Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

At this time, two little birds flew in from the window - to be more precise, these two birds were also mechanical birds. They were made of metal and gears, and they smelled of motor oil.

Russell walked to the window and cautiously did not touch the two mechanical birds. Instead, he looked out. Outside the window was a piece of metal that reflected the strong sunlight wantonly. The whiteness made Russell squint his eyes subconsciously.

"Perhaps we can leave from here." Mr. Brochard also came over. He took out a long hemp rope, hooked it on the window sill, and gestured, "Me first?"

Before Russell could answer, the tightly closed iron door opened with a click, and the tall mechanical puppet that had just left returned to the room, holding a large bowl of fruit from the island in its hand.

At this moment, a mechanical bird on the windowsill spoke the voice of the castle owner: "Guest, friend of Francine! Please taste the fruit I cultivated specially for my daughter! It tastes delicious, I think you will like it!"

Russell simply couldn't conjure up the image of a demon who toiled to cultivate tropical fruit for his mechanical puppet "daughter."

Is this demon really crazy?

081 Garden

"The fruit I cultivate tastes amazing! Please, sir, please give it a try!"

The deep middle-aged man's voice was still persistently promoting his products through the mechanical bird, with a touch of boasting in his voice.

Russell couldn't think of him as the owner of this strange castle, nor could he imagine him as a demon. Rather, he looked like a fruit farmer proudly showing off his harvest.

At the same time, the tall mechanical puppet put the fruit bowl on the table, and its lower jaw grinned as if trying to force a smile.

Then it stood beside the metal table with its hands behind its back, as if waiting for "guests" to come and taste the fruit.

This fruit was the food that Russell and his friends had been eating for the past two days, and they had eaten it many times.

However, Russell felt uncomfortable when he thought that the fruit he had been eating these days was grown by a mad demon.

If he hadn't clearly known that fire could protect him from all bad food, he would probably have vomited it out by now.

"Come, come, guests, please try it. This is my masterpiece! This is a high-quality variety specially bred for my daughter!" The mechanical bird was still chattering noisily.

This scene was so strange, wasn't it? Russell couldn't figure out whether he was here to explore or just visit.

However, the four people present probably had the same idea. No one reached out to take the fruit in the metal basin, even though the fruit looked particularly tempting.

Rosalyn couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, but still restrained herself.

“Eat it, why not eat it? This fruit is very good.”

At this time, the voice that sounded was no longer that of the castle owner, but a cold, mechanically synthesized voice. The tone had no ups and downs, and the intervals between each note were very even.

The voice came from the mechanical puppet standing in front of the table. The blue light in its eyes began to dim, and then a red light began to shine.

Russell tentatively picked up a piece of fruit.

The red light in the mechanical puppet's eyes began to dim, and it stared at Russell closely.

Russell held the fruit close to his mouth.

The blue light in the mechanical puppet's eyes lit up again.

Russell opened his mouth and smashed the fruit into the mechanical puppet's face.

The fruit covered the mechanical puppet's cheeks and slid down from the magic steel skull bit by bit, revealing the mechanical puppet's eyes that had turned red.

"Let's go! I'll cover the rear!"

In any case, Russell knew that he could not always let the owner of the castle lead him by the nose, so he drew the sword at his waist.

Margaret, who had a tacit understanding with Russell, took two steps at a time and pulled Rosaline to the window. She took the lead, tightly grasped the hemp rope with both hands, and slid down quickly.

Then Rosalyn also grabbed the rope and slid down.

Just as Rosalyn was about to land, the iron windows of the mechanical castle slammed shut, trapping Mr. Brochard and Russell in the living room.

"Whaaaaaaaaah, Russell!" Rosalyn screamed and fell downwards.

Margaret didn't have time to recover her numb feet from the shock, and quickly reached out to catch the panicked Rosaline who was falling freely.

The two of them fell together. Margaret's head was hit lightly by the broken hemp rope, while Rosalyn was even more unlucky and was hit on the head by her own strange staff.

"My lord!"

"Russell!"

The two of them got up from the ground in embarrassment. Rosalyn covered the big bump on her head in frustration, and Margaret threw the hemp rope aside in annoyance.

They looked up at the castle, which had turned into a smooth iron wall, and screamed in surprise.

