Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

On the surface, he is a harmless knight who is despised by everyone because he is ignorant of the ways of the world. In fact, he is a spy for the royal family and even has a princess lover...

As a result, Ludwig was willing to hand his lover over to someone else to be an undercover investigator. It seems that Ludwig is quite sensible!

Wait a minute, did Ludwig also realize that he had touched the transparent ceiling of the royal family, so he wanted Eleanor to parasitize on a human so that he could have a hope of being with Eleanor?

But Ludwig didn't expect that Eleanor would hit a wall right from the start.

If Eleanor had not been seen through by Francine at once, perhaps her mental breakdown would not have occurred immediately.

No, that's not right. To be exact, Eleanor herself looked down on Ludwig's human ancestry.

This royal princess still prides herself on her noble bloodline. Perhaps Ludwig is just a bootlicker who provides her with emotional value when she is bored.

When Russell thought that Eleanor was not Ludwig's real lover, he suddenly felt a little bored.

Russell then turned his attention back to the matter: "So, Eleanor, do you know why Ludwig asked you to spy on us?"

Russell was very confused about this.

Ludwig was willing to use his lover to carry out undercover work for me. I think she must be a very important person to him, but why did he focus on me?

"Oh, you came from the sea, didn't you? Plus, that strange box saw through my disguise instantly—only demons are so adept at manipulating souls. It's no wonder Ludwig targeted you."

Eleanor sneered.

Unfortunately, this was just an outburst of her emotions and did not provide any valuable information.

Russell didn't think Ludwig would deliberately hand Eleanor into the hands of someone who could see through her. This would expose him as a royal spy and would not do him any good.

However, Russell did not expose the truth. There was nothing wrong with Eleanor misunderstanding Ludwig - he had no good feelings towards Ludwig who tried to spy on him and even let his lover try to take over his woman.

"Just because of this? I don't believe it." Russell shook his head.

Eleanor was indeed provoked: "Humph, you have no idea how much control our Burgoni family has over Usedom!"

"All the nobles with names are recorded in the royal archives, but there is no Occitania like you."

"You just appeared out of nowhere. Isn't it natural for Ludwig to target you?"

Russell never expected that this medieval knight kingdom had established a huge spy surveillance system. As soon as he landed in a small village by the sea, the kingdom's spies came to his door.

No, this means there are royal spies in the village...

The fact that they planted spies in a boring village like Meldorf shows that there are either important people or things in Meldorf, or the supervisory agencies have become so bloated that they are everywhere.

Thinking of this, Russell frowned.

Margaret couldn't stand it any longer. She sarcastically said, "Yes, your royal family has calculated everything, but you just can't defeat the demons. You have to rely on the military power of the Walhausen family."

"Ha! Wallhausen!" Eleanor exclaimed. "The family crest you wear is Wallhausen. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid Ludwig wouldn't have come to us so quickly."

Just as Russell guessed, there was indeed a story between the royal family of Usedom and Margaret's family.

Margaret's face changed when she heard what Eleanor said: "What do you mean by that?"

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114 Time

"Hey, what else could it mean? You, a woman who suddenly appeared with the Walhausen family crest, are of course the focus of surveillance!" Eleanor sneered.

"What do you mean by suddenly popping up? I am the daughter of Ludwig Wallhausen. It seems that the information you Burgoni family has is just so-so!" Margaret retorted unhappily.

Russell then remembered that Margaret's father's name was also Ludwig.

Eleanor suddenly let out a long sigh: "So you are just ordinary liars... No, that's not right! You can manipulate souls, you are not ordinary at all!"

Russell frowned: “What do you mean by ordinary liars?”

"Ha! Ludwig Wallhausen has been dead for thirty years, so how could he have a daughter in her twenties? You must have heard that name from somewhere, right?" Eleanor sneered. "Only ignorant country folk still talk about this legendary figure who defeated the devil a generation ago."

Margaret exclaimed, "What did you say? Dad has been dead for thirty years? This, this, this is impossible! What year is this?"

By the end of the question, Margaret's voice had begun to tremble.

