Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

He used small movements to avoid scaring Margaret, who only had some instincts left, and slowly approached Margaret little by little, pretending to be gentle.

Fortunately, Margaret's brilliant light illuminated the entire cellar, and the difference in light and dark caused by a ball of fire hidden behind her was not so easy to detect, so Russell still managed to get close to Margaret.

Margaret was now leaning against the desk, with nowhere to retreat.

As Russell approached, Margaret subconsciously became alert. She gripped the ferocious iron rod in her hand, as if she was ready to fight back at any time.

But at this time, it was too late to rely on subconscious defense.

Russell originally approached Margaret, his prey, gently and slowly. He was paralyzing her and making her let down her guard.

Now that they were close enough, Russell suddenly jumped up. He rushed forward and pressed his left hand on Margaret's forehead before Margaret's iron rod came down.

The flames did not ignite Margaret's whole body as Russell expected, but instead penetrated Margaret's forehead.

Margaret had already raised the iron rod high up, but she was trembling all over as if struck by lightning, and she couldn't bring the rod down no matter what.

Russell had no way to raise his right arm to block Margaret's attack. He was now in a state of numbness after the electric shock.

Russell's left hand and Margaret's forehead seemed to be welded together and could not be separated.

The flames seemed to have finally found an outlet, gushing out joyfully through Russell's left arm and rushing towards Margaret's forehead.

As the flames rushed out, Russell felt that the burning sensation in his body was greatly relieved.

The transmission came to an abrupt halt only after more than half of the flame in the body had surged out.

Russell found that the flame burning on his right hand was still orange-red. It did not dim again as the flame passed, nor did it turn back to red or even dark red.

Does this mean that once the flame is reignited, it won't dim again?

This thought flashed through Russell's mind for a moment and then disappeared immediately. Russell's attention was almost entirely on verifying the results of his resurrection.

What happened to Margaret? Can a person who has lost his soul be resurrected?

Russell couldn't suppress such thoughts.

Russell put away the flame on his right hand. He wanted to observe Margaret's eyes carefully. He wanted to see if those beautiful eyes had regained their spirit.

However, at this moment, the golden light emanating from Margaret's body completely extinguished, and the entire cellar was swallowed by darkness.

Before Russell could relight the fire in his hand, there was a crisp clang and the iron rod in Margaret's hand fell to the ground.

The crisp sound of the iron rod hitting the ground was like hitting Russell's heart.

Seems like a failure?

Exhausted Russell sat down on the ground. He was so tired that he didn't want to say a word.

The sudden change in light from bright to dark made Russell's eyes unable to adapt for a while.

So Russell didn't see Margaret's eyes blink in the darkness, and then they became full of spirit again. Of course, they were also full of doubts.

After a moment, Russell got up from the ground.

The recent battle with the Lesser Demon Commander had made him sweat excessively—although most of the sweat came from the burning flames—and he urgently needed to replenish water.

Russell was dazed and didn't bother to check on Margaret. He turned around and climbed up to the ground, left the cellar, and went to find the full set of tools for fetching water that he had hidden behind the low wall.

Margaret hesitated for a moment and did not call out to Russell.

She was still in a daze at this time.

Margaret clearly remembered that her last memory was that after she killed many little demons, her soul was forcibly taken away by the demon.

I think that was the last picture I saw at the end of my life.

But now, she can think again.

Margaret frowned in confusion. Could this be the afterlife?

Regardless of whether this is the world after death or not, Margaret was filled with awe for the existence just now.

She realized that she seemed unable to disobey and unwilling to disobey that existence, so she didn't dare to breathe and could only wait quietly for him to leave.

Margaret only breathed a sigh of relief when Russell turned and left. However, when she saw Russell crawling out of the cellar and opening the cellar door, strong light poured down, and Margaret's pupils suddenly contracted.

This was Saint-Bran Island, and this was the cellar where she had been hiding!

Isn't she dead?

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015 Margaret and Russell

This time, Russell did not encounter any unexpected obstacles when fetching water.

Soon, he was sitting on the ground above the cellar, patiently waiting for the river water to boil and cool.

Before, Russell didn't feel any wind in the cellar, so he judged that there should be no ventilation holes in the cellar, which also meant that the air flow in the cellar was not very smooth.

This means that lighting a fire in the cellar would cause the rapid consumption of oxygen and lead to suffocation. Although Russell was not sure whether this scientific law from his previous life was still valid in the other world, he currently lacked the interest to take risks in order to get to the bottom of it.

Russell sat on the ground, staring blankly at the burning fire, and at the river water that gradually began to gurgle as the flames licked it.

The fire burned brightly, and the fire in Russell's heart also burned fiercely.

However, after wasting most of the flames, Russell finally no longer felt burning with anger because of the flames.

This was not good news for Russell, because the flames told him that it could now burn for nearly three months.

In other words, the maximum number of souls that Russell's current body can accommodate is no more than the amount needed to keep the flame burning for half a year.

At the same time, this also means that his life may end at any time, and he must always find the soul of the devil that is enough to sustain his survival.

"Now, even after traveling through time, I still have to be a dead-line warrior, and this time the death line is a literal death line." Russell laughed at himself with a hoarse throat.

At this time, the river water filled in the helmet was boiling happily.

Russell stood up and put out the fire.

Before the boiling water cooled, Russell planned to go back to the cellar to check on Margaret.

If she is truly dead, bury her in the cemetery...

Russell thought so as he stared at the cellar lid in a trance.

At this moment, with a creaking sound, the lid of the cellar was gently pushed up, and a head of shining golden hair came into Russell's eyes.

Those beautiful blue eyes were now full of spirit, no longer dull and wooden as before.

