Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

It’s a pity that the bacon cannot be hung outdoors to dry. Alas, since I live in the room provided by the church, I must openly abide by their rules.

I can't help but drool at the thought that the days of ascetic fasting for Bishop Peterson are about to end.

I cut the bacon and put it into a bacon box, then buried the box in the deepest part of the malt shavings and carbon powder. This not only allows it to be stored for a long time, but also avoids the eyes and ears of the monks.

They'll never find this box of bacon! This is the most valuable thing I have besides my thick research notebooks, hehe.

…………

Ah, what a shame the bacon was found after all.

Russell subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth, savoring the taste of bacon. He had to admit that Margaret's cooking skills were pretty good, but she put too much salt.

However, the style of the last diary suddenly became very heavy.

…………

January 11st

Crazy! Why would a demon like that, the kind you only see in textbooks and no one cares about, appear on Saint Blanc Island?

A large number of dwarf demons! A dwarf demon commander who commands the dwarf demons! And a ferocious demon centurion!

They came out of the fog in large numbers, and many people were killed almost instantly and lost their lives!

I saw with my own eyes that Sheriff Noelle's soul was drained alive by the demons, turning him into a zombie-like monster! He will turn around and attack us!

I saw Mrs. Hansa transformed into a monster whose head could suddenly extend. She was in a daze, like a walking corpse, but when she encountered normal people, she would suddenly bite their necks...

I, I must protect my research, and I also have to find a way to get this bad news back!

If anyone is lucky enough to see this diary, it means that I am no longer here. Please forward my research notes to the Natural History Department of Trinity College, Canossa University, and please bring my news back to my parents and brother.

There is also a hand-drawn map in the diary, which marks the distribution of many animals and plants. I hope it will be helpful to you.

If the box of bacon at my feet is still good, it will be my gift to you as a reward for all this. Although it is not worth much, it is my only property on this island.

Judging from the footsteps, those dwarf demons are catching up.

…………

The last few lines were written in a very sloppy handwriting, suggesting that Margaret had written them in a hurry.

The naturalist's diary ends here.

Russell sighed and closed his diary.

"Ah, I received your reward. It tastes delicious." Russell promised Margaret, who looked confused, "I will bring back your research results and your news."

But at this time Margaret didn't understand what Russell said at all. She was still standing tightly in front of her research notes, with no intention of moving away.

Russell waved the diary in his hand to Margaret.

Margaret's eyes were empty and indifferent, as if she had never seen the diary and never took it seriously for a moment.

Perhaps for her, this is something that can be discarded and is no longer important.

Russell exhaled and stuffed the diary into his arms.

Just to change his mood, Russell, who felt depressed, wanted to hunt down those dwarf demons (he revised the name "little demons" based on Margaret's diary), which was also a good opportunity to add some fuel to the fire in his heart.

Russell put on his gauntlets, held his sword, and walked towards the entrance of the cellar.

Just then, there was a noise on the ground, the sound of scattered footsteps.

The tiny yet undisguised footsteps sounded like those of a dwarf demon.

010 Defeat the Dwarf Demon

Hearing the footsteps of several dwarf demons gradually moving away, Russell quietly opened the lid of the cellar and stuck his head out.

Russell could see at a glance the three dwarf demons that were responsible for the series of footsteps.

Russell stared at them breathlessly.

They held tattered weapons in their hands and wandered around the dilapidated town seemingly nonchalantly, as if they were on patrol.

But their steps are messy and their postures are crooked, and it is obvious that they lack something called discipline.

Russell guessed that the huge demon (Russell guessed that it was the demon centurion mentioned by Margaret in her diary) had sent its men to continue searching for him after failing to find him.

At the moment, Russell is no match for the Demon Centurion, so he needs to adopt guerrilla tactics, quietly strengthening himself by hunting these inferior demons, and eventually growing enough to fight the Demon Centurion to the death.