Eleanor was startled when she saw Margaret's reaction, but she still replied, "It's 1703 in the Holy Calendar, what's wrong?"

Russell frowned because Margaret's diary still showed the year 1653.

"Fifty years, fifty years..." Margaret's lips turned pale and her voice trembled. "Where is Ludwig Wallhausen's wife?"

"Well, according to records, she died in the destruction of Cannos in 1679." Seeing Margaret's strange reaction, Eleanor answered honestly.

At this time, Francine quietly asked Rosalyn, who was holding her, through her soul: "Sister, what year was the transition from the Holy Calendar to the Mage Calendar in 1703?"

"Sister, you don't know either. Margaret once asked me about the time, but the wizards of Vitolos have never believed in the gods of Usedom, and have never used this holy calendar." Rosalyn also quietly answered Francine through her soul.

"Unfortunately, Margaret and I don't understand how the two calendars are converted..."

Rosalyn shook her head.

In other words, Margaret's father died thirty years ago, and her mother died twenty-four years ago...

Russell was calculating in his mind, and he didn't have time to think about when the original owner of his body landed on the island. Instead, he looked at Margaret worriedly.

To be precise, after seeing the meadowsweet that originally only grew in a corner of the island growing in the deserted town, Margaret immediately realized that she was not resurrected immediately after her death.

Then she saw the deserted town that looked like ruins, and she did think about this possibility.

But when the bad premonition came true, Margaret couldn't help but lose control of her emotions. She stepped back dejectedly and sat down on the stool.

Due to a problem with the control of force, the stool fell backwards suddenly and almost knocked Margaret to the ground.

Russell, who had been staring at Margaret, was quick to catch her as she was about to fall and pulled her into his arms.

The stool hit the floor with a loud bang.

Russell gently comforted Margaret.

Margaret lay in Russell's arms, restraining herself from crying out loud, but just shedding tears quietly.

However, Margaret quickly restrained herself. She even raised her head and gave Russell a pale smile: "Sorry, my Lord, I didn't expect that I am already a 69-year-old old woman."

She could even keep herself together and make jokes.

This made Russell even more worried. He hoped that Margaret could cry out loud and vent her accumulated emotions so that she would feel better.

At this time, Eleanor exclaimed: "Wait a minute, I remember, I saw a file in the archives, which said that fifty years ago, the sister of the Knight Protector William Walhausen failed to escape when the island of Saint Blanc fell..."

"So the Knight Protector of the Nation is little William? The little boy who followed me around and called me sister has grown up to be a great man." Margaret said with a smile.

This smile made Russell even more worried.

"Could it be that you really are?" Eleanor was extremely surprised.

"Yes, I am Margaret Walhausen." Margaret still kept smiling.

"It's incredible! It's really incredible! Were you trapped in some strange place, and only realized that fifty years had passed when you returned to Usedom?" Eleanor asked curiously.

Margaret nodded slightly. "Yes, that's about it. But it doesn't seem right that such an important secret was heard by an outsider like you."

The pale smile on Margaret's face looked devilish to Eleanor.

The demon continued to whisper, "Especially since you're the spy Knight Ludwig sent to monitor us. What am I supposed to do with you?"

Although she was very unhappy with the words "sent by Ludwig", Margaret's condition was obviously not normal at the moment, and Eleanor did not dare to refute it.

Eleanor said quickly, "Ahaha! I, I swear on the honor of the Burgoni royal family that I will never tell anyone what I heard today!"

"Your royal family is spying on our family like this. I can only trust you by swearing in the name of Burgoni." Margaret's smile became even more sinister in Eleanor's eyes. "I believe that the dead are the best at keeping secrets."

Eleanor was no longer concerned with proving Burgoni's reputation. It was obvious that the crazy woman from fifty years ago was going to vent her anger on her.

So Elinor shouted in a hurry: "I am dead! I am already dead! You see, Miss Margaret, I am the dead person who can keep secrets best!"

Why are you feeling like a dead person again at this moment? Russell felt powerless to complain.

Margaret ignored this clever sophistry and raised her little face, pleading pitifully to Russell: "My Lord..."

