Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Friedman was still panting, but his breathing was now more even. He shook his head, "No, not His Holiness the Pope. That person is even more distinguished than His Holiness the Pope."

Oh, angel? Did I just curse an angel?

Could it be that the Lord sent an angel down to the mortal world to defeat the demons because of their rampage? So this angel is an angel with combat powers?

Thinking of this, Rayman almost wanted to sew his mouth shut. He could only try to recall the scriptures, trying to find evidence that angels were magnanimous and did not care about mortals.

No, that's not right. I offended him before, so he cut down the church bell with a sword - wait, is this an angel excommunicating me?

The bell ringer Leiman became more and more frightened the more he thought about it, and his legs even began to tremble involuntarily.

At this point, Friedman finally caught his breath and said seriously, "When we recite the scriptures, we usually call Him 'Lord'."

At this time, Lehman looked at Friedman as if he were a fool, and at the same time, a strong anger surged in his heart.

It turns out that you, this stupid cow who can barely catch your breath, were teasing me!

Damn it, those rude and uncultured villagers teased me without knowing my identity, and now you dare to tease me even though you know my identity?

The past when the villagers laughed at him came back to Leiman's mind, and his face turned red quickly.

"Look, the lady from the Walhausen family calls Him 'Our Lord'; and the etiquette that old Ernst uses when worshiping Him is also—"

Friedman was still explaining patiently, but then his words stopped abruptly because a dagger suddenly stabbed into his heart.

Friedman used up his last bit of strength to look at Leiman with bloodshot eyes in disbelief. He was very confused and didn't know why he was attacked here.

I clearly shared the Lord's secret with you out of kindness, wanting to share His glory with you—ah, yes, the Lord must be unhappy with me revealing His identity, so he used this person to silence me...

Fanatics have this ability, they can attribute all bad things to their own mistakes and punishments.

A look of realization flashed in Friedman's eyes. He died peacefully.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! You bastard who dared to look down on me! Now you see how powerful I am, don’t you?

Lehman was panting heavily, his hands shaking uncontrollably due to the violent secretion of adrenaline. He staggered and pulled out the dagger that had stabbed Friedman in the heart, and blood splattered everywhere.

The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound, followed by the sound of Friedman's body falling to the ground with a thud, falling in front of the cross.

No, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me who killed him!

Rayman finally realized that he had gotten into trouble, and he killed a knight with his own hands.

No, it wasn't me, it wasn't my fault! Yes, it was Russell, that evil Russell, who bewitched Friedman and made him think he was the supreme master!

It's all Russell's fault. It's all Russell's fault. He's a heretic! He's a devil!

While trying to absolve himself of responsibility in his heart, Leiman staggered out of the church, his hands and body covered in blood. He mounted the donkey that Friedman had brought - Friedman was too weak to ride a horse - and ran out of the village without thinking.

I want to see my father, I want to see my father! My father will definitely help me, he will definitely help me!

With only this one thought in his mind, Leiman rode his donkey away in a panic.

"Huh? Weird! What's Lehman doing with the bell?" a villager asked curiously. "How did he get himself into this state?"

"Ha, maybe he stole someone's chicken and didn't kill it! Let's go to the church and see what's going on!" said another villager excitedly.

It seems that Lehman's image in the villagers' minds is really bad.

However, the villagers who rushed to the church with great enthusiasm were stunned by the scene inside.

A knight lay dead in the church, blood splattered all over the ground, looking horrible.

Some of the villagers ran to the manor to report the incident to the knights, while another group of villagers spontaneously went to hunt down the undoubted murderer Leiman.

Unfortunately, the villagers didn't even have a donkey, so they couldn't catch up with him. When Russell received the news, Lehman had already disappeared on his donkey.

157 Russell's Position

When the news of Knight Friedman's murder reached Russell's ears, Russell was thinking about life.

No, don’t get me wrong, this isn’t because Russell is in sage time.

Russell didn't just spend his time on women these days. He also kept reviewing the battle with the Black Princess, thinking about and summarizing the lessons learned.

Eleanor's current body was carefully adjusted by the Black Princess and has a very strong affinity with shadow energy.

