Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Margaret has already begun to think about how to make a political deal with Elda and the Knights who are about to arrive in Meldorf. Margaret is convinced that the reputation of the Walhausen family can still be useful.

It's so annoying to have to deal with this shit as soon as I return to Usedom! I'd rather spend my whole life with my Lord on Saint Margaret's Island slaying demons!

In Margaret's eyes, Russell's emphasis on evidence is the embodiment of divine justice, but it seems so out of place in the filthy country of Usedom.

This is Usedom's fault!

Margaret scratched her golden hair irritably.

Margaret even felt ashamed to mention the so-called "political exchange" to Russell, which would undoubtedly be a desecration of her gods.

At this moment, Rosalyn's exclamation attracted the attention of Russell and Margaret.

"What? Francine, you said you have a solution?" Rosalyn was surprised and delighted. "Tell it to me quickly. Francine is the best for me!"

Rosalyn glanced at Margaret with a little pride: I have such a caring sister, do you?

Rosaline's little expression actually eased Margaret's irritable mood a lot. This innocent and compassionate wizard lady is much cuter than those political animals in Usedom, isn't she?

So Margaret flattered Rosaline and listened attentively.

Rosalyn was very proud now. In order to show off the help Francine had brought her, Rosalyn repeated Francine's words word for word.

"Ah? Sister must hold you in her arms when she sleeps at night? You are not allowed to secretly go and make out with Russell... You, you, you, you, what nonsense are you talking about!" Rosalyn was immediately upset, and she stomped her feet with a blushing face.

Russell covered his forehead helplessly. Even if he covered Francine's box with a blanket, she would still notice it. It seemed that he had to use a more cautious method - wait, how is this like not caring about married life after having a daughter? Am I going to experience a midlife crisis just after traveling through time?

After a chaotic fight, Rosalyn angrily drew a magic circle on Francine's box that could emit sound, and warned her, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will ignore you!"

So Francine finally spoke out her idea.

"Who said there were no witnesses? Of course there were witnesses!" Francine said arrogantly.

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102 Cow

Francine didn't keep Russell and the others in suspense as they looked at each other in bewilderment.

“And there’s that cow? Wasn’t she there the whole time at the ‘site’ you mentioned?” Francine said.

Russell stared at Francine's box, feeling as if he were talking to a radio. "Francine, do you have a way to talk to that cow?"

"Well, of course!" Francine's attitude towards Russell had never been good - this was the bastard who stole her sister - she said arrogantly.

However, Russell's gaze made her voice lower involuntarily: "At least, at least I can feel its very faint soul."

Francine's soul was torn out by Renatus from Brochard's soul, and Brochard's soul was nourished and grown by devouring a large number of human souls.

Russell wasn't sure if some miraculous mutation had occurred during this process, allowing Francine to actually sense the cow's soul.

At least when Russell hunted and killed animals, he did not feel that the animals had souls, nor did he hear that demons would devour the souls of animals.

Although all the people had died on Sainte-Marguerite Island, there were still many animals alive.

Rosalyn suddenly became excited: "What are we waiting for? Let's go and ask the cow."

"Wait a minute," Margaret said, "That won't do. Communicating with spirits and animals are all witchcraft techniques. If caught by the Church or the Knights Templar, you'll be burned at the stake!"

Obviously, as a Usedom native, Margaret is the one who understands the national conditions of Usedom better.

Seeing Rosalyn's disapproving look, Margaret continued, "Although we are not afraid of the inferior force here, the evidence obtained in this way cannot be used to exonerate Mr. Ernst."

Margaret hadn't finished speaking yet.

Even if they could forcibly exonerate old Ernst, when they left here, the old Ernst, who was already old and had few teeth, might not be willing to leave with them. He would not be able to withstand the subsequent retaliation.

By then, old Ernst would be sent to the stake and burned alive for colluding with wizards, and his end would not be much better than it is now.

Rosalyn was so angry that her face swelled up like a balloon.

Russell then said, "So, let's go back in the middle of the night. At least we can get the truth from the cow, and then we can consider which direction to go. Now we can't be sure whether old Ernst is innocent, right?"

Now that Russell had spoken, the matter was settled.

Before the electrical age, the night belonged to every person and every family, and few people could wrest it from others for their own use.

Soon after dark, the entire manor fell into silence, with only a few rooms still emitting faint candlelight.

