Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"Please, Mr. Russell, please trust my painting skills. I will not let Miss Margaret down!"

After all, Ludwig came from a knight family. Although he ran very fast, he soon caught his breath and solemnly handed the oil painting in his hand to Russell.

This guy has good physical fitness. Russell subconsciously looked at Ludwig's hands, which were still painted with colorful paint.

"This is a painting I just drew this morning. It shows Miss Margaret lying on the window and talking to Miss Elda in the garden!"

Damn, is this the painting that makes me look like Margaret's maid?

Miss Elda looked extremely annoyed, but she still tried to maintain her composure. The corners of her mouth were forced to rise again, but no one could detect any smile from this stiff expression.

Even the most muscle-minded knight could sense Elda's displeasure.

Although they stared curiously at the painting that Ludwig solemnly handed to Russell, they all restrained themselves for the first time and did not go forward to check it out.

You have to know that even His Majesty the King and His Excellency the Knight Protector find it difficult to restrain such a large group of Usedom Knights in an informal setting. The power of hormones is simply far-reaching.

Of course, Russell didn't need to give Elda such face. He took Ludwig's painting and looked at it.

Then Russell realized that he had no aesthetic training at all and could not understand those techniques, composition, proportion, human body and other elements at all. It was a waste of time for Knight Ludwig to show his masterpiece to Russell.

Moreover, when a normal person looks at this painting, he or she will be attracted by Margaret, whose cheeks are showing a healthy rosy glow and exudes energetic feminine charm.

Completely different from a normal person, Russell's first look was behind Margaret.

Only after Russell confirmed that he was not painted in the painting did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief - Russell was just having fun with Margaret and was not a real exhibitionist.

Margaret in the painting is truly dazzling. Her lips are tightly pursed, her eyes are bright, her cheeks are rosy, and her eyebrows are full of charm.

Margaret's expression, which seemed a little serious, was full of a strange charm.

Russell also had to admire Ludwig Knight's painting skills, which completely captured her seductive charm.

Margaret in the painting is breathtakingly beautiful and dazzling.

This, in turn, gave Russell a small insight into art. True beauty can be appreciated by complete laymen without any aesthetic training.

Although Elda, who is looking up in the painting, is also portrayed very beautifully, she still completely becomes a foil to Margaret. The composition even reminds people of believers looking up at God.

Rather, the more beautiful Elda is in the painting, the more she sets off Margaret.

No wonder Miss Elda was so annoyed by the painting.

Whenever Russell thought about the circumstances under which Margaret made such a puzzling yet charming expression, and the posture he had used at the time, he always felt that the atmosphere of the painting was full of ambiguity and weirdness.

Russell even found it difficult to look directly at this masterpiece.

"Well, Mr. Russell, you have fully witnessed my painting skills, right?" Ludwig asked with a bit of pride.

Russell nodded, praising it generously: "It is indeed a masterpiece. You are a remarkable painter, Mr. Ludwig!"

Ludwig then smiled, as if Russell's praise meant more than anything else.

"I've been stuck in a painting groove lately, until I met Miss Margaret this morning! Seeing her hazy, tender eyes filled with early morning affection, and her hazy, shy face, I realized I had discovered true beauty!"

Ludwig expressed his joy loudly.

Believe me, you don't want to know why Margaret behaves the way she does.

You don't want to know that her eyes were blurred because of my fierce attack from behind, and you don't want to know that the shyness on her face was because she was afraid of being discovered what she was doing.

Russell shook his head: "You are right, but I refuse."

"Ah? Why?" Knight Ludwig couldn't believe his ears. He couldn't accept the taste. "How could you be so cruel? Miss Margaret's beauty inspires me! I feel my artistic life is being revived!"

How should I ask you to draw her? Why draw her in front and me in the back? Is that even reasonable? I may have a bit of a bad taste, but I don't have such a ridiculous hobby.

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Author's words: Thanks for the tips and coins without a nickname

Thanks to the Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the coin

112 The Figure in the Painting

In fact, if Russell hadn't thought that Knight Ludwig was a painting idiot, he would have beaten him up. He only restrained himself because he seemed to be really unreasonable.

Think of it like a man walking up to him and saying, "Your woman inspires my art. She's my muse, my inspiration."

This is a blatant provocation. Who can resist taking action?