Russell nodded, a flame lit up in his hand, and he nodded to the exquisite painting: "Nice to meet you, Her Royal Highness Eleanor Burgogne. Well, goodbye."

The flames made Eleanor feel extremely uneasy. She spoke in a panic, "Wait, wait, wait! Please spare me! I swear I won't tell anyone a word! Please! My Lord! I will do anything!"

"Russell! I have a way to control her!" Francine, who was also a little scared of the fire in Russell's hand, couldn't help but speak out to please Russell.

Although they are all souls, their fear of the fire is like a living creature encountering its natural enemy.

Unlike her previous rejection, Francine suddenly began to miss the body that used to protect her.

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I can only slowly pay back what I owe next time, Orz

115 Oath

"Oh? Do you have a way to control her?" Russell raised his eyebrows. He was very curious about how many skills Francine had hidden in terms of soul.

But it's not surprising when you think about the origin of Francine's soul.

Francine's soul was torn from the soul of the demon soul master Brochar by her father Renatus. She inherited many sophisticated soul manipulation techniques from both Renatus and Brochar.

Russell's flame is different. Although Francine and Eleanor are both afraid of Russell's flame, the restraint of the flame on the soul is more reflected in destruction.

The flames simply devour the souls as fuel, but they are not good at tasks that require careful crafting.

"Yeah." Francine seemed very obedient, and her tone was nervous, unlike before. "You, you put away the flame first."

Russell extinguished the flame in his hand with amusement, and Francine breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she secretly said something to Rosaline through the secret conversation between sisters.

Rosalyn listened and thought at the same time. She picked up the staff that looked like a musical instrument early on, muttered something, and pressed the keys with her fingers.

Finally, Rosalyn shook her head and said helplessly to Francine, "No, Francine, my power is still essentially the divine fire given by Russell, not the original magical energy. I'm not sure I can just bind Miss Eleanor without burning her soul."

As Rosalyn spoke, she spurted a stream of flame through the outlet of the staff, and the flame burned fiercely in the wide outlet of the staff.

Francine was truly terrified once again. She screamed, "Ahhhhh! Sister, hurry up and put it out!"

Eleanor was so frightened that she hardly dared to breathe.

Rosalyn extinguished her spell, looking helpless. Francine's method might work for a true wizard, but it was undoubtedly a failure right now.

Margaret's attention was temporarily diverted by the events before her.

Although her lips were still a little pale, her smile looked much more normal this time.

Margaret smiled and said, "In that case, Your Highness Eleanor, you should thank our Lord for his prudence. He discovered you in time and ensured your safety."

"What, what does that mean?" Eleanor was not only frightened but also confused. It was obvious that she did not understand what terms like "divine fire" and "my lord" meant.

"That flame, capable of devouring souls, is the divine fire bestowed upon us by our Lord. It entered the remains of Rosaline and me, forming our souls and allowing us to be resurrected."

Margaret put on a face like a charlatan, her expression was very solemn and dignified, and her words became archaic.

"If your fragile soul were to enter my body and attempt to occupy it, your soul would be reduced to ashes, Your Highness."

"You, you, you said that your soul and Miss Rosalyn's soul are made up of that kind of flame?" Princess Eleanor began to stutter again.

Looking at the flames coming out of Margaret's palms, Eleanor had to believe it.

Eleanor couldn't help but feel a little scared, but fortunately, due to her pride in her royal noble bloodline, she was not very satisfied with the bloodlines of Margaret and Rosaline.

If she had been impatient to get into the body of either of these two ladies, she would probably have felt the pain of her soul being burned and devoured by the flames.

Russell had never thought that fire could be used in such a wonderful way. It could even prevent those dead but not stiff members of the Usedom royal family from coming back to life.

To be honest, after Russell learned that the royal family could do such a thing, his first reaction was that he didn't know how many people in the Kingdom of Usedom were the royal family's resurrected corpses.

In Russell's eyes, the Kingdom of Usedom was fraught with danger for the two ladies. If he hadn't wanted to help Margaret return home, he would have taken the ladies and run away.

Even though Francine is very sensitive to souls, there are always times when she is careless, right?