The castle was rapidly deforming and reorganizing. Its internal structure began to adjust, and its rooms also rotated as the outer walls rotated. Soon, Margaret and Rosaline could no longer tell where they had left the castle.

The two stood there for a while, and Rosalyn spoke first: "Come on, Margaret, let's go find Russell!"

"Well, of course." Margaret nodded slightly, then she turned her head to look at the only passage in front of her, and what she saw was a dazzling sunlight.

It was a garden filled with flowers, lawns and tall trees.

The only difference between it and a real garden is that all the plants are made of metal.

As a naturalist, Margaret could identify every familiar plant in this cold metal garden: beech, oak, lavender, daisy, snowdrop, sage...

Margaret was keenly aware that these were temperate plants that would not tend to grow on this island.

However, their petals and leaves are made of thin metal sheets and there is no paint at all. The original shape of the plant is simulated by the color of the alloy itself.

Although every plant has been simulated with remarkable fidelity, the garden lacks the fragrance of flowers, grass, or earth.

The dazzling and sharp light of these metal plants does not allow people to stop and appreciate the beauty of the garden, but instead forces people to turn their heads away.

At this moment, a mechanical bird perched on an oak tree spoke again, and the familiar, deep, middle-aged man's voice rang out once again: "Welcome! Guests! Welcome to the garden I built for my daughter!"

Margaret frowned in annoyance. She just thought the mechanical bird was noisy.

Margaret wanted to draw her sword and use magic to make the noisy mechanical bird shut its mouth forever.

Rosalyn, who was relatively gentle, shook her head slightly and held Margaret's hand.

"I think we'd better not alarm those patrolling mechanical puppets, Margaret," Rosalyn said softly.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Margaret reluctantly let go of her hand, but her brows were furrowed even tighter.

At this time, the noisy mechanical bird continued to chatter: "Look! Every blade of grass and every tree here was created with great effort! I tried my best to restore them to their appearance in my mind. I hope my daughter will like it here! Dear guest, do you like it here?"

Neither Margaret nor Rosaleen answered.

After a while, the mechanical bird finally gave up: "Alright! Dear guest, I won't bother you anymore! Please enjoy wandering in this beautiful countryside!"

Then the mechanical bird stopped making any sound and just stood quietly on the treetop, motionless.

"I think this demon's mental state is not normal. Has it gone crazy a long time ago?" Margaret muttered unhappily.

Rosalyn shook her head. She didn't seem to want to judge the owner of the castle. "Come on, Margaret, let's go find the exit of the garden first. We need to find Russell as soon as possible."

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082 Mechanism (Update)

Rosalyn and Margaret walked through the metal garden, which was really very vast.

And there is another factor that greatly reduces their speed, that is, they also have to be careful of sharp leaves at all times.

Being scratched by an ordinary leaf would at most leave some scratches on the clothes, but neither Margaret nor Rosaline wanted to experience the feeling of being scratched by this metal blade.

The two walked forward in silence, and the metal garden was quiet.

Not even the wind could shake these metal flowers and plants, nor make them sway.

For a moment, the only sounds in the garden were those of Margaret and Rosaline's footsteps. Considering that all the flowers, plants, and trees were made of dead metal, the footsteps only made the "garden" seem dead silent.

"Don't you think it's strange, Margaret?" Rosaleen suddenly broke the lifeless silence.

"What? What did you find?" asked Margaret.

"Why did we see so many patrolling mechanical puppets before, but there is not a single one in such a big garden?" Rosaline frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

Margaret also had no answer. She shook her head and said half-jokingly, "I hope these mechanical puppets haven't all been attracted away by our Lord. If he attacks that 'daughter', I'm afraid he will make the castle's owner very unhappy."

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"Have all the mechanical puppets in the castle been attracted by us?" Russell complained loudly while waving his sword as he listened to the loud and messy footsteps.

Russell dodged the knife that was coming towards him with a sudden iron bridge move.

Brochard also looked much more embarrassed. He no longer had his previous calm and demeanor. Instead, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "They were attracted by you! By you! I'm just an innocent bystander who was implicated by your recklessness! Mr. Russell!"

Brochar, with sweat on his forehead, used his magic to paralyze the mechanical puppets rushing towards him, and then distanced himself from the mechanical puppets.

