Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"Whichever one you like, just take it away!"

"How can I say that?" Russell said without any embarrassment. "This is the cow your uncle worked so hard to save!"

In Russell's opinion, he solved a big problem for Elda.

If Elda continues to be coerced by this priest, her future days will probably not be easy. For this reason, Russell deliberately emphasized the three words "your uncle" to imply that he had heard about this matter.

As expected, Elda was very happy: "You have taken such good care of me and solved a lot of problems for me. A few cows can't express my gratitude to you."

"Then I'll be honored to refuse." Russell smiled, then walked away with a swagger. He didn't plan to lead more than one animal, just "Bald" and its calf.

After Russell left, Elda's maid breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground. She smelled the bloody smell, looked at the bloodstains and the body that had been cut in half in the room, and finally couldn't help it and vomited with a wow sound.

Elda could only shake her head and smile bitterly, but she also felt a little relieved in her heart. Of course, only a little.

"Miss, how dare Russell kill someone from the Inquisition?" Elda's maid, who had finally recovered, asked in disbelief with a pale face.

Elda sighed. "Oh, you should be smarter. Didn't you see the woman next to him? The blonde, her coat of arms is the Walhausen family!"

"Is that the Knight of the Nation, Walhausen?"

Elda scoffed, "Is there another Wallhausen in Usedom? Humph, a member of the Knights of the Patriotic Knights, what's wrong with killing a few dogs of the Inquisition?"

"After the Great Retreat, without the Knights of the Nation patrolling the border, it took several attempts to repel the demons to secure the current border. Where can the Inquisition go to show off its power?"

The maid's expression remained grim: "But, but that sir should at least clean up this place."

Although she was still complaining, the maid didn't even dare to call Russell by his name.

"Hmph, you don't understand. This is the opportunity that Mr. Russell has left us. Once we get rid of the body, we'll be on the same boat with him," Elda said disapprovingly. "Let's find a few trustworthy people with tight-lipped mouths to take care of this little matter."

After hearing what Elda said, the maid finally breathed a sigh of relief and her face regained color.

There was no doubt that imagining herself standing next to Russell gave her a huge sense of security, and even the blood on the ground did not make her feel so uncomfortable.

The maid was still in the mood to tease her mistress: "Oh, I see you don't want to be in the same boat with him, you want to sleep in the same bed with him?"

"Hmph, I did think so, but it's a pity that he doesn't like me. Look at his lovers, one is from the Walhausen family, and the other one also has an extraordinary family background judging by her clothes and complicated family crest." Elda sighed with regret.

The maid was tactful and didn't respond.

Elda continued, "If Mr. Russell didn't have animal ears and a tail, I would have mistaken him for royalty!"

"Miss, could he be the King's illegitimate son? His Majesty disregarded the prohibitions against bloodlines and fell in love with a mortal woman, fathering a son. However, in the end, he was unable to overcome the rules passed down through countless generations and returned to the palace in disgrace, leaving his son to wander among the common people."

The maid's imagination was so wild that she instantly imagined a bloody drama.

Elda's face changed. It was obvious that discussing the royal family in private could easily violate taboos. "Watch your mouth, or I'll tear it apart for you. Do you think you can talk nonsense about royal family matters?"

The maid also realized her slip of the tongue and quickly shut her mouth.

Elda recalled Russell's lightning-fast sword strike and murmured, "Speaking of which, the knights of Gritzburg should be swarming here in a few days, right?"

The maid finally recovered. She smiled and said, "Of course. After the Great Retreat, so many knight families lost their land and became impoverished. It's not easy for them to live in Gritzburg! But if they marry you, young lady, their family will immediately become a true knight family again. You will definitely be very popular!"

Elda felt that the two men on the ground came to Meldorf and threatened her directly, probably because they had their eyes on Meldorf's territory.

The maid then said, "Well, young lady, what kind of master do you plan to choose?"

"I originally wanted to pick someone older with a noble title. When I became a widow, I would have both a manor and a title," Elda said. "Then I'd be a popular star in the social world of Gritzburg again."

The maid knew her young lady's yearning for the social scene in Gritzburg. Compared to the country estate filled with the smell of cow dung, the bustling Gritzburg was more intoxicating.

So the maid asked curiously, "Originally? Have you changed your mind?"