After avoiding all the servants who were still trying to hold on, Russell and his companions quietly sneaked into the cowshed.

Despite the darkness, the cow in question was easy to spot, not only because of Russell's darkvision, but also because she was the only one in the pen with a calf.

With the owner dead and the person directly responsible in jail, the cattle herding sector was undoubtedly paralyzed.

This resulted in the calf, which should have been taken away from the cow, being able to spend another day with its mother.

Two cows, one big and one small, were lying on the ground with their four legs bent under their bellies, their entire abdomens pressed against the ground.

The cow's head is naturally stretched forward, and its mouth is chewing and chewing as it chews the cud.

The calf's head is bent backwards, tightly attached to its front hooves.

The cow woke up from its sleep and was about to scream, but in the dim light it saw the two swords on Russell's waist, so it lay down meekly again, with fear and pleading still in its eyes.

The cow's eyes were so vivid that Russell thought it might have mistaken him for a butcher or someone trying to steal its calf.

At that moment, Russell felt that it was not difficult for Francine to sense the cow's soul and communicate with it.

Russell glanced at the box in Rosalyn's arms and said, "Well, let's show you how to communicate with cows, Francine."

Francine said nothing, but Russell clearly felt a fluctuation of her soul.

Russell felt Francine's soul spreading in all directions. To Russell, it was a very mysterious and indescribable feeling, as if everything in the world suddenly had a soul.

At the same time, Russell felt that the fire in his body also sensed Francine's soul, and it was eager to attack, like a predator startled by its prey.

This is not okay. This is my sister-in-law’s. You can’t eat this.

Russell pressed his chest and forcibly suppressed the flame's "appetite".

As Russell suppressed the flames, the area around Heinrich's manor became even quieter. Even the owls that occasionally hooted at night stopped hooting, as if Francine's spirit had completely hypnotized the night.

At the same time, Rosalyn also raised her staff, her ten fingers dancing on the staff deftly, and a beam of magical light enveloped the cow.

Rosalyn, contrary to her usual habit, did not yawn tonight because she hadn't been able to get to bed on time.

On the contrary, Rosalyn was in high spirits, like a child who was finally allowed to stay up late during the New Year holidays. She was even a little too excited, and she performed a complicated magic spell even faster than usual.

Then the cow, enveloped in magic, suddenly spoke: "Please, please, don't take the child away from you."

Although he thought he was mentally prepared, when the cow actually spoke human language, Russell still felt a strange and indescribable absurdity - although the incoherent words alleviated this absurdity.

"This is the result of our discussion. I used magic to translate its soul fluctuations." Seeing Russell's expression, Rosaline whispered in Russell's ear and explained.

"As the daughter of a naturalist and a knight, Margaret raises cattle at home, so she knows a lot about cows; Francine is an expert in souls; and I happen to know magic." Rosalyn proudly whispered in Russell's ear.

Rosalyn spoke in a playful tone, which made Russell's ears itchy.

Russell shook his head and scratched his ear, deciding not to think about magic anymore.

At this moment, Russell finally gave up using the scientific paradigm to forcibly understand magic.

Magic involves the soul and is completely different from science. In Russell's previous life, it was difficult to define what the soul was and whether it existed.

All in all, now Russell just needs to know that it was the ladies' cooperation that made the cows speak.

"Can you understand what we are saying now?" Russell asked the cow.

But the cow just kept repeating, "Please, please, don't take the child away from me."

At the same time, the cow's eyes were secretly staring at the two swords on Russell's waist - a knight sword and a katana to be exact.

"As long as you answer our questions, I promise you that I will never take this calf away from you, okay?" Russell asked tentatively.

Even with the dual blessing of the spirit magnifying its wisdom and Rosaline's magic, the cow can barely communicate with humans, but its intelligence is still very limited.

After Russell made his promise, the cow was completely relieved. Perhaps it was because the cow had never experienced the intrigues and deceptions of the human world, or perhaps it was because old Ernst had never lied to him before, in short, it easily believed Russell's promise.

Of course, even though it was just a cow, Russell had no intention of breaking his promise.

In Russell's opinion, the simplest solution to fulfill the promise was to buy the cow and her calf and raise them on Morganna.

I think a big eater like Rosalyn would like dairy products, and she would never mind raising two more cows.

