Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Russell certainly wouldn't spoil the fun. He nodded decisively: "Well, Santa Rosalin Island, what a great name. Let's just stick with it!"

"Besides, aren't we exploring this island? How can you say it has nothing to do with you, Rosaline?" Russell said with a smile.

So the secret joy on Rosalin's face turned into a happy smile, but this smile was not as bright as before, and it contained some melancholy.

Although this hint of melancholy made Rosalyn's smile more charming, Russell still hoped from the bottom of his heart that he could erase the melancholy and let her become the innocent and silly girl she used to be.

To this end, we naturally have to work hard to get the Cornflower back.

So Russell led the way and took the lead into the dense palm grove.

Margaret and Rosalyn followed closely behind.

The setting sun stretched the shadows of the palm trees very long. The shadows of these trees cast on the ground looked strange and gaudy, like the mouth of a giant beast ready to devour its prey.

When the wind blew, the broad leaves of the palm tree swayed, and it looked like the giant beast began to chew and eat.

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074 Overnight in the Rainforest

The palm grove was very quiet at dusk, with only the sound of hurried footsteps.

As they crossed the palm grove, the impatient Margaret took the lead, obsessed with retrieving her research notes.

After Margaret assured Russell that she was a naturalist and had extensive experience in wilderness exploration, Russell handed over the leadership role to her.

Russell believed that a naturalist like Margaret who had actually explored the wild was at least more professional than himself, a traveler who was only familiar with the concrete jungle.

Therefore, Russell chose to stay behind and let Rosaline, the only one among the three who was not good at close combat, walk in the center of the team.

However, Russell, who was at the rear, kept frowning.

Even though he was hidden in the jungle, and the dense tropical jungle blocked a lot of sight, Russell's feeling of being secretly watched never disappeared.

This strange intuition made Russell nervous. He kept frowning and looking around, trying to find out where the damn peeper was hiding, but he never found anything.

This made Russell a little upset. He even felt that the shadows lengthened by the setting sun were full of ominousness.

Margaret, who was walking in front, carefully identified the footprints and traces left by the mechanical puppet, and then sent the animal mimicked by fire to move forward to test whether this was a trap.

After confirming that it was safe, he turned around and wanted to greet Russell and Rosaline.

"The front should be——"

Margaret's words stopped abruptly.

Looking at Rosaline, whose head was nodding, her eyes narrowed into slits, and she was almost asleep leaning against a tree, Margaret swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"What's going on up ahead?" Russell, who was looking around, turned around.

Russell was halfway through his words when he saw Margaret pointing at Rosaline and making a gesture to silence him.

So Russell swallowed the next question he was about to ask.

"Rosaline has fallen asleep while standing. Let's stop here today, my lord." Margaret walked up to Russell and said in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll make a fire and prepare dinner, and you just look after Rosaline and find a place to camp. Then set up some magic traps and sentry circles nearby." Russell completed the division of labor in a few words.

Margaret pouted in annoyance. "If the sentry array and magic traps were truly effective, the Cornflower wouldn't have been lost. It's clear our enemy is quite powerful."

"If that enemy was truly so powerful, he wouldn't have stopped his attack after sending the mechanical puppets to test us, and then stole the Cornflower while we were away. He clearly believed he was no match for us in a head-on fight."

"So, as long as these magic arrays and traps can provide us with a certain level of alertness and buy us a little reaction time, that will be enough."

Russell comforted Margaret in this way.

Since Russell's reasoning did sound reasonable, Margaret took a deep breath and nodded. "You are right, my Lord. I was too impatient and lost my composure."

"Relax, Margaret. You've been so tense today. I promise I'll get those research notes back for you."

Russell understood Margaret quite well, although he could not understand Margaret's feelings - Margaret insisted on protecting her research results even after her death. Russell would feel strange if she gave up easily.

"If something unexpected happens and we can't find it, I will accompany you back to Sainte Margaret Island, measure every inch of the land there again with my own feet, and write down those research notes again."

Russell solemnly promised Margaret.

Margaret finally relaxed after hearing Russell promise to accompany her to walk around Sainte Margaret Island again.

It seemed that she had actually prepared herself mentally for the possibility that the notes would never be recovered.

After the taut string loosened, Margaret's body relaxed all of a sudden, and a tired smile appeared on her face, but her eyes were shining as she looked at Russell.

"Yes, my lord."

Margaret moved her lips and finally gave this brief answer.

Russell laughed. "Alright, go ahead. Finish your work early so you can rest early. I'll be on duty tonight, so you can get some sleep. Don't argue. This is an order."

"Yes, my lord."

Although all the fish Russell caught were gone with the disappearance of the Bluebonnet, the rich and generous jungle was not short of food.

Before the sunset fell completely asleep, Russell quickly brought back a large pile of various tropical fruits.

Soon, the sweet aroma of fruit filled the air in front of the crackling bonfire.

As the fragrance spread, Rosalyn, who had been helped by Margaret to sit against the tree trunk and was sleeping soundly with her head tilted back, suddenly stopped breathing.

"It smells so good... What delicious food are you eating?" Rosalyn mumbled incoherently. She rubbed her eyes gently to wipe away the tenderness in them.

"You won't be sleepy anymore when you smell something delicious." Rosalyn's cute and innocent behavior made Russell laugh.

However, as they spent some time together, Russell had already anticipated this matter. He had estimated Rosaline's appetite and collected a large amount of fruit.

Russell then handed the peeled fruit to Rosalyn: "Here, it's just a tropical fruit from the rainforest. I don't even know what it's called."

Russell then turned to Margaret: "Margaret, do you know what it's called?"

