forget it, forget it, I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore!" Russell chose a delaying tactic. He jumped back on his own initiative and stopped the attack.

The woman's unfocused eyes were still looking in Russell's direction, but this time, she finally did not launch an attack.

The cellar returned to silence, with only Russell's heavy breathing as the sound.

Russell didn't know if it was his illusion, but the golden light on the woman seemed to dim a little.

008 Full Meal

In addition to the golden light on her body becoming dim, the woman no longer tried to block the cellar door.

She seemed to realize that she could not suppress Russell easily, so she chose to stand in front of the low table and block Russell's sight with her body.

The woman's protective attitude was obvious.

Russell remembered the thick stack of notebooks next to the wooden cup when he reached out to take it.

I think this woman was here to protect these notebooks. Perhaps she had been guarding the door of the cellar and killing so many little demons, also to protect these notebooks.

Whether she was Margaret or not, she didn't seem to care about the diary or the map.

Russell tried to move forward, and the woman tensed up visibly. Although her eyes were still unfocused, she looked as if she was ready to attack at any moment.

Russell tentatively reached out to the diary and slowly held it in his hand.

During this process, the woman seemed to be unable to resist attacking Russell several times.