Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

The captain of the guards roared throughout the barracks: "Come on, follow me to catch the thief who stole materials from the barracks!"

Soon, the captain of the guards set off with three teams of ten men, chest puffed out like a proud rooster.

In the opinion of the Captain of the Guards, three teams of ten were too many to capture one Occitania noble.

But the soldiers had heard that the Occitania nobleman was very generous and that he was obviously a wealthy man, so they were too enthusiastic.

The captain of the guards did not want to disappoint his brothers, so he reluctantly selected ten people based on their place of origin and background, and added his own twenty die-hards to form three teams of ten people, forming the representatives of the entire military camp.

The captain of the guards, with three hastily assembled teams of ten, walked towards Russell's carriage in a menacing manner.

Russell had no idea what was about to happen. He was discussing with Margaret and Rosaline how to modify the carriage.

"How about creating an upward recoil spell, the kind that can act as a buffer during vibrations?" Russell was gesturing as he described his idea.

Rosalyn frowned and thought for a long time.

Then she shook her head regretfully.

At this time, the captain of the guards led the team to see Russell and the two ladies from a distance.

Seeing that there were two women besides the nobles, the soldiers' morale was boosted. They couldn't wait to trot, and the team was dispersed without them noticing.

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169 Heavenly Fire and Letter

Rosalyn frowned and argued with Russell, "If I could still use magic, it would be possible. Unfortunately, I'm still a little unfamiliar with your divine fire, and the control is not completely consistent with magic. At my current level, I'm afraid it would be dangerous."

"Just give it a try, just give it a try!" Russell did not give up.

The three men were so engrossed in their discussion that they didn't even notice the soldiers running towards them like sheep.

"Okay, since you insist." Rosalyn sighed, then quickly pressed her hands on the staff.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful energy wave poured out from the staff, and the spell hit a huge stone at the entrance of the village, causing a violent explosion.

"Look, I constructed this spell exactly according to your ideas. It exploded, didn't it?" Rosaline said, pointing at the huge rock that had been blown to pieces and was now a cloud of smoke and dust.

The dogs in the whole village were frightened by the violent explosion and started barking wildly.

"Hey! This is so dangerous! If you have something to say, just talk it out and don't use magic indiscriminately! Look, it almost blew someone up!" Russell pointed at the figure running farther and farther away in the smoke and complained dissatisfiedly.

Huh? Why were there so many people gathered at the village entrance just now?

The thought flashed through Russell's mind, and then he threw himself into the argument with Rosaline again.

Because the smoke and dust raised by the explosion of the huge rock almost completely obscured his vision, Russell could not see clearly that these people were soldiers in the barracks - their backs as they fled in a panic were no different from those of the villagers.

"Hey, don't show off your magic casually when you are out." Russell scratched his head and advised earnestly.

For this reason, Russell also used Eleanor as a negative example.

"Like Eleanor, she foolishly wanted to show off her wolf ears all the time. She almost caused chaos in the village yesterday!"

"Luckily, it was already dark when we arrived. Only after I forced her to use magic to cover her ears did I get away with it by saying the villagers were dazzled!"

Rosaline cast a spell because she was anxious because of Russell's words, but she didn't expect it to cause such a huge chaos.

Rosalyn now admitted that she was in the wrong. Her face flushed with shame, and she lowered her head and said timidly, "Well, I will pay attention next time and never cast spells carelessly again."

While Rosaline was still reflecting on the chaos in the village caused by a spell she had cast, the thirty people brought by the captain of the guards had already fled all over the mountains and plains.

The desire to survive is indeed the most powerful desire of human beings. They ran much faster than when they came.

They shed tears and ran as fast as they could, wishing their parents had not given them two more legs.

The most learned of the guards ran the fastest. Affected by the periphery of the explosion, his hair disheveled and his face stained, he was utterly heartbroken.

It was fire from heaven! It was God who rained down fire and sulfur that destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah!

God sent down divine punishment to warn me, warning me not to be like Judas Iscariot!

The thought of how he had nearly become a negative example written into the gospels made the captain of the guards' wine turn into urination. He completely disregarded his image and rushed back to the barracks.

This gave the captain of the guards a little sense of security.

Amid the surprised gazes of everyone in the camp, the captain of the guards ran back to the tent.

The lobbyist smiled and said, "Welcome back, Your Excellency. May I ask—"

Before he could finish his words, he was stabbed in the chest with a sword, and his smile froze on his face.

