Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"Hey! Do you want to kill me? Stupid slave girl!" Francine complained dissatisfiedly.

Eleanor chewed until her mouth was full of oil and she managed to say incoherently: "Weren't you caught by the master?"

"Then I need your apology too! Stupid slave girl!" Francine became increasingly angry. There was no doubt that Eleanor's eating habits aroused Francine's envy.

Eleanor noticed this swiftly. She made a face at Francine's box. "Well, you kept calling me a fool and I never said anything back! Now we're even. Oh, the barbecue smells so good, but there's one idiot who can't get any. Who is it?"

Perhaps it was the long period of palace life that suppressed her nature, and Eleanor rarely revealed her playful and active side.

And so the little boat of friendship that Francine and Eleanor had just built that afternoon capsized.

Her Royal Highness the Princess had a rare appetite, and coupled with Rosaline's revengeful eating, Russell was busy for a long time at dinner before he finally fed all the ladies.

At the same time, on a hill not far from Russell's camp, Russell's guide was sweating profusely as he tried to stop his accomplices.

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171 Anxious Guide

Russell's guide was extremely anxious at this moment. He was tied to a pillar, but he still kept persuading the bandit leader.

"Listen to me, Gvogoff, Russell, and his female companion are definitely not to be trifled with! Aren't we gathered here to rescue the boss trapped at Weinard Farm? Then we absolutely shouldn't provoke powerful people again!"

The bandit leader, known as Glogoff, who was as burly as a black bear, sneered. He patted the guide's cheek with his rough, broad hand. "Hans, how much did that Occitania nobleman spend to bribe you?"

As he spoke, he reached into the guide Hans' chest and took out two gold coins.

When Hans saw that the gold coins on his body had been openly searched out, he knew that it was useless to say anything and closed his eyes in despair.

The eyes of every bandit in the hall instantly became hot and greedy.

Gvogoff couldn't help but bite a gold coin between his teeth, leaving a vicious tooth mark.

"Wow, the purity of these gold coins is quite high!" Gvogoff laughed and casually stuffed two gold coins into his arms.

Gvogoff ignored the dissatisfied looks of the bandits and looked at Hans slowly.

"Look, thanks to the information you brought us, Hans, we know my brother is imprisoned at Weinard Farm. Hum, that's a key location for the Inquisition, so we've gathered quite a few good hands for this."

"But so many of my brothers have families to support. I can't just ask them to save my brother out of loyalty, right?"

As he asked, Gvogoff covered Hans' mouth with a rag as he was about to say something.

"The Night King always clearly distinguishes rewards and punishments, which is why everyone is willing to work for him. Isn't that right, everyone?"

Glogoff shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Yes!"

"Of course!"

"Brother Glogoff is absolutely right!"

When the thieves heard that Glogoff was going to share the money, they immediately shouted excitedly, and their dissatisfaction with Glogoff immediately disappeared.

Bah, you're not even worthy enough to compete with your brother! Your brother, the Night Emperor, knows exactly who to offend and who not to offend—though I don't know why he got such a daring nickname—yet he still led us to roam freely in Gritzburg for over a decade.

If you, a bastard, hadn't been hooking up with those devil-worshipping demon cultists, your brother wouldn't have suddenly been arrested by the Inquisition as a heretic!

Now, because of your brother, everyone still listens to you, but you can only lead everyone to starve in the wilderness!

Your greed and shortsightedness will kill all your brothers! You have no idea how powerful that group is!

Hans became more and more anxious, and he whimpered and tried desperately to say something.

It's not that Hans has any good feelings towards these people, but he is indeed loyal to Glogoff (brother) who was captured by the Inquisition.

He didn't want the rescue force to suffer any casualties before rescuing his boss.

At this time, the brown bear-like Gvogoff (brother) was still talking non-stop:

"And your employer, that Occitania noble, was so generous that a mere guide like you could actually receive two gold coins. That shows how much money he has!"

"Hans, you refused to betray your employer. That's a sign of loyalty, very good. We brothers appreciate your loyalty. But it's all your fault for being late! We've already let a deeply rutted carriage pass during the day, waiting for news from you. We can't let go of a second fat sheep that's already been delivered to our door, can we?"

Gvogoff did not tell Hans the truth. In fact, someone was sharp-eyed and recognized Crown Prince Conrad, the Crown Prince's personal guards and a black guard who accompanied them, so the bandits did not take action.

