Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Destruction happens in an instant, but restoring a reputation is often a long and despairing process.

Russell didn't know whether delayed justice was still justice.

However, since this matter fell into his hands, he wanted to handle the result more in line with his own wishes.

Maybe we'll have to deal with these knights for a while, Russell thought.

But before that, Russell planned to reward Margaret for giving him the idea.

This was not a sudden idea on Russell's part, but Margaret had already quietly knelt in front of Russell while he was lost in thought, her face already flushed with anticipation.

When Russell came to his senses, he subconsciously put his hand on her head. She immediately pulled down Russell's pants, licked little Russell impatiently until he raised his head and chest, and then swallowed him in one gulp.

Not far behind Margaret was a window that was not closed, and next to it was a floor-length mirror.

Russell looked at the golden ponytail swinging back and forth in the mirror, letting the gentle breeze of early spring blow on his body, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

The spring breeze brought the sound of swords clashing from afar, which was quite rhythmic, as if synchronized with the frequency of Margaret's ponytail swinging back and forth.

Huh? Someone's actually using the training ground today?

Russell suddenly realized something was wrong.

Margaret also noticed Russell's absent-mindedness. She scratched little Russell with her teeth in dissatisfaction, causing Russell to gasp.

Russell lowered his head and saw Margaret's sly smile and provocative eyes, and he couldn't help but get angry.

So the original reward turned into a punishment.

He pressed Margaret against the window, hid himself behind the wall, and began his vigorous attack.

"Show me clearly who is using the martial arts arena. Don't make any noise and don't let anyone notice you. Do you understand?" Russell ordered arrogantly.

Margaret could only bite her lip and nodded. She lay down hard and pressed her chest, which was swinging back and forth with Russell's impact, against the windowsill. Only then did she feel a little better.

Unexpectedly, Elda was walking in the courtyard with her maid at that moment. She saw Margaret sticking her head out from the second floor to enjoy the view and took the initiative to greet her: "Good day! Miss Margaret, you are enjoying the view!"

"Answer her, but don't reveal any flaws." Russell's voice sounded softly in Margaret's ears.

My Lord must have done this on purpose! He must have noticed Miss Elda walking in the courtyard a long time ago!

Margaret had an epiphany.

"Good day... um, yes, yes." Margaret tried hard to control her breath and suppress herself from shouting out because of the pleasure.

"The weather is so nice today, why don't we go downstairs for a walk together? Don't call Mr. Russell, just let us girls go together." Elda smiled.

"No, thank you, I'm afraid of the wind. I just want to, well, just look at the scenery." Margaret said reluctantly.

Margaret felt that she had already tried her best just to keep her tone steady. She felt that the dam of her rationality would be broken down at any time by the surging pleasure.

And the malicious Russell was still giving orders: "Don't forget the martial arts arena I want you to see. Did you see it clearly?"

Margaret had to reluctantly raise her eyes and look towards the martial arts field farther away.

Miss Elda did not take it as an offense, but instead she suddenly realized.

Although the banquets and salons in Gritzburg placed more emphasis on social graces and elegant conversation, Miss Margaret was, after all, a lady of the Walhausen family! It was natural for her to pay attention to the knights' martial arts.

Yes, so if that’s the case, I also plan to choose a husband with outstanding martial arts skills. Should I also pay attention to those rough-looking knights in the martial arts arena?

Elda glanced at the young knight sitting at the side of the courtyard, his back to the arena, drawing something on a drawing board, and then walked towards him.

In fact, Miss Elda knew without even looking that the knight was drawing her, which was also a form of flattery.

Then Miss Elda thought of inviting Margaret to watch the performance of the knights in the arena together - since it was confirmed that this was a big partner from the Walhausen family, Miss Elda didn't mind giving it a try, just in case she succeeded.

Miss Elda raised her head again and said, "Well, Miss Margaret, would you like to go watch the knights' tournament together?"

"No, no, their martial arts skills disappoint me a little, I'd better not watch it." Margaret's face flushed unnaturally, and she refused with a smile.

Just with this balanced statement, Margaret felt that she was definitely the etiquette teacher's best student.

She felt like she was about to collapse. If it weren't for her blonde hair covering her flushed face, Elda would probably have noticed what she was going through.

She was filled with worry and shame, as well as an extremely strong sense of pleasure that surged up from her, almost completely breaking her rationality.

She bit her lips with her pearly teeth until they were almost bleeding. She reluctantly turned her head and looked at her god with pleading eyes.

The god finally forgave his believer. He pulled her back and threw her onto the bed. Then he pounced on her and launched a final attack on the believer who had finally surrendered.