Margaret shook her head. "This is the first time I've seen this either. Since Usedom is closer to the frigid zone, scholars in Kannos lack knowledge of the tropics. Comparatively speaking, Vitolos is closer to the tropics."

Margaret's implication was, of course, that this was something Rosalyn should have known.

However, Rosalyn was so focused on eating that she didn't think about any hidden meaning.

At this time, Rosalin had already swallowed the fruit with the thick peel removed. The sweet taste of the unknown fruit was so refreshing that she squinted her eyes happily.

Then Rosalin stared at the dagger in Russell's hand and the fruit peel that was peeled off bit by bit with the dagger, as if waiting to be fed.

However, Rosalyn was always impatient when it came to food, and she soon became impatient.

The magician turned around and looked around, took the uniquely shaped staff in her hand, then picked up a few large fruits and started performing magic.

Soon, the wind blade flew over and peeled the fruit cleanly. Rosalyn smiled triumphantly, then picked up the fruit and started to eat it in big mouthfuls, with juice overflowing.

After a long while, Rosalin finally rubbed her belly in satisfaction: "Hey, this is the most delicious fruit I have ever eaten. It's even better than the one I had at Vitolos before..."

Rosalyn's voice became quieter and quieter, and she slowly fell asleep. Her breathing became long again, and the light from the campfire danced on her face.

Russell and Margaret looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

The eldest daughter of this magic family is really a naive optimist.

He woke up, ate, and slept again with a silly smile on his face. How could he look like he was abandoned by the whole world when he discovered that the Cornflower had disappeared during the day?

For a moment, neither Russell nor Margaret spoke. They quietly enjoyed this moment of rest, and silence enveloped the rainforest.

After a long while, Margaret quietly approached Russell. She leaned over to his ear with seductive eyes and whispered, "My Lord, do you need a sacrifice tonight?"

Russell shook his head slightly and whispered, "No, forget it tonight. Go get some rest first. That prying eye hasn't disappeared yet. I don't have the habit of performing in front of outsiders."

"Yes, my lord."

Margaret whispered, she didn't seem surprised by Russell's choice.

Come to think of it, if two people are in the middle of a fierce battle, what would they do if the enemy suddenly comes to join in the fun without knowing the situation?

Then Margaret also sat down against a palm tree and closed her eyes.

Margaret fell asleep soon after, too, and judging by the speed at which she fell asleep, she too was exhausted.

Russell sat motionless by the campfire. He looked calm, but he was actually very annoyed. He was thinking about how to catch the snooper.

The peeper seemed to find it boring, and soon Russell's feeling of being spied on disappeared.

At this time, Russell's tense back finally relaxed, and he finally began to enjoy the peace of the night.

After an unknown amount of time, Russell suddenly heard footsteps.

Russell still had his eyes slightly closed as if he was dozing, but his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

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075 Midnight Visitor

As they approached the campfire, the footsteps were deliberately louder, as if the owner of the footsteps wanted to show that he had no hostility and deliberately made the noise to alert Russell and the other two who were sleeping against the palm tree.

And the footsteps stopped far away, and the owner of the footsteps tried to make a sound to wake up the three people around the campfire.

"Good evening, everyone," the visitor called out tentatively.

The voice sounded familiar, and Russell easily recognized it as the voice of the guy who called himself René Brochard.

Russell then opened his eyes, stood up, and replied, "Good evening, Mr. Brochard."

Although Brochard tried to be friendly, Russell did not trust him so easily.

Who knows what is going on with this old man in a gentleman's suit wandering around this tropical island? Maybe he is the culprit behind the disappearance of the Cornflower.

Russell didn't let his guard down at all.

"Uh, Mr. Russell? Are you here?" Brochard obviously recognized Russell's voice, but his voice sounded a little surprised.

Brochard's explanation perfectly explains why he was surprised: "I went to the beach to look for you guys before, but the boat had already left. I thought you had all left..."

As Mr. Brochard was explaining, the feeling of being spied on came back, and Russell's muscles tensed slightly. He was now certain that it was not Brochard who was spying on him.

Is Brochard playing a double game with the island's demons? Or does he really want to break the curse and leave?

Russell was unsure of Mr. Brochard's true intention, so he decided to pretend to be friendly with him for the time being and test the waters first.

"No, we didn't succeed in leaving, Mr. Brochard. You're right about one thing: it's not that easy to leave this cursed island. If we want to leave here, we may have to break the devil's curse."

"The devil's curse... Yes, the devil's curse." Mr. Brochard, who was still wearing the sheep's head mask, sighed. He hid in the shadows, cautiously.

Brochard looked at Margaret and Rosalyn, who were sitting there sleeping against a palm tree, and confirmed that Russell and his group were a team of three.

His entire face was hidden in the sheep-head mask, and he was in shadow. Russell could only vaguely see his outline. He could not see his expression or his gaze, so he had no way of judging Mr. Brochard's thoughts.

Looking at Mr. Brochard's behavior, Russell suddenly felt that Mr. Brochard should also know that there was a peeping Tom on the island. He was so cautious because he was avoiding surveillance.

At this time, Mr. Brochard continued to ask, "Then, Mr. Russell, are you willing to work with me, an old man, to try to break the mechanism on this island and lift the damn curse?"

This was the second time that Mr. Brochard invited Russell. In order to show solemnity, Mr. Brochard even took off his sheep head mask.

Although Mr. Brochard was still hiding in the darkness, the dark vision brought to Russell by the fire allowed him to clearly see Mr. Brochard's face.

Therefore, Russell could be sure that Brochar was not an imposter, but the one who had come to the Cornflower ship before.

Russell did not reduce his suspicion of Brochard. He always felt that the old man was highly suspicious of the loss of the Cornflower.

"This is not enough. We also have to kill the demon who cast the curse." Russell said with a smile.