Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Then Russell's crisp slap landed on her buttocks. She felt a tingling pain and cried out in pain, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

But besides the pain, Eleanor actually felt a strange joy spreading in her heart, making her feel tingling and numb.

Russell was unaware of Eleanor's change of heart, and the slap he gave her was not a light one.

Russell scolded, "Didn't you promise to be obedient? If you don't, I'll send you back to Margaret!"

"Yes." Eleanor let go of her hands reluctantly and placed them against her legs as Russell instructed.

Then the mountains on her chest suddenly fell down and bounced up, like a violent geological movement, making Russell a little dizzy.

Bang, another slap.

The blow again made Eleanor's buttocks surge up layer by layer.

I've been listening to you, why are you hitting me?

Eleanor's eyes turned red again, and she looked at Russell with grievance and confusion.

"You have to say yes, Master. When you talk to me from now on, you have to address me as Master in every sentence. Do you understand?" Russell stroked the mark left by his palm and said word by word.

"Yes, yes, Master!"

Eleanor agreed subconsciously, then realized that she had not called out "Master", and immediately started to make amends loudly.

"You know how to be obedient now, very good." Russell raised his palm high, then gently placed it on Eleanor's face, stroking it and praising her.

Eleanor had been so tense that she closed her eyes. She breathed a sigh of relief when the slap didn't fall, but at the same time, she felt a vague sense of loss in her heart that she hadn't noticed.

"Next, kneel down." Russell patted Eleanor's shoulder, then put his hand on Eleanor's shoulder and pressed down gently.

This time, Russell's palm did not encounter much resistance, and Eleanor knelt obediently in front of Russell.

"As a slave girl, you must learn to change your master's clothes. Do you understand?"

"Understood, Master."

"Come on, try to take my pants off."

"Yes, Master."

"Very good, you learn quickly." Russell stroked the delicate animal ears on Eleanor's head and continued to instruct, "Next, open your mouth and hold it."

"Yes, Master."

"Very good." Russell praised, holding Eleanor's head with his hands and gently shaking it a few times.

"Do you remember the feeling just now? Come, it's your turn to move your neck. I won't move." Russell said lazily.

"Like, Lord." Eleanor's head was pressed by Russell. She spoke incoherently and then shook her head slightly.

Russell quickly corrected the technical details: "Hiss—no, that's not right! Stop! You wrap your teeth with your lips and don't let your teeth touch it, understand? Otherwise I will punish you severely."

Eleanor quickly corrected her movements, meticulously.

It has to be said that even when trying to please her father, she had never been as serious as she was today.

Russell felt much more comfortable now, and as Eleanor gently moved her neck back and forth, his expression relaxed again.

"Increase the intensity and swallow deeper!"

Eleanor reluctantly took the thick object stuck in her lips deep into her mouth, and then her throat could no longer bear it, and she spat it out with a "pop" sound.

Eleanor retched loudly and coughed violently, with saliva and tears everywhere.

Ahhhh, I'm so sad! Where are you? Come and save me! Ludwig!

Eleanor, feeling wronged and sad, finally remembered her guardian knight. Fortunately, she was not stupid enough to shout out her true feelings.

No, maybe Russell would be more excited if she shouted it out.

In a corner that Eleanor couldn't see, her guardian knight Ludwig was now hanging firmly outside Russell's window.

Ludwig, with his eyes blindfolded and his mouth blocked, swayed back and forth on the heavy hemp rope in the cold wind.

Russell's command and Eleanor's humiliated voice reached his ears clearly.

Ahhhhhh! Let go of Eleanor, you devil! You are the real devil! Ludwig was helpless and furious. He struggled hard, but the rope swaying in the cold wind made it impossible for him to gain any leverage.

Eleanor's voice that reached his ears afterwards made him even more furious.

"I, Princess Usedom, Eleanor Burgoyne, now willingly become the slave of Master Russell. I swear..."

Ahhhh! Eleanor, don't make any vows!

Listening to Eleanor reading the slave girl's oath, Ludwig's eyes were about to burst out. He only hated himself for not fainting and actually heard all this clearly. At the same time, he deeply hated himself for not being deaf.

"Eleanor has shaved her face clean, Master."

What did you put in Eleanor's face, asshole?

"Mm, it's delicious, Master. Slave girl Eleanor thanks you for the reward."

What did you eat?