When Margaret saw Russell, her eyes became timid, but she still insisted on crawling out of the cellar, but her movements suddenly became stiff.

She's alive! She's alive!

Looking at Margaret's eyes that had regained their lively look, Russell felt a great joy in his heart.

Russell himself couldn't explain why he was so happy. Perhaps he was happy for Margaret? Or perhaps he was excited that his flame had the power to resurrect?

Russell didn't know, he just grinned with his cracked lips, revealing a hearty smile.

Russell's smile greatly encouraged Margaret. Her eyes lit up and her movements became more confident. She crawled out of the cellar in two steps and came to Russell.

Next, Margaret's performance surprised Russell.

Margaret fell to her knees, lowered her head, and murmured softly, "God, I, Margaret Walhausen, thank you for forgiving my foolish sin of disrespect and granting me a second life with divine power. I must confess my sins to you and beg for your forgiveness."

She was trembling with excitement, her voice was very pious, and she even lowered her head, hugged Russell's feet, and kissed Russell's toenails with her lips.

What am I, you say? God? Have you ever seen a God who eats when hungry and drinks when thirsty, or is frightened by a vicious demon and unable to move?

This development was completely beyond Russell's expectations. He was stunned by Margaret and didn't know how to refute her.

From Margaret's perspective, as a scholar, she knew clearly that she had died before, and her soul had been taken away by the devil and became the devil's food.

Now that the man in front of her can give her life again, who else could it be but God?

Margaret believed that she had concluded with the rigor of a scholar that this kind and gentle person who held the power over life was God.

Margaret's previous insistence that God did not exist and that the church was ignorant was also due to her scholarly background.

The church simply does not have any solid evidence to prove the existence of gods.

Everything is different now.

God himself descended to the world, took on human form, and gave her a second life.

Looking at the dilapidated and almost unrecognizable town of Saint-Bran in front of her, a few low walls could only vaguely make Margaret associate it with the vibrant town in her memory.

The town had fallen into such a state of decay, yet Margaret remembered it as if she had lived there only yesterday.

With such a miracle right before her eyes, Margaret would certainly no longer insist that God did not exist. On the contrary, she immediately became the most devout believer.

This is Saint Blanc Island, the promised land of the saints! I was reborn in the promised land of the saints, and I saw miracles in the promised land of the saints. This means that this is my promised land, and that I am a saint!

Margaret was trembling with excitement.

"You get up first, get up first. I'm not God, my name is Russell, I'm just a nobleman." Russell persuaded.

Young Russell was already strong and healthy. Before traveling through time, he had never thought that he would die, and naturally, he had never thought about the proposition of life and death.

The resurrection in various games also made him somewhat desensitized to the matter of resurrection and lacked awe, so for a while he did not truly realize what a miracle it was to give people a second life.

Moreover, Russell knew clearly that his soul had traveled to another world and that he was just a human being with the help of fire. He had nothing to do with gods or God - although the origin of this fire seemed quite extraordinary.

Margaret did not believe this excuse. She continued to kiss Russell's boots devoutly: "Lord, you must forgive me, forgive my ignorant disrespect, and forgive my doubts about you."

"I'm really not God. I'm Russell. I have no right to forgive you. Get up, get up."

A naturalist who had previously written clearly in his diary about how he had defrauded funds from the church suddenly became a fanatical believer. This change made Russell laugh and cry.

"You gave me a second life," said Margaret.

"Yes." Russell thought about it. Although it was the effect of the fire that brought her back to life, it was indeed him who took the initiative to use the fire to resurrect Margaret.

"You say you are not God?" Margaret's voice trembled. Although she was inevitably influenced by the church and believed that questioning God was disrespectful, her scholarly instinct still made her raise the question.

Russell nodded: "Yes, of course I am not God."

Russell's amiable answer reassured Margaret a little. She boldly continued, "So, are you an angel descended to the mortal world, or a child of God conceived in the mortal world by the Holy Spirit?"

"No, of course not. The God I told you about—" Russell answered, pressing the flame on his chest with some uncertainty.

The flame flickered.

"——Nothing." After receiving confirmation from Flame, Russell gave his answer, "I'm just an ordinary human being... well, maybe not that ordinary."

In any case, the traveler who is accompanied by this mysterious flame should not be considered ordinary.

Russell thought so.

"Please get up, Miss Margaret."

"So that's how it is. I understand it completely. Then please forgive me, forgive my impersonation, and then I dare to stand up." Margaret still knelt and refused to get up.

Just understand.

Russell breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Okay, I forgive you, Miss Margaret, please get up."

"Yes! Lord God! From now on, I, Margaret Walhausen, as your first saint, swear to eliminate false beliefs for you, spread the true faith, and let your name be known throughout the world! I will destroy the ignorant poison vines of false religion that poison people's hearts, and let the light of your truth spread all over the earth!" Margaret swore loudly.

Then the young lady naturalist stood up and stared at Russell with reverence and admiration, as if she wanted to remember what her god looked like at that moment.

So, what do you understand? Why do you still treat me like a god?

Russell covered his forehead with his hands. "I say, Margaret, aren't you a scholar? Aren't you a naturalist? Where has your rationality as a scholar gone?"

Sure enough, Lord Russell is the real god!

He understood the rationality of scholars! He was completely different from the ignorant and foolish church that only knew how to deceive villagers and foolish women but had no interest in the truth!

And Lord Russell didn't deny that I was his saint! So, I, Saint Margaret, am Lord Russell's first saint!

I must drive out the false believers for Mr. Russell, who represents the truth!

Margaret was very excited.

What Russell never expected was that his questioning would actually strengthen Margaret's faith in him.

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