Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

The mechanical doll Francine laughed even more crazily, and her whole body made a crackling sound of metal friction and collision.

"Yes, Francine, we sisters are just poor people abandoned by our father." Rosalyn's tone was still calm.

Then Rosalyn smiled at Margaret and said, "Please move aside, Margaret."

"Rosaline?" Margaret asked uncertainly, still looking wary.

"It's okay, Margaret, let me hug my sister." Rosalyn gave a loving smile and handed the wand in her hand to Margaret.

Then Rosalyn opened her arms and said to Francine, "Come, Francine, let your sister hold you."

"Can I, uh, can I?" Francine panicked and took a tentative step forward.

"Of course, Francine. It's all my fault. I should have come to see you earlier." Rosalyn's smile became brighter.

Francine walked faster and faster until she finally threw herself into Rosalyn's arms: "Wooooooaaaaaah, sister! Wooooooaaaaaaah! Sister!"

Francine burst into tears, but unfortunately the robot did not have tear ducts.

Rosalyn was holding a "sister" made of a metal lump in her arms, and she felt a little weird, but Francine's miserable cry made her feel pity.

Rosalyn imitated her grandmother's way of comforting her and gently soothed Francine, but Francine hugged her tighter and tighter, making Rosalyn a little breathless.

“Francine?”

"What's wrong, sister?"

"Be gentle, I'm going to suffocate if you hold me so tightly."

"No, if I let go, my sister will run away!"

"I promise I will never abandon you, Francine." Although Rosalyn was in pain from being strangled, she still tried her best to keep her tone calm.

At the same time, Rosaline kept using her eyes to tell Margaret that she was fine and that she could comfort her "sister" and told Margaret not to act rashly.

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Author's words: Thanks to Zi Kang Kang Kang Kang Kang for the reward and monthly ticket

Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the reward and coins

Thanks for the dark urging

Thanks to Hunter Eleven and OvO for their monthly tickets

Thanks for the coin without a nickname

087 Blind Spot

Francine, the love-deprived mechanical doll, loosened her tight arms hesitantly, but she still held her "sister" in her arms, as if her sister would leave her as soon as she let go.

After loosening her arms slightly and finding that her sister did not struggle or let go of her, Francine continued to cry loudly, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances of being abandoned by her father.

The expression on Rosalyn's face softened, and Margaret's mood also relaxed.

Margaret breathed a long sigh and looked at the strange sisters hugging each other affectionately with a smile on her face.

After relaxing, Margaret's scholarly instinct took over and she began to sort out the clues in her mind.

Francine is Rosalyn's "sister", a mechanical doll created by Rosalyn's father, Renatus Catisius, out of his longing for Rosalyn.

This means that the owner of the castle is Rosaline's father, Renatus Catisius.

So where did these mechanical puppets and the magic steel used to create Francine come from? How did this mechanical puppet, Francine, gain a soul and come to life?

Rosalyn said that her father Renatus was said to be a genius in magic. Could it be that Renatus was so talented that he could use magic to create life?

What about the storm? Where did Renatus go when Francine thought she'd been abandoned? And what happened to the Bluebonnet? Is there any way we can get off this island?

Margaret thought about it for a moment and found that the problems at hand were still piling up.

But looking at Francine crying loudly, now was obviously not a good time to ask these questions.

Therefore, Margaret could only choose to ask Rosalyn the most important question at the moment: "Rosalin, since Francine is the owner of this castle, it means that many of our previous judgments were wrong. So, should we go and meet our master?"

Margaret's words reminded Rosalyn, who gently hugged Francine and nodded, "Yes, we should go meet up with Russell."

Francine suddenly tightened her arms around Rosalyn, once again making her breathless.

Francine's tone was filled with anxiety. "Russell? Reunion? Are you leaving me, sis? No! You can't leave! You can't go!"

"Ahem, ahem, I won't abandon you, Francine. I promise." Rosalyn was strangled to the point of choking, but she still managed to remain calm.