Russell carefully hid in the dark and observed for a long time. To be cautious, he did not act rashly and expose himself.

In the end, Russell confirmed that there were no other dwarf demons secretly watching, and the only ones patrolling were these three dwarf demons who looked a little depressed. At the same time, Russell also roughly figured out the patrol routes of these three dwarf demons.

So Russell followed quietly.

The total amount of souls Russell has absorbed now is equivalent to several complete dwarf demon souls. He believes that his combat power has far exceeded that of before. He estimates that he will not be at a disadvantage even if he faces three dwarf demons head-on.

Despite this, Russell still hoped to get rid of them as quietly as possible to avoid alerting the big devil, whom he was no match for at the moment.

Looking at the three dwarf demons in front of him who seemed to be taking a walk, Russell held the crossbow fixed on his left arm.

The crossbow string has been slowly pulled.

Russell adjusted his breathing and hid in the corner of the street, hiding behind three dwarf demons only a few meters away.

Russell didn't even blink, and with a calm expression he aimed his crossbow at the last dwarf demon.

With a whoosh and a sound of breaking through the air, a crossbow arrow with a flaming arrowhead pierced the dwarf demon's neck.

The other two dwarf demons noticed the noise and turned around in surprise. After finding that their companion was dead, they did not try to fight back, but simply ran away.

Are these two dwarf demons particularly weak? Or are these dwarf demons just so cowardly?

Russell didn't have time to think about it, he rushed forward quickly, very close to the two dwarf demons.

In horror, the faces of the two dwarf demons were distorted, looking extremely hideous.

Unfortunately, this ferocious expression did not scare Russell who was holding a long sword. Instead, their cowardly behavior encouraged Russell.

Russell gritted his teeth and slashed his sword diagonally upwards. The sword drew a perfect arc from the ground upwards, and a dark red flame was thrown out from the blade.

The head of a dwarf demon shot up into the sky, and black blood spurted out.

Russell let the black blood splatter on his face without blinking and continued to chase quickly.

The only surviving dwarf demon ran even faster, throwing the iron rod in his hand in panic.

With a clang, Russell chopped the iron rod away.

The only surviving dwarf demon was getting more and more frightened. He ran even faster, regretting that he didn't have four legs like the demon centurion.

At the same moment the iron rod fell to the ground, the flames thrown from Russell's sword fell on the barren lawn.

From the few isolated walls that remain, it can be seen that this barren lawn was originally the interior of a house.

After the houses collapsed, flowers and grass took root here. They dug their roots deep into the ground and grew tenaciously here.

Now the harsh autumn weather has temporarily withered the flowers and plants, and the flying flames ignited a withered spirea.

Under the burning flames, the spirea turned a flaming red, as if it would no longer wither, as if it was in full bloom, and even the black blood poured down could not stop it from blooming.

Then, with a thud, the hideous head of the second dwarf demon fell from the air and landed next to the spirea.

Then, there was another bang, and the third dwarf demon's body fell down, lying next to the blooming spirea.

The corpse was stabbed through from behind, and Russell finally caught up with it.

Russell shook off the black blood on the sword and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the souls of the three complete dwarf demons become new firewood, and felt his strength become a little stronger.

The gray sky, the circling crows, the withered grass, the dilapidated ruins of houses, the cobblestone road covered with weeds, the hideous corpse of the demon, and the town filled with a light mist, everything seemed very depressing.

Only the blazing spirea is the only bright spot in this depressing world.

Russell watched it silently, watched it burn, watched it bloom.

Apart from this, Russell actually didn't know what else to look at.

The dense fog made it impossible for him to see far away except for the nearby buildings that had turned into ruins.

Even though this is Saint Blanc Island, which is surrounded by the sea, Russell's sight cannot penetrate the fog and see the sea.

The view was devastated, and the thick gray fog obscured his vision. Russell could only stare at the small flame, as if it were the only light in the world.