Before being overwhelmed by the pleasure, Margaret activated the soundproofing array at the head of the bed. Then she finally had no worries and began to scream out in ecstasy, and soon reached heaven.

At the same time, Miss Elda passed by the knight who was painting with a smile. She turned her head and saw that the picture was a scene of her and Margaret talking. The smiles of both ladies in the picture were as bright as spring.

"Mr. Ludwig, your painting is very good. But why did you paint Miss Margaret more beautiful than me?" Elda asked her suitor mischievously.

But she is indeed prettier than you! She is simply stunningly charming! The suitor, Knight Ludwig, blushed and swallowed the words with a grunt.

Elda chuckled. "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Miss Margaret was indeed very charming just now. I was almost bewitched by her!"

Neither Elda nor Ludwig knew what made Margaret so charming at that moment.

Now, in the room on the second floor, on the large double bed, the charming Miss Margaret's legs were tightly wrapped around Russell's waist, accepting the blessing bestowed upon her by the gods, and she felt as if her soul was flying away.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to Wang 18 for the reminder and coins

Thanks to the Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the coin

110 Fool

Russell yawned and walked slowly towards the martial arts field. Margaret, who had suffered punishment, was lying on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

A vigorous morning exercise made Russell happy, so he had a smile on his face and looked very happy.

When they arrived at the arena, perhaps because Elda took the initiative to watch the knights' competition, the other knights rushed over upon hearing the news.

The martial arts arena, which had been deserted and ignored for the past few days, has become lively again. There is even a traveling merchant who has sneaked in and is selling all kinds of small gadgets to the knights.

Russell was initially puzzled as to why Elda did not drive the peddler away, but when he saw the pile of little gadgets and snacks in front of Elda that the knights had bought from the peddler when they were courting women, he suddenly understood.

It was obvious that Elda enjoyed this atmosphere of being the center of attention, and the inexpensive little gadgets brought by the traveling merchants from Glitzburg were just the indispensable embellishment of this atmosphere.

Maybe this peddler was arranged by Elda, so she naturally won't chase him away.

Russell thought with amusement in his heart, then nodded and responded to the knights who greeted him enthusiastically, which was in stark contrast to the knights' previous rejection of him as a foreigner.

Yes, since I am not competing with them, and I was appointed as a judge by Elda, they might suspect that I am a relative of their mother's, so naturally I would try to please them as soon as possible.

Russell wanted to laugh more and more.

At this time, Friedman, who was the first to attack Russell yesterday, saw Russell appear and ran over.

He apologized to Russell, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency Russell. I was too narrow-minded yesterday. I've been thinking about it all night and I think everyone's right. We in Usedom are now surrounded by demons in a gray fog. We shouldn't just consider Usedom's traditions. We must introduce more foreign cultures to prevent the kingdom from falling into narrow-mindedness. I believe you are the most suitable candidate to serve as judge."

I retracted my previous statement. This guy has an extremely flexible body. Even an Olympic gymnastics champion can't compare to him.

Russell felt that Knight Friedman did not fit his stereotype of knights who were obsessed with face. The man in front of him did not look like a knight at all, but more like the editor-in-chief of a newspaper.

Yesterday it was Hu Xijin, last night it was Hu Xiting, today it is Hu Xiti. He can advance and retreat freely.

The key was his expression, frank and sincere, as if he had truly grasped the truth after a night of reflection. He looked as if he was willing to sacrifice his present self for the sake of truth.

With so many people present, Russell simply shook Friedman's hand and said, "Thank you, Mr. Friedman. Your support is very important to me."

Friedman was relieved that Russell didn't embarrass him, and the smile on his face looked much more natural.

The knight then quietly expressed his genuine kindness to Russell: "Yesterday evening, during evening prayers in the village church, I overheard a rumor. The church bell ringer boasted that Father Berthold wanted to harm you. You must be careful, Sir Russell."

Oh, that guy, I've sent him to meet his Lord.

Russell nodded calmly: "Thank you, Mr. Friedman, I will keep an eye on it."

Seeing Russell's indifference, Friedman quietly emphasized, "Don't take it lightly, Mr. Russell. Your female companion is incredibly charming. Father Berthold is notorious, with a background in the Inquisition. He's always been fond of coercing women under the guise of assisting in witch hunts."

"He's in hiding now. He refuses to show up even with so many knights gathered in Meldorf. He might be planning something bad and a surprise attack on you. Be careful."

Friedman warned very seriously.

Russell felt that Knight Friedman was a bit too intimate.