"No! Daddy also said that he would not abandon me! Daddy lied to me! Now you, sister, want to lie to me too! You are all liars! All liars!" Francine became emotional again, and Rosalyn was strangled even tighter by her.

Rosalyn once again used her eyes to stop Margaret from trying to help. She frowned slightly, endured the pain, and said reluctantly, "Sister is different from father. Sister was abandoned by father too. Sister knows what it feels like to be abandoned. So, sister will not abandon Francine, sister promises."

"Sister, promise?" Francine's emotions calmed down a little, and her arms around Rosalyn loosened a little.

Rosalyn's brows relaxed a lot, and she nodded: "Yes, sister promises."

Francine reluctantly released her arms from around Rosalyn, but she held Rosalyn's right hand with her left and refused to separate.

Rosaline felt that the magic steel palm of her "sister" was cold, and it felt a little strange to hold such a hand.

Francine pulled Rosalyn to a window and pulled a handle. The curtains swung shut, blocking out the light outside.

Then, when Francine pulled the handle again, the curtains opened again, but this time what appeared in the window was not the metal garden, the tropical rainforest, and the vast ocean, but instead the scene inside the metal castle.

"What is this?" Rosalyn asked curiously.

Francine boasted with some pride, "Hey, this is optical magic. I can adjust the surveillance location just by using this joystick!"

Then her voice grew listless again: "This is what our bastard dad left behind when he abandoned us."

It turned out that Renatus Catisius had made a series of magical modifications to the castle. These windows were like surveillance screens, capable of monitoring different places through optical magic.

Noticing Francine's depression, Rosalyn quickly clenched the cold metal palm in her hand and comforted her, "It's okay, Francine, it's okay. You have a sister now."

“Hmm!” Francine perked up. She looked at the surveillance screen and frowned. “The man you were with isn’t in any of these places.”

What is that man, please show respect to my Lord!

Margaret frowned in dissatisfaction. Just as she was about to correct Francine, Rosalyn turned her head, looked at her with a pleading look, and then shook her head slightly.

For Rosalyn's sake, and for Francine's unstable mood, Margaret swallowed her criticism.

After several rounds of surveillance camera angle changes, Francine shook her head. "Sister, that man is no longer under optical magic surveillance..."

Rosalyn immediately became anxious. "Ah! What should we do? So the optical magic left by Dad can't monitor everywhere?"

"No, there's only one place in the castle that can't be monitored. It's a secret room. Dad said the devil's soul is sealed in that room. It's very dangerous for me, so he won't let me see that room." Francine explained, shaking her head.

Margaret breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on her face. "Francine, you said that the devil's soul is sealed in that secret room?"

…………

"Ms. Francine, you said that the owner of this castle has a demon soul sealed in his body?" Russell confirmed to the portrait.

It would be great if it was a demon soul instead of a full-blown demon. I'm an expert at dealing with demon souls.

Russell thought so.

"Yes, Mr. Russell." The woman in the portrait smiled softly and even nodded slightly.

"Ms. Francine, you, you can speak? And you can move?" Mr. Brochard, who claimed to have explored this castle for who knows how long, was a little mentally broken. He asked in disbelief.

"Yes, Mr. René Brochard." Francine smiled softly again and nodded slightly.

René Brochard asked unwillingly, "I have said so many things to you over the years, why have you never answered me?"

"Mr. Russell is a handsome man, but you hide your face in a goat's head. I am a timid lady and I dare not talk to you easily." Francine said in a rather harsh tone.

"Just because he's handsome?" Brochard's hands began to tremble.

Russell couldn't help but worry that the gray-haired Brochard might develop cardiovascular diseases such as cerebral thrombosis due to anger.

Of course, Russell was secretly pleased to hear Francine's unreserved praise of his handsomeness and her different treatment of him and Brochard.

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Thanks for the tips and coins without nickname

088 The Third Handshake

Russell felt that what Francine said made some sense. Brochard covered his face with a sheep's head mask, hiding his head and showing his tail. He really didn't look like a good person.