Ever since Russell threw the tropical fruit on the head of the mechanical puppet he regarded as his "daughter", he was like stirring up a hornet's nest.

Amidst the rumbling sounds, the reception room moved several times in succession. Then, an entrance opened from the messy wall, and many combat mechanical puppets rushed in and began to fight with the two uninvited guests.

"You brought me here! Mr. Brochard! Think about it, the owner of this castle, that insane devil, locked both you and me here instead of letting you escape. This shows that in his eyes we are at least equally hateful!" Russell insisted on not taking the blame alone.

Russell stabbed a mechanical puppet that attacked Brochar from behind with a sword. The sword hit its power core (which was the location of the "daughter's" heart), paralyzing the mechanical puppet.

"You owe me your life, Monsieur Brochard!"

Brochar cast two spells, hitting the mechanical puppet that was holding a knife high up behind Russell and was about to chop him, causing it to twitch all over.

"Now I don't owe you anything, Mr. Russell!"

The two men fought and fled.

Russell actually wanted to attract all the mechanical puppets to relieve the pressure on Margaret and Rosaline. Although he looked full of flaws, he was actually still at ease.

Moreover, Russell wanted to observe what Mr. Brochard's ultimate killer move was, so he only used his sword to paralyze the mechanical puppets and was absolutely unwilling to use his ultimate sword energy to clear the field.

Old man, I don’t believe that you can only paralyze these mechanical puppets. You have explored this castle with ease for so many years. If this is the only skill you have, you would have died long ago!

Brochar was also determined not to use any spell more powerful than the one that could paralyze the mechanical puppet.

Little guy, you killed so many mechanical puppets. I don’t believe you pierced them one by one with your sword. If this is the only ability you have, you would be dead!

Coincidentally, Brochard also wanted to see Russell's killer move, so the two of them were in a stalemate. They were entangled by a large number of mechanical puppets and could not escape for a while.

What a cunning old fox!

What a cunning little fox!

Russell and Brochard cursed in their hearts almost at the same time.

They looked at each other at this moment, and simultaneously showed fake smiles on their faces, as if they were tacit friends smiling knowingly.

At this time, another door opened, and Brochar threw a large number of spells at them, paralyzing all the mechanical puppets that were about to rush in.

Then he yelled at Russell, who seemed to be reluctantly fighting with the mechanical puppet, "Quick, this way! Go this way! I know the way here!"

After fighting with such a large number of mechanical puppets, Russell carefully felt their combat effectiveness. He felt relieved only after he believed that with the cooperation of Margaret and Rosaline, he could deal with at least one team of mechanical puppets.

At this time, hearing Brochar's roar, Russell finally gave up fighting. He rushed out suddenly, passing by the blade, brushing past the lightning, sticking to the mechanical puppets trying to recover from paralysis, and followed the path pointed by Brochar, leaving this strange guest room.

"Hurry!" Brochard saw Russell coming and pulled a lever hard.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of machinery sounded again, and the structure inside the castle changed again. The floor where Russell and Brochard were standing was hanging on the hinges and was slowly descending.

"This is the first time I've seen the 'mechanical daughter' of this castle!" Brochard exclaimed after taking a breath.

"Mr. Brochard, you've gone deep into this room so many times before, but you've never been to this room?" Russell asked curiously.

"No! I've been into a bedroom before, but it was a completely aristocratic bedroom... There were oil paintings on the walls, the furniture was all made of wood, there were silver forks and gold candlesticks, it looked like a place where humans live!" Mr. Brochard said, shaking his head.

Russell joked, "Ha, I thought there would be a lava bath and a mist sauna! That's more in line with the image of a demon, hahahaha!"

Brochard and Russell looked at each other and burst into laughter.

The metal floor took an extremely long time to descend. Mr. Brochard stopped smiling and said seriously, "Once we're at a stop, there will be a patrol of mechanical puppets ahead, along with numerous traps. We need to be extremely careful and avoid triggering any of the traps. You must follow me closely."

Russell also became serious and nodded.

"Go into a ventilation duct from the front. There's a mechanism hidden in that duct. We need to trigger the mechanism from there, and then crawl to the bottom of the duct... After passing these mechanisms, we can reach the bedroom I mentioned before."

Russell tried hard to remember the steps Brochard had told him, when a dull roar sounded and the floor's descent ended.

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