"Bah! You despicable villain, you're dreaming of convincing me to betray the blessed Lord Conrad!"

The captain of the guards stabbed the messenger sent by Prince Walter to death with a single blow. Then, still in shock, he patted his chest and made the sign of the cross over his heart. "Lord, I have come to my senses and turned back. Please forgive my past sins! I, Schneider, swear hereby that I will never betray His Royal Highness Crown Prince Conrad!"

At this time, the black guard who was still lurking outside the tent opened his mouth in surprise.

I've never heard that Knight Schneider is a devout believer in God. He hasn't been influenced much by the church, otherwise His Majesty wouldn't have promoted him to Captain of the Guards of His Highness Conrad...

How did he suddenly begin to pray to God? Had the Occitania persuaded him with his eloquence?

That's impossible. Hasn't Schneider been corrupted by money a long time ago?

What exactly happened? Could it be a manifestation of God?

The Black Guard frowned, his heart filled with confusion. His curiosity was fully aroused.

But now, with the return of over thirty men, the camp was filled with chaos, and order was on the verge of collapse. The captain of the guards, who was originally responsible for maintaining order, was now hiding in his tent, tossing and turning in prayer.

Although the Black Guard wanted to rush to the village to see what was happening, he had no choice but to show up in order to maintain order in the military camp and prevent such a bizarre thing as a camp bombing in broad daylight from happening.

Although His Majesty Friedrich stipulated that the Black Guards must not intervene in anything unless it was the most urgent moment, at this moment, in order to avoid the loss of these five or six hundred people for ridiculous reasons, the Black Guards chose to take action.

Under his strong suppression, the chaotic military camp was finally restored to order, but the rumor that there was a strange person in the village spread like wildfire.

Some people said it was the magic of the devil, some said it was the magic of a wizard, and of course, some said it was the fire from heaven sent down by God.

When the Black Guard finally arrived at the explosion site at the village entrance, there was nothing left there. Only a few villagers were still pointing and talking, spitting everywhere - their statements were quite similar to those of the soldiers, and the Black Guard did not get any useful clues at all.

Half a day ago, Russell had adjusted the carriage to be very comfortable. The ladies got into the carriage with smiles on their faces and drove away.

At this time, Captain Schneider was still hiding in the tent writing a letter, his hand holding the pen trembling slightly.

"From His Majesty Conrad,

I respectfully wish Your Highness good health.

I am willing to use my own body to protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince from any attacks from any direction.

Today, I have unhesitatingly rejected the enemy's enormous bribe. I know full well that this gold, silver, and jewelry is the enemy's first step in their evil schemes, yet I swear to defend the honor of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Now, the villain has been slain by my sword..."

The captain of the guards wrote and scribbled on the paper in distress. He was not good at paperwork, but he would never dare to sleep tonight if he did not finish writing this letter.

The Black Guard was also worried about how to write down today's events and report them to His Majesty Frederick.

In the end, it can only be simplified into a few sentences.

"On a certain morning in a certain month, a violent explosion occurred in a certain village. The cause was unknown. Villagers said it was the work of demons, some said it was caused by sorcerers, and some said it was a manifestation of God's power. There were many different opinions."

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At this time, it was already late, and the guide said to Russell: "Master, there is no way we can reach a village where we can stay today. We have to rest in the wild."

The guide's words were filled with fear, fearing that Russell would whip him in anger.

"Ah, I know. It's not your fault that we were delayed for half a day this morning. Don't be afraid." Russell nodded amiably. "Then let's set up camp nearby and rest for the night."

170 Camp

Russell and his group found a relatively flat clearing in the forest, set up their tent, lit a bonfire, and cooked dinner.

At this time, the sun was still hanging weakly in the sky. It was no longer shining on the earth, but was tiredly emitting the last light and heat of the day, waiting for the time to get off work.

Eleanor, who had never been on such an outing before, did not complain as Russell had imagined. On the contrary, she was unusually excited.

The princess, who grew up in the deep palace, wandered around and felt fresh and curious about everything in the wild.

Even the withered grass and dry riverbed in a year of severe drought could not hide the fresh smile on Eleanor's face.

Eleanor held Francine's soul box in her arms. The two girls rarely quarreled, but expressed their excitement one after another, fully enjoying the wild fun of the outing.

Rosalyn, who always held Francine's soul box tightly, was not so energetic. Although the scenery of Usedom was also exotic to her, she had no interest in it and just sat quietly by the fire.