But it's a bit strange to hear this from a talking painting.

Russell simply felt that there was a soul hidden in the painting because of the sensitivity brought by the fire.

He had only intended it to be a casual trick, but he hadn't expected the painting to identify itself as "Francine" after he had spoken casually.

Russell wasn't sure if it was really such a coincidence that the soul of the daughter of the original owner of the castle was indeed inhabiting the painting; or if the painting would agree to whatever name he called out and make up an identity according to Russell's words.

All in all, this painting is very strange.

Although Russell appeared very surprised, he still remained quite skeptical in his heart.

Looking at Brochard's heaving chest and the way he was pulling his white hair in frustration, in order to prevent the old man from getting really angry and doing something bad, Russell chose to bring the topic back on track.

In any case, Russell felt that he still knew very little about the castle and the island. He decided to get more information from the painting before considering what to do next.

"So, you are not the daughter of the owner of this castle, Ms. Francine?" Russell asked.

"No, of course I am! It's just that after my father disappeared, the devil took over my father's castle! He also stole my name! I am the real Francine Catisius! That damn metal doll is a fake!" When her identity was mentioned, the lady Francine in the painting became angry and emotional.

Catisius? Rosalyn's last name is also Catisius...

Russell's heart moved, but his expression remained calm. He tentatively asked, "Catesius? This surname sounds somewhat familiar..."

Russell scratched his head in distress.

"Of course it sounds familiar to you. My father is Renatus Catisius! He was also a famous magic genius when he was young!" Francine said rather reservedly. She seemed quite proud of her father and family background.

No way? Margaret had half-jokingly suggested naming the island Santa Rosalin Island, but unexpectedly, her father had appeared on the island.

If the original owner of this castle was Renatus Catisius, where did these magic steels come from? Did Renatus Catisius defect to the devil?

"Ah, when you say that, I'm reminded of your father's famous name! I never imagined such an exquisite castle was built by Master Renatus Catisius! How disrespectful!"

Despite his doubts, Russell still praised Renatos enthusiastically.

"Oh, that makes a lot more sense now... I think a castle like this, a culmination of human wisdom, couldn't be built by just any ordinary person!"

"Hehe, of course! These metals are all spoils of war that my father obtained from his battles with demons! The floating island he built was enough to annihilate an entire demon army!"

Francine in the painting narrowed her eyes and proudly praised her father.

Uh, Rosaline's father is even more powerful than Margaret's father. He's actually a great magician who can annihilate an entire demon army. How will he deal with the kid who kidnapped his daughter...

Russell couldn't help but feel a slight toothache, and then he suddenly realized the message revealed in Francine's words.

So Russell quickly asked, "Wait, beautiful lady, you said this island is a floating island?"

"Yes, the floating island. Father transformed it into a sea fortress specifically for fighting demons!"

Russell suddenly understood.

The Bluebonnet was not stolen silently by someone. On the contrary, it is likely that the Bluebonnet is still in the same place; it was Santa Rosalin Island that drifted away on its own.

No wonder all the sentry arrays Rosaline set up were useless.

At this time, Brochar, who had been chewing on the name Renatus Catisius, suddenly became abnormal.

"Renatus Catisius! Renatus Catisius! Renatus Catisius! Hahahahahahaha, hahahahahaha! I remember, I remember!"

René Brochard laughed wildly.

I can see that each of you has problems.

Russell held the sword vigilantly, ready to strike first if the situation got worse.

René Brochard ignored Russell's vigilance and laughed so hard that he bent over.

"René Brochard, René Brochard! You actually chose such a ridiculous name! Hahahahahaha! Unfortunately, I won!"

So you are not René Brochard at all, but when you hear the name Renatus Catisius you suddenly remember who you are?

Russell raised an eyebrow. "Then, may I have the honor of knowing your real name, sir?"

"Mr. Russell, you can call me Brochard as before." Brochard's voice was full of clarity as if he had suddenly realized something. He no longer hid himself and his confusion behind layers of etiquette.