In addition, the Black Princess left many tricks from the devil to the Burgoyne royal family. These tricks would naturally not be defended against a princess like Eleanor who was chosen by Queen Adelaide as the next queen.

Although Eleanor originally had little interest in these spells and techniques due to her lack of talent, the royal family's indoctrination education still allowed her to remember a lot of knowledge.

With the combination of the two, Ellie can now properly call upon shadow energy.

This made Eleanor completely disregard her previous attitude of having no interest in shadow magic, and she started to play with it enthusiastically like a child who had gotten a new toy.

Although Eleanor's abilities were far from those of the Black Princess in her prime, and her attack spells were merely scratching Russell's itch, it was still quite worth Russell's reference.

Eleanor was originally still resentful of Francine's mockery that she could only please her master with her body.

So, after Francine discovered that her shadow magic could also help Russell, she burst into enthusiasm. She tried hard to prove that Francine was talking nonsense, and tried hard to conduct actual combat exercises against shadows with Russell.

This certainly greatly accelerated Russell's process of thinking and summarizing.

Therefore, after a period of practice, Russell strengthened his familiarity with shadow energy.

In addition, Russell unceremoniously absorbed the soul of the Black Princess - although the Black Princess's soul was far from the level of the "Demon General" she boasted about, Russell still had a long way to go before advancing to the level of flame - but at least it made Russell's sensitivity to shadows reach a higher level.

Russell estimated that if he were to face the Black Princess again, with his current familiarity with shadow energy, he would have the ability to quickly locate and kill the Black Princess who was good at hiding and restraining.

Moreover, absorbing the soul of the Black Princess also made Russell begin to guess, because the soul of the Black Princess is different from the soul of the devil. Although Russell could not rationally explain where the difference lies, he did feel a clear difference.

Perhaps the Black Princess is a half-demonized human, and perhaps the bloodline of the Burgoni royal family is different from that of ordinary humans, but such souls can still be turned into firewood to provide energy for the flame.

So, can the human soul also be burned by flames?

Russell was shocked by his own guess. He felt that he must control this temptation and never abuse the fire to burn the soul, otherwise he would be no different from those demons that feed on human souls.

So Russell decisively put aside the idea of ​​absorbing human souls to promote the advancement of fire. He began to use some of the intuition left in the Black Princess's soul to teach Eleanor how to better use shadow energy.

Then Russell discovered that perhaps it was due to her talent, or perhaps it was because the Black Princess was eager to mature this body, the attack power of Eleanor's spell was still better than nothing.

In contrast, Eleanor was quite talented at hiding.

Russell guessed that maybe she was still upset about how Francine had found her hiding in the painting.

In short, Eleanor can now cleverly use shadows to hide. Only Russell can detect her not by relying on the soul contract but simply by being familiar with the fluctuations of shadow energy. Even Francine can't sense her.

"That's cheating!" Francine, who always thought she was superior to Eleanor, complained angrily. "She hid her soul inside her body, so of course I can't sense it!"

Francine, who was complaining to Rosalyn, was completely unaware that Eleanor was standing in the shadow of the soul box and making faces at her.

Eleanor was extremely excited about this rare opportunity to feel proud.

Especially considering that her concealment skills were improved to the point where even Francine could not detect them under the guidance of her master, Eleanor became more grateful to Russell.

I have to say that Eleanor's condition is already in the late stage of Stockholm.

Now, Eleanor, who was enjoying herself, no longer had any thoughts about escaping. She had adapted well to the change of identity from princess to slave girl.

For Eleanor, life now was much more fulfilling than the boring days in the palace.

This fulfillment was not just physical. Playing and fighting with little sisters like Francine also made Eleanor happy, as she had few friends of the same age in the palace.

Eleanor even forgot about her brother Conrad, who was about to come to Meldorf.

Just as Eleanor tilted her head happily, staring intently at Russell's facial features, which were as chiseled as marble sculptures, who was in deep thought, the person who brought the news arrived.

The messenger brought bad news, that Knight Friedman was stabbed to death in the church by the bell ringer Lehman.

At this time, the villagers had different opinions, and they all thought that the bell ringer Leiman was a remnant of the Black Princess, so he killed Knight Friedman.

After sending the messenger away, Russell's expression became serious.