The magician lady was holding a magic notebook in her hands and reading it seriously. Even the aroma of barbecued meat could not divert her attention.

Being questioned by Russell about her expertise in magic was a big shock to Rosaline.

Although Russell thought he was just making some suggestions, Rosaline saw Russell's behavior as an amateur giving instructions to experts.

If we were to say one of the most annoying things in the world, it would be the offense of a layman against a professional. When a doctor hears a patient say, "Baidu says...", if he can control his temper, the doctor's self-cultivation is undoubtedly admirable.

Therefore, Russell's suggestion not only made Rosaline lose control of her temper in the morning and cast a spell to smash the big rock at the entrance of the village, but also made the magician lady bury herself in the magic notes and study the details of magic all the way.

After realizing that Eleanor and Francine did not need her professional knowledge to explain, Margaret quietly walked towards Russell who was preparing dinner.

Russell wasn't sure if he was affected by the fire in his body, but he now really liked getting close to the fire in nature, whether it was cooking or blacksmithing, he enjoyed it.

Therefore, Russell always likes to prepare dinner himself.

Russell had a smile on his face as he sniffed the aroma of the barbecue. He wiped the sweat from his forehead caused by the scorching flames and felt that dinner was almost ready.

At this time, Margaret came over.

"My Lord, aren't we resting a little early today?" Margaret looked around but couldn't find the guide. "Where is the guide?"

Russell glanced at the rusty sword on Margaret's waist and replied, "Our guide is not an honest man. There may be a den of thieves nearby."

The environment in the Middle Ages was very different from that of modern times. There was not even an official road from Meldorf to Gritzburg.

The wilderness is almost like a no-man's land, with poor security and rampant bandits. People who can travel far and wide always have some skills.

Russell didn't think that the "guide" who could lead the way for them was just a simple villager.

"So you just let him go?" Margaret asked curiously.

"Never mind him. I don't think he would be stupid enough to bring his accomplices back to cause trouble for us. Rosalyn's magic this morning scared him almost to death." Russell said, looking at Rosalyn who was flipping through her magic notes by the fire.

Rosalyn, however, did not appreciate it. She said coldly, "Hmph, I don't deserve it. You criticized me in front of the guide!"

Russell was amused by Rosalyn's reaction: "That's not what you said this morning. You were so polite and admitted your mistake then. How come you're still angry?"

"That happened in front of outsiders this morning! How could I refute you? I must uphold your dignity in front of outsiders." Rosalyn raised her head unhappily and stared at Russell fiercely.

Then Russell handed a piece of barbecued meat on a wooden skewer to her mouth. Russell said with a smile: "Come, it's time to eat."

I'm still angry! Rosalyn was very upset.

But the smoky aroma of barbecue lingered and penetrated Rosalyn's nostrils, making Rosalyn's taste buds excited in anticipation, and she felt her saliva being secreted in large quantities.

So Rosalyn put away the magic notebook, grabbed the wooden stick, and took a big bite of the barbecue viciously.

The cooking time was just right, the juice bursting in the mouth, the delicate spices and the delicious meat complemented each other, completely relaxing Rosalyn's frowned brows.

A satisfied smile appeared on her face, and her eyes sparkled with joy.

Russell easily appeased the greedy little cat Rosalyn with the barbecue. He handed another skewer of barbecue to Margaret, then clapped his hands at Eleanor, who was still running around excitedly in the distance: "Dinner is ready, Eleanor!"

"Oh! Oh! It smells so good! I can smell the aroma of barbecue from such a long distance away!" Eleanor ran back excitedly.

Francine kept reminding him, “Hey! Watch out! Watch your step! Ahhhhhhhh—”

Before Francine could finish her words, Eleanor tripped over a bunch of low vines. She fell hard to the ground, and Francine in her arms was thrown a long way.

Fortunately, Francine's soul box flew straight towards the bonfire, and was caught in Russell's hand with a snap amid Francine's screams.

Eleanor was not affected by the fall at all. She climbed up as if nothing had happened and continued to trot back to the campfire. Then she took the barbecue handed by Russell and said crisply, "Thank you, Master!"

Next, Eleanor took a big bite of the barbecue and smiled.

Russell looked at Eleanor's dusty appearance, and then at the dry yellow weeds mixed in with her golden hair.

How could this Eleanor look like a princess? Some people would believe that she was a wild country child.