Russell didn't know what the artists in this world were like. In his previous life, doing art was not a positive word - of course, with the corruption of social customs and the spread of bourgeois values ​​that only care about money, it seemed to be becoming a positive word again.

Although the painting was indeed good, Russell quickly understood Miss Elda's dislike for Knight Ludwig.

Ludwig said dejectedly, "Well, I'll give this painting to you, Mr. Russell. I'm afraid I'll never be able to paint a picture like this again. Rather than being sad about searching for inspiration at this moment, I'd rather never see it again."

Well, even if you don't tell me, I'm going to extort it from you, even if it's just to enjoy the pleasure of the boudoir with Margaret.

Seeing Ludwig's unexpected success, Russell happily accepted it. Wait a minute, such a masterpiece came into his hands so easily, could it be that he deliberately gave it to me? Is there something strange?

Russell thought about it briefly and found that it was too easy for this painting to come into his hands. It was as if the painting was being handed to him.

I'll have Rosalyn and Margaret check it out when I get back to see if there's anything unusual about the painting.

Russell nodded calmly, "Then I will accept it with pleasure, Knight Ludwig, thank you for your gift."

Ludwig waved his hands dejectedly, said nothing, and walked away dejectedly.

The back figure looks very lonely, which is out of tune with the bright spring scenery.

"Okay, the guy who only knows how to paint is gone. Let's not think about him anymore. I'd better send my maid to take the painting back to your room, sir?" Elda said with a smile.

Knight Ludwig was almost chased away by Russell, which made her look in a good mood.

At this time, Elda's maid came up.

Russell waved his hand and said with a smile, "Ah, I'd better go back by myself. I'm sure Margaret will be very happy to see this painting. I can't wait to see her expression."

After saying that, Russell thanked Elda for her kindness, apologized to the knights, and then walked back with the painting.

Russell strode forward with a smile on his face, but when he reached his room, the smile suddenly disappeared.

Margaret was awake by then, still lazily lying on the bed, while Rosalyn was holding Francine's box and chatting with her.

"Hey, you're back now? What are you holding in your hand?" Rosalyn stood up to greet Russell, and then asked curiously.

"An interesting thing." Russell smiled. "Someone tried to force this painting on me, and Elda and her maid seemed to want to switch it on the way."

Russell then lowered his head and looked at the painting: "What secret does this painting hide?"

Margaret, feeling weak all over, curiously forced herself to sit up. When she saw the scene in the painting, she was stunned for a moment and immediately realized that her expression was due to the passion in the morning. Her face immediately turned red.

"Oh, my Lord, how dare you tease me with such a painting!"

Rosalin came over with great interest, already holding her staff. When she heard Margaret say this, she wanted to sit back down in disappointment.

Francine, however, started to giggle. "Sister, don't leave so quickly. Hold on to the staff. There's a little kid hiding inside."

Hearing Francine say this, Russell raised his eyebrows. He knew that it was not his paranoia that was acting up, but that there was really something wrong with the painting.

Without waiting for Russell's orders, Rosalyn raised her staff and a soundproofing magic circle enveloped the entire house.

Seeing that the painting remained silent, Francine continued lazily, "My father happened to tell me a story about the royal family of the human world, who have a secret technique."

Seeing that Francine had kept the secret just right, Russell, curious, immediately chimed in, "Oh? What's that secret?"

Francine was very pleased with Russell's understanding. She said proudly, "If a member of this royal family unfortunately passes away, their heart can be used as a medium to store their soul. When a suitable body is found, they can be reawakened."

The painting in Russell's hands remained calm.

"Dad said that the heart of a royal family is an excellent soul container that can accommodate a very large soul. Now it seems that even if the heart is ground into powder and made into paint and painted on the canvas, it can still hold a complete soul!" Francine's words made everyone stare at Margaret's rosy face on the canvas.

Is this paint the heart of royalty? Where did Ludwig get it? What was his purpose in giving me this painting, which holds the soul?

"Why, you still won't speak, little one? Do you know that this hateful and vicious man can devour souls? Aren't you going to leave a last word?" Francine threatened.

At this moment, a woman's voice trembled, and she seemed terrified by Francine. "Swallow, devour souls? Are you demons?"

There really is a princess hidden in this painting...

Russell narrowed his eyes.