We have only resolved the conflict on the surface. It doesn't seem worth it for you to say so many heartfelt words to me, right?

Are you trying to sow discord between me and Father Berthold? You've got the wrong guy. I won't be provoked by you.

Father Berthold and I have a life-and-death friendship. We are friends for life and death.

Although he was joking in his heart, Russell felt that Knight Friedman might have believed some rumors and was probably trying to please him, so he acted a little too hard.

As for the rumor that he had a good relationship with Elda, who spread it?

Russell rolled his eyes and looked at Elda, who was sitting elegantly and quietly beside him, smiling at the knights competing.

The answer is obvious.

Currently, the only person who knows Margaret's identity is Miss Elda herself. She may not want to be associated with the family of the National Knights. I'm afraid she was the one who spread the rumor.

If it was just a rumor among the Knights, Friedman probably wouldn't have acted so aggressively.

But I still doubt you, Miss Elda. Why are you so anxious to treat me as a fellow traveler?

Russell guessed that Elda had probably gotten some wrong clue from the fact that he had left it to her to deal with Father Berthold's body.

Just as Russell was thinking about it, Knight Ludwig walked over shyly and greeted Russell.

"Hello, Mr. Russell, I have something to discuss with you." Ludwig said shyly, holding a canvas under his left armpit and a paintbrush in his left hand, with colorful paint residue between his fingers.

He shyly scratched his head with his right hand, completely ignoring the mess of color his blond hair had been dyed with.

You also believed the rumors and want me to speak well of you to Elda? You're not that impatient, are you?

Russell raised an eyebrow.

But to Russell's surprise, the knights around him seemed to be having fun, and no one thought that this boy who never put down his painting was a threat.

"Hahahaha! Judging from the look on Lord Ludwig's face, he probably wants to draw you! We're used to it!" Friedman lost no time in laughing, and the knights also laughed, and the air seemed to become cheerful.

"Oh? Is that so?" Russell asked with interest.

"Yes, well, that's about right!" Ludwig blushed and bowed deeply. "I, I happened to see your companion, Miss Margaret, in the garden this morning. Her beauty shocked me. I want to paint her portrait. Please don't refuse!"

You said Margaret was beautiful in front of Elda and wanted to paint her portrait. No wonder none of these knights regarded you as a threat. You are so immersed in painting, aren't you?

Russell thought with amusement that Ludwig was probably a painting fanatic.

Sure enough, the knights burst into laughter again, and some took the opportunity to show their courtesy to Elda.

Elda also laughed. Her smile was very sweet, and she shook her head helplessly. She didn't seem to mind Ludwig's gaffe at all.

111 The Person in the Painting (Part 1)

Amidst the laughter, Ludwig's face turned red.

However, his eyes were full of confusion, and he seemed to have no idea why his request caused the knights to laugh.

Ludwig thought his painting skills were being mocked, so he ran away with a red face.

"Okay, everyone, Lord Ludwig is just focused on painting and doesn't care much about the ways of the world. It's not a knight's behavior to make fun of him like this." As the hostess, Elda naturally chose to come out to smooth things over.

In fact, Elda was just pretending not to care about Ludwig's open statement that Margaret was far more beautiful than her, but she was actually furious inside - there would be almost no lady who really didn't care about such a comparison.

The fact that Elda tried to smooth things over after Ludwig had been driven away, instead of choosing to appease him while he was still around, already showed her true attitude.

In fact, according to Russell's observation, Elda seemed quite happy that Ludwig had been driven away. This made her mouth curl up involuntarily.

Some of the more naive knights would simply think that Miss Elda was considerate and generous—people with this kind of emotional intelligence could basically only be lickspittles, or in other words, were easier to manipulate—while those who were relatively astute could understand Elda's true intentions.

Elda observed the performance of the knights and formed a preliminary screening in his mind.

If she wanted to marry a husband who was easy to control, she would naturally look for one among the former.

Elda had to thank Ludwig's reckless action for helping her.

Russell looked at Elda's raised mouth corners and thought with a touch of irony in his heart.

However, Knight Ludwig did not seem to understand what was going on. He ran back in a hurry, just as he had run away in a hurry just now.

This time, Ludwig did not hold a drawing board and a paintbrush in his hands, but instead held a painting he had just framed in his hands.

Ludwig's running posture seemed uncoordinated, as he was almost entirely focused on protecting the painting. Anyone who saw him would be impressed by how much he cherished the painting in his hands.

The return of Knight Ludwig made the smile on Elda's lips fade, but Ludwig's next words completely wiped out the upturned corners of her mouth.