Ludwig only felt a mouthful of old blood gushing out of his throat, and then it was blocked back by the dirty and smelly rag in his mouth.

Then he completely fainted and lost consciousness.

This was not necessarily a bad thing for Ludwig, because at least he did not have to hear the obscene words of the princess to whom he had sworn allegiance.

Downstairs, Rosalin clutched her chest and looked up with disdain at the unconscious Ludwig hanging there. She asked Margaret, who was also clutching her chest, "Why, do you want to wake him up again?"

"No need. I don't think he will live long after all this." Margaret was equally disdainful of Ludwig. She gave Ludwig a last look as if he were trash.

Both ladies had no good feelings towards Ludwig, after all, he was the culprit who dedicated the painting to Russell.

Rosaline, who was always good-tempered, was angry: "That's a bargain for him. I wanted to torture him to death."

"Don't worry, I won't let him get in the way of Miss Catisius tomorrow."

"Oh? Then I'll trouble you from now on, the eldest daughter of the Walhausen family."

The two ladies, who always argued over trivial matters, exchanged a few insults, then looked at each other with a smile, reaching a rare tacit understanding.

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The next day, Friedman visited Russell despite his frail health.

It was as if he didn't see the body being dragged away like a dead dog, even though the body looked very familiar, very much like the knight Ludwig who was obsessed with painting.

To be precise, Friedman was actually very happy to see Russell execute Ludwig.

In his opinion, this represented that the family of the Knights of the National Defense had released some kind of signal, a signal that they were on the side of their faction.

Therefore, Friedman was in a very happy mood when he met Russell.

Then the knight saw Her Royal Highness the Princess with a pair of wolf ears on her head serving Russell diligently and calling him "Master" respectfully.

It was even said that the way she walked looked a little strange, as if she was enduring pain.

These details, which would normally be enough to surprise Friedman, now did not cause any ripples in his heart.

Because the young woman with blonde hair is most likely the sister of the national knight who disappeared fifty years ago.

Whether she traveled through time and space, gained the secret to eternal youth, or was blessed by the gods and brought the dead back to life, these are all miracles worthy of attention.

Considering the respectful attitude of this miraculous woman towards Russell, Friedman even had a bold guess about Russell's identity that he himself could not believe.

If the speculation comes true, then it would be most appropriate to let a mere princess serve him.

The fact that Friedman came to express his gratitude today despite his frailty was in itself a test - although in Friedman's mind, this possibility was already a certainty.

Russell welcomed Friedman's arrival. To put pressure on the royal family through public opinion, relying solely on the knights who had just met yesterday might not be enough. Only by dragging the church into the fray could they exert greater pressure on the royal family.

So the atmosphere of their chat was very harmonious. They first asked about each other's health, then praised the sunny spring weather today, and then expressed their deep regret for the severe drought in that year.

After expressing his hatred for the drought, Friedman finally got to the point.

"Alas, not only is the harvest poor, but there is also confusion within the church. I wonder if you, Master Russell, could guide us?"

In Friedman's view, this is almost a clear request for the gods in the underworld to guide the spiritual life of the church.

Hmm? Are you talking about church matters?

Russell also perked up.

Russell wanted to know more about the internal information of the church, so he changed his casual posture during chatting, sat up straight, and looked at Friedman seriously.

"As for whether to give guidance or not, I'm not qualified to do so. It's just that some things require an outside observer to discern clearly. If you have any questions, please speak up. Perhaps I have some small suggestions that can come in handy."

Russell spoke casually.

Friedman certainly did not take Russell's empty words seriously. In his opinion, Russell immediately became serious when he heard that the church was in confusion. This was undoubtedly God caring about his people!

Friedman then became more respectful in his words, and from time to time he would include words of praise to God and prayers. His words were full of wit, and his every move was full of piety.

Russell, on the other hand, simply thought Friedman was a big-time charlatan. He hadn't thought his faith was so strong before. Was it because of his near-death experience yesterday that he was so inspired and more concerned about the afterlife, which made him more devout?

It was amidst this misunderstanding that Friedman slowly clarified the current situation of the Usedom Church.

Originally, the Knights went deep into the Usedom region for the purpose of armed missionary work and gradually established a regime through force.

In the eyes of the church, Usedom was the frontier of civilization. The glory of the Lord in the west had spread far and wide, while in the east, there were still a large number of pagans. (At this point, Friedman glanced at Russell with deep trepidation, but when he saw that Russell was listening attentively and showed no sign of anger, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.)