"Wow! Eat you, eat you, eat you!" Francine yelled maliciously.

"Ah! Don't eat me, don't eat me, don't eat me! Father! Mother! Help! Ludwig, where are you? Come and save me! Merciful Lord, please grant me salvation!" The soul of the princess in the painting was extremely panicked, and she cried for help randomly.

"Oh, no one will come to save you even if you scream at the top of your lungs!" Francine was very happy. She finally had a playmate who was as childish as her.

"Okay, stop scaring her," Russell said, stopping Francine.

Francine couldn't help but complain when she heard Russell say that, "Tsk, so stingy."

Despite her complaints, Francine fell silent.

Russell didn't know how Rosalyn educated Francine. Lately, Francine has been much more well-behaved than before when she was wild and rebellious.

"So, you are really the princess of Usedom? You know Ludwig? Then do you know what Ludwig's plan was when he gave you to me?" Russell didn't waste any words and asked the question that concerned him most directly.

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Author's words: I don't know what's wrong with me. I had diarrhea for two days over the weekend, and on Sunday I had diarrhea until seven in the morning before I fell into a drowsy sleep.

The good news is that it is the weekend after all, and the update can still be managed; the bad news is that the plan to finish the update over the weekend has fallen through.

Take a day off...

Sad news, I had a fever again, diarrhea and fever, I couldn't stand it and went to the hospital, and found out that I was infected again

I just got home from an IV drip, so I won't be updating today, please forgive me...

113 Eleanor

"Hmph! How would I know what he's planning? The only role we, the deceased royals, can play is to keep an eye on suspicious individuals for the royal family!"

It seemed that the kindness shown by Russell gave her courage. The tone of the princess' soul in the painting was no longer fearful, but rather very unhappy.

Her reasons were quite sufficient.

Anyone who had their heart cut out after death, ground into red paint, and painted on a drawing board, becoming a tool of surveillance, would probably feel uncomfortable.

If Francine hadn't seen through her tricks, Russell might have actually believed what she said.

"Your memory doesn't seem to be very good, ma'am." Russell shook his head. "I remember Francine just said that as long as there is a suitable body to parasitize, you can be resurrected."

"Call me Princess Eleanor!" said the princess in the painting, her tone becoming more and more arrogant.

Eleanor, who had just put on airs, suddenly lost her temper again: "Hmph, what's the point of saying all this now? Forget it, just call me Eleanor."

Russell raised his eyebrows and waited quietly for Eleanor's next words.

Eleanor's tone then took on a touch of arrogance. "Hmph, in the eyes of the royal family, you are all of commoner blood. Even if my soul resides in your bodies, I will only become a commoner. I will never be able to regain my royal status. What's the difference between that and being dead?"

Russell recalled the conversation he had heard between Elda and her maid: the royal family of Usedom all had obvious animal characteristics in appearance and were proud of it.

Russell had previously asked Margaret out of curiosity, but Margaret had never seen the royal family in person, which made Russell feel quite incredible.

As the daughter of the chief knight, Margaret had never seen the royal family. Judging from this, it seems that Margaret's father was not welcome by the royal family in the court.

But war always brings to the fore those who are unpopular—that is, those who are not “inside” the ruling class—but who are capable of winning.

This is not the case. Whether the royal family likes it or not, the Walhausen family now has the honor of being the Knights of the Nation.

Looking back, it seems particularly meaningful that Margaret's father did not interfere in Margaret's marriage.

Russell was really curious about what the royal family looked like. To what extent had they become beastmen? Were they real orcs, or were they just girls with beast ears?

At this time, Eleanor, who was suspected by Russell to be a beast-eared girl, was still complaining.

After being discovered by Francine, and considering that Margaret and Rosaline both looked like pure humans, Eleanor began to give up on herself.

She complained bluntly, "You said that that abominable Ludwig put me into your hands. Isn't that the same as killing me completely?"

"Damn it! I don't know who he's leaning on to, to actually treat me like this! All those sweet words he said to me before were definitely lies!"

"Fortunately, I remembered my mother's teachings that the royal family must marry pure-bloods, so I didn't give him any sweet treats!"

Oh? So you and Ludwig were once lovers?

Russell suddenly became excited.

Ludwig pretends to be a painting enthusiast, but in reality, even colorful paints can hardly cover the calluses on his hands from practicing martial arts.