Elda nodded, still brooding over Russell's lightning-fast sword strike. "Yes, I think it would be better to find someone young and promising, with great martial arts skills. He's far more heroic than those guys who roam around salons and balls."

"Oh, I see you are still obsessed with that gentleman!" the maid teased.

"Shut your mouth! Go find someone to do the job quickly and keep your mouth shut!" Elda scolded with a smile.

She pushed open the window and the cold wind rushed in, driving away the smell of blood.

Elda remained silent.

After witnessing Russell's sword, she felt that Usedom, a country that had become decadent after the great retreat, might be about to undergo a transformation.

Marrying a husband with strong martial arts skills will undoubtedly give you greater ability to resist risks in the upcoming changes.

Elda has always treated her body, identity and status as a business.

The most important step was to let her uncle die.

She couldn't help but smile when she thought that no one had suspected that her uncle's death had anything to do with her.

take a day off

I don't know what I ate, I had diarrhea all day and I was very weak. The hospital is very busy now, so I don't dare to join in the fun.

I'm going to take a day off tomorrow, please forgive me.

106 A Gathering of Wind and Cloud

Contrary to what Elda had imagined, Russell had begun to suspect her the moment he heard that she had an affair with her uncle Adrian Heinrich.

Russell's deliberate leaving of Father Berthold's body was itself a test, testing whether Elda had enough scheming and skill to earn a generous dowry for herself.

After watching in the dark for a while, Russell saw how Father Berthold's body was disposed of silently. The pigs raised in Heinrich's manor had a nutritious meal today.

Seeing Elda's ability to control the manor without making a sound, Russell was basically convinced that Adrian's death was related to her.

In fact, Russell had no opinion on the death of the old knight Adrian, especially after confirming that old Ernst was beaten up by him for no reason, he was even somewhat happy about Adrian's death.

As for Miss Elda, she is a Black Widow-like character. Since Russell is not interested in her personally, her greatest weapon will have no effect on Russell.

Russell thought that he just had to be wary of her little tricks. After this matter was over, he probably wouldn't have any more contact with her.

Russell then returned to the boat and reunited with Margaret, who had taken the cow and her calf away.

Margaret greeted him with a smile, but Russell's words froze her smile.

"I think you should be prepared to not be able to return to Cannos. I heard about the Usedom Kingdom's 'Great Retreat' from Miss Elda and her maid's conversation."

"During the Great Retreat, countless knights lost their original territories. I imagine the Kingdom of Usedom must have given up a large amount of land."

Margaret's eyes were filled with deep worry, and she looked a little depressed. She bit her pale lips, wanting to ask something, but she didn't.

Russell then soothed him, "But you don't have to worry too much. I also heard that the Walhausen family has become the Knights of the Protectorate. It's much more glorious than the Chief Knight you mentioned before!"

Margaret breathed a sigh of relief. She threw herself into Russell's arms and punched him hard on the chest. "You are so, you are so, you are so bad! You did it on purpose, you made me worry so much!"

The cow named "Bald" hid her calf behind her. She felt uneasy about the unfamiliar environment, especially the cold, moving metal puppets beside her.

It mooed, expressing its worries.

This worry was not resolved until it was settled in a vast meadow and was dispelled by the fresh green grass.

Because the weather on Morganna's back had just turned cold, the grass had not yet had time to turn yellow.

"Bald" happily nibbled on the tender and juicy grass, feeling his calf happily sucking milk, and gradually put all his previous worries behind him.

Even not far away, there were many metal puppets busy making noises.

Soon, the fence was erected and the cowshed was built, and a simple ranch was completed.

At this time, "Bald" felt fear again towards the metal puppet approaching it. It mooed and circled around the pasture desperately, refusing to let the metal puppet milk it.

The calf followed its mother in panic, stretching its short legs to try to catch up with her, but it couldn't, and it cried out in despair.

"Bald" tried to run back to save his calf, and stood trembling in front of the metal puppet. In his eyes, the metal puppet was the embodiment of evil.

"Forget it, I think we should just leave it alone." Russell shook his head at Francine, who was commanding the metal puppet. "Just treat it as a pet."