Eleanor asked curiously, "Eh? Master, are you on good terms with Knight Friedman? Why are you so serious?"

"Because Crown Prince Conrad is about to arrive, the balance of power in Meldorf is about to become unbalanced." Russell said with a frown.

"Brother? Why?" Eleanor was confused.

Russell looked at the innocent Eleanor and patiently explained, "Originally, the knights were in the right, and the church took the opportunity to attack the royal family. Is that right?"

"Yeah!" Eleanor nodded.

At the same time, Eleanor thought in her heart that the knights were so hateful that they actually made things difficult for our family!

"Friedman's status is not low, and he's also a representative of the Knights. When Friedman and Conrad confront each other, one of them is right, and the other is higher in status. This is a relatively balanced situation, right?"

Eleanor nodded again, thinking that Friedman actually stood up against his brother, it was a good thing he died!

Eleanor practically applauded Friedman's death.

But why did the master look unhappy? Eleanor tilted her head in confusion.

"At that time, I can use a more graceful and neutral attitude to mediate the conflict between them. In order to overwhelm the other party, they will have no choice but to seek me, a relatively neutral third party who has made the greatest contribution in the fight against the Black Princess. I can maximize my own interests from this."

Russell was not afraid that Eleanor was concerned about her royal family, so he simply explained to Eleanor.

He was very confident in the results of his training over the past few days, or perhaps it was because this naive and willful princess had been protected too well and was too easy to understand.

Sure enough, after listening to Russell's words, Eleanor not only suddenly understood, but was even deeply moved.

My master really trusts me! He even told me something like this! He's not worried at all that I'd tell my brother about his plans! Well, then I have to live up to my master's trust!

Looking at Eleanor's watery eyes, Russell smiled knowingly. "So, once Friedman dies, the knights are leaderless. When Crown Prince Conrad arrives, the balance of power between the church and the royal family will be unbalanced."

"Then, Master, should you directly side with the Church and fight against Conrad?"

Eleanor was so excited that she even called her brother's name.

"I don't want to be too closely tied to the church." Russell chuckled and shook his head. "That's not in our interests. Rather, we might have slightly more common interests with the royal family."

The death of Margaret's father might have been caused by the church, and Russell didn't want to be too close to the church.

Especially considering that the Black Princess had died at the hands of Margaret, and Margaret had avenged her mother with her own hands, it could be said that the debt was settled. However, it was hard to say what was going on with the church.

But these words naturally meant something different to Eleanor.

Her Royal Highness the Princess naturally understood that because she was a member of the royal family, her master was sympathetic to her, so she did not stand against the royal family, and was closer to the royal family than the church.

My master is so nice to me!

Eleanor was so moved that she ignored the rules of Russell's education and threw herself into his arms, kissing him like raindrops.

Then, she slid down from Russell's arms like a loach, and finally knelt in front of Russell, offering him lip and tongue service.

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158 Blackmail Letter

Crown Prince Conrad, who was rushing to Meldorf, was in a very irritable mood. In order to appease the knights and prevent them from rioting, Conrad brought a large army of several hundred people.

The army's march was extremely slow, not comparable to a light-travel army, and the time wasted was almost four times as much as usual, which made Conrad extremely annoyed.

Just when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was only a few days away from arriving in Meldorf, his mood improved. Just when a smile appeared on his face again, making his entourage breathe a sigh of relief, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince received another letter.

"Your Majesty, Conrad,

I have heard of Usedom's mighty power, and throughout the kingdom, stories of your highness's bravery and wisdom spread. May your kingdom continue to prosper in this magnificent land, and may your people forever sing your praises.

I, Brochard, stand in the shadows where you least expect them.

Your sister Eleanor, the royal rose as fragrant as the heart, has been imprisoned by us in a dark room. Her safety is only a thin line away, and depends on your thoughts.

If you wish to save your beloved sister, please comply with the following requirements:

1. Three days from now, at midnight, you must go to Wynand Farm in person.

2. Carry a large box of gold, weighing no less than 2,000 gold coins.

3. Leave the box in the moonlight.

No guards or scouting parties may be sent.

If you are so bold as to violate the above rules, your sister will no longer be safe.

I hope you will make a wise decision and look forward to your coming.