After staying for a while, the flame completely absorbed the soul of the dwarf demon, and the dark red flame on Russell's sword became brighter and brighter, almost getting rid of its dimness.

Suppressed by the cries of the crows was the faint sound of waves. This sound lifted Russell's spirits. Although he could not see the ocean, the sound of the ocean's breathing still revealed its presence.

The highest point of the town is near the church. If you want to find the port in the fog, you have to walk down the mountain, cross the Three Mills Bridge, cross the river, and go to the seaside.

The ferocious demon centurion came down from the mountain before, and it is very likely that it is stationed somewhere at the foot of the mountain.

No, now is not the time to rush down the mountain to find out what's going on.

Russell shook his head. Since he had chosen guerrilla tactics, he must be very familiar with the terrain of the town.

There can be no guerrilla warfare without geographical advantages. Instead of launching a rash attack, Russell believes that what he should do now is to fully understand the terrain of the town on this side of the church.

Russell organized his thoughts and determined his three goals: short-term, medium-term and long-term.

The short-term goal was simple: to establish a safe base. Russell was unsure whether Margaret, now irrational and possessed only by obsession, was safe. He wondered if she would attack him at night while he rested.

The mid-term goal is to hunt demons, strengthen yourself, and strengthen the flames. This is not only to become stronger, but also to keep yourself alive. If possible, go to the tavern near the port to find the long sword that is said to be "holy". Maybe it will be useful against demons.

The long-term goal is to completely cleanse the island of demons and kill the demon centurion. After accumulating enough vitality, he will leave Saint Blanc Island and bring back Margaret's research notes and her news.

This naturally included finding sea charts, obtaining ships, and other complex details. However, Russell felt that he didn't need to think about these things for the time being.

After clarifying his thoughts, Russell began to feel tired. It was inevitable that he had experienced so many things on the first day of his time travel.

At the same time, the gray sky began to darken and the fog became thicker.

Russell decided to find a place to rest. He had not yet decided whether to go back to the cellar. He did not know whether Margaret would attack him at night.

While wondering whether to go back to the cellar, Russell took a step forward.

Soon, Russell's figure disappeared into the thick fog, and only the spirea was still burning.

The author says:

Author's words: Thanks to Youshu's coins

Thanks for the reminder and coins

Thanks to Momomo for the urging

011 Dreamland

Russell hardly felt any fatigue before, but as soon as it got dark, fatigue came flooding over him like a tide.

Fatigue came on extremely quickly. Russell felt his steps become heavy, his head became dizzy, and his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he could hardly lift them up.

Oops, this is definitely not normal.

Russell thought so.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Russell's heart suddenly felt hot, and the flame once again sent him a set of information.

After being swept by this torrent of information, Russell naturally understood that although his body had been repaired, most of it was still driven by flames.

This is because Russell's soul, this soul from another world carrying rationality, still has a long way to go before it can merge with this body.

The fatigue Russell feels now is caused by the huge amount of internal friction caused by the mismatch between soul and body.

Only after the body and soul adapt to each other as quickly as possible, can the flame completely help him complete the running-in of body and soul, and allow him to completely recover to be a normal person.

At the same time, the complete takeover of the body by the soul and reason will naturally reduce the consumption of flames.

After understanding this, Russell dragged his heavy feet and began to look for a place to rest.

His metal leg armor had become extremely heavy. Every time he took a step, a loud bang was heard, like an iron ball falling to the ground, echoing far away in the quiet and dark night.

Silence, a silence that covers everything, the ocean seems to have stopped breathing, and the waves have also calmed down.

The only sound that reached Russell's ears was his heavy footsteps, which made the town even quieter.

The town, which was already in ruins, seemed particularly lonely, as if Russell was the only living thing left between the dark sky and earth.

This made Russell feel unusually lonely and almost drove him crazy.

Before the time travel, Russell only needed to watch the information scroll freely across a screen. In the pleasant illusion of company created for him by all modern technology, he had never felt so lonely, nor had he ever longed for a hug so much.