Russell even arranged a place for the cow and her calf.

Although the cow didn't know what Russell was thinking, there was no longer any worry in its innocent and simple eyes.

It glanced tenderly at the calf, which had fallen back into a deep sleep under the soothing influence of Francine's spirit, licked the calf's neck gently, and then spoke.

"Okay." It said so crisply.

103 Cause of death

Russell didn't expect that the word "good" said by the cow was the most clear and concise thing it could say.

In fact, communicating with a cow is more difficult than talking to a child who has a short attention span. It cannot understand overly complex sentences, metaphors, or even pronouns.

The cow's name is Bald. Giving a female such a name is obviously very rude in human social etiquette. This strange name was given to it by old Ernst.

However, it is obvious that its aesthetic taste is not in line with that of humans. It is quite fond of this name. It does not understand personal pronouns like "I", so it particularly likes the name "Bald".

Russell couldn't understand what it was saying as it struggled to utter the Meldorf-accented syllables of the word.

It was only by repeatedly using phrases like "bald head and child" while licking its calf that it succeeded in making Russell know its name.

Russell soon discovered that when he proactively called the cow "bald," its answers were more accurate.

Maybe such a name will make the cow understand "who I am". Now even cows will think about such philosophical questions. The other world is indeed very inward-looking.

Russell was joking in his heart.

But soon Russell couldn't laugh anymore.

He spent a lot of time and patience communicating with the cows, using both words and gestures. He was exhausted and sweating profusely on this cold night in late winter and early spring before he finally understood the whole story of Adrian Heinrich's death.

According to "Bald", Adrian Heinrich beat old Ernst and knocked him unconscious, and then he fell to the ground and died suddenly.

He had already died before the bald man poured cow dung on his face, and his death had nothing to do with old Ernst or the cow dung.

"So, Baldy, why did you pour cow dung on him?" Russell asked curiously.

"Thank you for not separating the children. I am venting my anger." The bald man replied.

Russell questioned him for a long time before he understood what the bald man meant. What he meant was that it was because old Ernst did not separate him and his calf, so after old Ernst was beaten, he realized that something was wrong and chose to vent his anger for old Ernst.

Later, old Ernst woke up from his coma, but he neither looked at it nor at Adrian Heinrich. Instead, he walked home instinctively with a bleeding head.

"I didn't realize you were so loyal, Baldy." Russell praised.

After figuring out the whole story, Russell was certain that old Ernst was completely innocent, and he could now think without any burden about how to exonerate old Ernst.

"Don't worry, Baldy, I will buy you and your calf from the owner tomorrow, and you can stay with your calf forever." Russell, in a good mood, did not forget his promise, and he took the initiative to say to Baldy.

So Rosalyn withdrew the magic, Francine dismissed the séance, and the cow became docile and silent again. It flicked its tail and patted Russell, then fell asleep on the ground again.

"Haha..." Rosalyn yawned loudly. As her worries faded, she felt sleepy again and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"I knew it, I knew Mr. Ernst must be innocent, hehe." Rosalyn leaned on Russell, grinning foolishly.

Then she suddenly exclaimed again, and suddenly became alert: "Oh, the sentry circle of the Cornflower has been triggered! Someone sneaked onto the ship!"

Russell and his party hurried to the Bluebonnet.

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"No, absolutely not! You can't just get on board and take Master Russell's things!" Mark stood in front of the Cornflower and confronted the villagers.

The villagers, who had already checked the spot during the day to make sure that no one was guarding it, looked at each other in bewilderment when they all decided to take risks in the middle of the night. After realizing that so many people had the same idea, they gradually became more confident.

"Mr. Russell is so rich, he doesn't care about such things at all!"

"Such a big boat is sitting here with no one to drive it. I don't think anyone wants it either! We can just take it apart and use it as firewood!"

"Maybe there's still food on board! It hasn't rained at all this winter!"

Mark is not much nobler than these villagers. If Russell was not the chief judge of old Ernst, he might have joined these villagers and moved together like ants tacitly.

Even a simple-minded man like Mark absolutely did not want the villagers to offend Russell at this critical juncture. His simple survival wisdom told him that if he made Master Russell unhappy, his father's life would definitely be in danger.

Therefore, facing the increasingly surging crowd, Mark gritted his teeth and stood in front of them.