Looking at the pitiful cow, Francine, who was having fun, laughed evilly: "You have no way to escape now, hehehehehehe. Little cow, come here obediently--"

Francine's personality is a bit questionable. Is it because her soul comes from the devil? Why is she like a little devil?

Russell said to Rosaline with a smile, "If you want to drink milk or eat dairy products, let's go buy some first. We can hire some trustworthy shepherds and buy a few more cows later."

Rosalyn nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it looks so pitiful, Francine."

Only after her sister spoke did Francine angrily order the mechanical puppet to stop.

So "Bald" ran back to the cowshed with his child. The mother and child huddled in the windproof cowshed, shivering and not even eating grass.

After a while, "Bald" poked his head out of the cowshed again. When he found that the metal monster and those people were gone, he breathed a sigh of relief and started strolling around and eating grass again.

In this way, "Bald" and his calf made their home on Morganna's back.

When Margaret heard that her family had become "Knights Protecting the Country", she felt both proud and sad.

She was proud that her father had received such a great honor, but sad that she didn't know how much her father had risked his life for this, so she looked forward to meeting her family even more.

As Margaret waited, time passed. A few days later, the usually deserted Meldorf suddenly became lively.

Knights appeared in Meldorf one after another, some of them were grand, some were very shabby.

Even those who appeared in grand style were very shabby upon closer inspection - their gorgeous gowns had holes in them, their fluttering flags were faded, and so on.

Although the knights said they were all there to mourn the death of a great colleague, they were all aware of each other's purpose in coming to Meldorf.

An old knight who had died and achieved nothing was not worthy of such a large force, but a young lady with a village as a dowry was different.

In particular, Elda exaggerated her situation in Gritzburg, which soon attracted the attention of some interested people.

So the impoverished knight families that had lost their territories were the first to take action.

Some knight families sent out their most outstanding young men, and made a desperate effort to piece together a barely decent outfit for him, as if the family's success or failure depended on this one move.

Some people win by quality, and naturally there are those who go for wholesale in large quantities, so they simply send all the young people in the family out - and at the same time save a few meals for the strong men.

There were also some old knights whose wives and children had left them and whose age at least showed that they had been comrades-in-arms with Adrian Heinrich. They also came slowly.

If you can't care for your old comrade, you can care for his niece. Maybe he will have a wife and son again.

Under this guiding ideology, Meldorf suddenly became lively.

Although the ceremony was nominally to commemorate Adrian Heinrich, all eyes were on his fiefdom.

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Author's words: Thanks to DDD for the monthly ticket

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I am still very weak. There is only one update today. Please forgive me.

I owe five chapters now, Orz

107 News from Hometown

Before Russell could ask the knights who came from afar for information about the port of Cannos, Mark, who had rushed back from the mountains day and night, brought relevant news.

Mark looked thinner and darker, his eyes were bloodshot and his clothes were tattered.

There were two scratches on his face left by the hungry wolf. The wounds were very deep and had not yet healed.

Mark went through a lot of hardships before he found the only hunter in the mountains who was not so cold, did not reject him as a "stranger", and was willing to talk to him. He brought back the news that Russell wanted to know from the hunter.

Fortunately, Mark did not encounter any obstacles when he asked to see Russell this time - to be precise, after he got the news, he went straight to Heinrich's manor. This time he was lucky and met Russell directly.

Perhaps because old Ernst was a rather honest man, Mark, who was raised by him, was also simple-minded and a down-to-earth person.

Mark didn't think of putting forward any conditions first, but ran directly to Russell and told him everything he had found out.

But this news is somewhat shocking.

"What did you say? The port of Kannos was destroyed by demons? And the royal city of Vineta was also submerged by the tsunami summoned by the Demon King during that war, and is now sinking into the sea?"

After listening to Mark's long-winded and pointless chatter, Russell was surprised to extract two key points.

The Demon King... If this news is true, then the demons do have a king, and Margaret's father can actually stop the Demon King?

Russell always felt that this rumor was exaggerated.

Because the two high-level demons Russell had encountered before were helpless against the storm summoned by Rosaline's father Renatus.

Why did the style change so suddenly here? There were even rumors about summoning a tsunami to flood the royal city.

Moreover, how could the Demon King, who possessed such great power, be stopped by human knights and not be killed?

Russell is very concerned about the demon's combat effectiveness. He always feels that things may not be that simple.