As a result, after a series of defeats against demons, which led to a great retreat to the east, Usedom was not only cut off from the wider "civilized world" of believers, but they were also forced to migrate to a land full of pagans.

"The land west of Meldorf is the last place where the glory of the Lord shines. Going further east, except for the royal city of Gritzburg, the whole place is inhabited by uncivilized pagans!" When Friedman said this, he was even a little indignant.

In short, after losing its vast rear area and suffering military failure, the church was severely damaged.

Therefore, the church was eager to reshape itself into a spiritual power, which brought it into fierce conflict with the royal power, which also needed to consolidate its own power.

Originally, the dual kingdom of Usedom had the basic principle that spiritual power belonged to the church and secular power belonged to the king.

However, when there is not enough cake to go around, this principle is gradually broken and abandoned, and neither side is satisfied with the status quo.

It is not just the church that wants to interfere in secular affairs. To be precise, large and small monastic orders, which are self-sufficient units that occupy large tracts of arable land in the wild and are directly controlled and managed by the bishop, are themselves a way for the church to interfere in secular affairs.

Likewise, the king wanted to intervene in religious affairs—since the bishop was the de facto chief executive, the power to appoint bishops should belong to the king.

Originally, the royal family did not have the courage to do so, but the church was not only separated from the rear, but also had internal divisions.

The king could accept that he was devout to the Pope, but that did not mean he could accept that even the Archbishop of Usedom could ride roughshod over him.

So the king decisively used political tactics, cleverly took advantage of the division in the church, and won over the mendicant sect to fight against the hermit sect, which put the church in a difficult situation.

"Wait a minute, what are mendicant sects and what are hermit sects?" Russell was confused by these terms.

Don't you even know this? Ah, this must be a test from the Lord!

One characteristic of a believer is that no matter how unreasonable things are, he always believes that his god is right.

Friedman easily convinced himself, his expression becoming even more respectful. "The Hermits are an ancient monastic order. They believe in living in seclusion, cultivating wasteland in the wilderness, practicing self-sufficiency, and seeking the Lord's guidance."

Friedman almost said, “Follow your guidance.”

However, Friedman reacted quickly. He thought that since Russell did not want to admit that he was the incarnation of the Lord, it would be unwise for him to point it out, so he changed his words decisively.

"The mendicant orders, however, left monastic life behind and chose to live and preach among pagans. They imitated the Lord's actions by living a life of poverty, preaching the salvation of souls, and healing the sick, acting among the pagans and influencing them."

Friedman went on to introduce Russell.

"This is a positive form of preaching," Russell nodded, jokingly saying, "In contrast, the negative forms of punishment are supplemented by your Inquisition, right?"

Friedman showed no sign of embarrassment and answered confidently, his eyes filled with enthusiasm: "Of course. It is my greatest honor to be able to spread the glory of the Lord with my own hands!"

Russell could barely keep the smile off his face. He was filled with disgust: Ah, what a hopeless barbarian, proud of the Inquisition instead of being ashamed of it. His eyes were so fanatical, it was really uncomfortable.

Friedman was overjoyed, thinking he had demonstrated his piety in front of the incarnation of God, and he was burning with passion for it.

The knight had no idea that he had been rejected by the "incarnation of God on earth" in his mind.

Having said that, in Russell's opinion, the mendicant monks' set is obviously more suitable for today's Usedom.

The monastic orders fled from the West and needed land to rebuild the monastery. Where did this land come from?

Once the monasteries of the monasteries occupied the land and farmland, the shares of the local people and knights would naturally be reduced. Considering the embarrassing situation of these landless knights (they gathered here in order to marry a wealthy woman, and then were killed in large numbers at once), it was impossible not to have a conflict.

Russell therefore believed that the king of Usedom's uniting the mendicant sects was a good move, directly putting the monastics in opposition to almost everyone else.

No wonder the knight Friedman, who supports the monastics and opposes the king, is anxiously collecting evidence everywhere to prove that the royal family is a heretic or even in collusion with the devil.

But Russell continued to listen and finally understood why the hermits still managed to gain the upper hand.

It turns out that although most monks cannot be said to be impious, at present, St. Bernard, who truly possesses the power of a saint, came from a spiritual hermit who lived in seclusion from the world.