As a subordinate of the "Emperor of the Night" who has been active in the underground of the royal city of Gritzburg for many years, he is also well-informed and knows clearly who they cannot afford to offend.

Neither the Crown Prince nor the Black Guards were anyone they could possibly provoke. However, the "powerful" Russell and his companions, as Hans called them, were not listed in their newsletter.

In the eyes of this group of people, they know exactly who in Usedom they cannot afford to offend. Could this Russell have suddenly appeared?

You know, Usedom's connection with the outside world has been cut off since the great retreat.

Therefore, Hans must have been bribed by that pretty boy nobleman and wanted to deceive them.

The bandits had already made plans to rob Russell.

Gvogoff pulled the rag out of Hans's mouth and looked at him coldly. "I'll give you one last chance, Hans. We're brothers, so don't force me. Hans, since you're from Meldorf, do you know where old Alvin is?"

"Old Alvin?" Hans didn't know why Gvogoff mentioned this old man at this time. "He's dead. He died at the hands of the Black Princess. Let me tell you, that Russell didn't even have to put in any effort to kill the Black Princess. He just raised his hand, and the Black Princess who killed so many knights was reduced to ashes. Don't mess with him—"

Hans's last effort was ineffective, and before he could finish his words, his mouth was stuffed with a rag again.

"Ha! Everyone in Gritzburg knows that the Black Princess was killed by the knights! You still want to deceive us? It seems that the noble pretty boy has promised you a lot of benefits!" Gvogoff laughed.

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

You've been scammed! I'm in Meldorf, and I don't know what's going on.

Hans was very emotional and tried in vain to spit out the rag from his mouth.

Of course, compared to the rumors about Gritzburg, which exaggerated the Cavaliers' contributions for political purposes, Meldorf's news was indeed much more accurate, but it also subconsciously exaggerated Russell's strength.

"Humph, if that pretty boy noble from Occitania could really kill the Black Princess as easily as you said, why did so many knights die?" a voice questioned.

"Yeah, he's talking nonsense! That pretty boy from Occitania is not that powerful!" Gvogoff thought this made a lot of sense. He laughed, turned around and nodded to the person who spoke.

Gvoguff did not know the person who was speaking, but after he absorbed many followers of the devil cult, there was a mixed crowd and he did not know everyone.

"By the way, which brother are you? What should I call you?" Gvogoff asked with a smile.

"Ah, I'm actually not your brother. I just went out for a walk after dinner and accidentally walked here." Russell introduced himself with a smile.

Before Gvogoff could react, Russell pointed at the guide Hans who was trapped on the pillar and said, "I am the noble pretty boy from Occitania. I am here to find my guide."

Russell introduced himself with a smile and stabbed the sword into Gvogoff's heart.

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172 Prophet

When Russell pulled the sword out of Gvoguff's heart with a smile, the smile on Gvoguff's face had not yet completely frozen.

Blood spurted out from Gvogoff's heart and splashed onto the ground. In the hall where the atmosphere froze instantly, it was almost the only sound at that moment.

Seeing Russell casually stabbed Gvogoff to death with a sword while chatting and laughing, it was even easier than killing intent. For a moment, the room was as quiet as a morgue.

With a thud, Gvogoff's body fell to the ground. This sound seemed to finally bring the bandits, who had been in a brief daze, back to their senses.

Some people subconsciously drew their swords, their blood boiling, and rushed towards Russell shouting. A few smart people turned their heads and looked at Hans who was tied to the pillar.

Is what this kid said true?

Gvogoff (brother) was so skilled that even the guys who were possessed by demons were no match for him. How could he be slaughtered by this Occitania like a chicken?

However, Hans was already disheartened at this time, and he closed his eyes in despair.

These clever fellows subconsciously took a few steps back. Only then did they see the tragic scene in the room clearly and couldn't help but congratulate themselves for being smart.

Although many bandits who acted faster than they thought subconsciously rushed towards Russell with their weapons, there was no sound of weapons clashing in the room.

This noble gentleman was wielding his sword in a graceful and leisurely manner, as if he were pruning the overgrown plants in his own garden.

And those ferocious bandits were like the less beautiful branches in a garden. They fell down in the cold light of his sword, fell to the ground, and could never stand up again.

In a moment, there were only a few people left standing in the hall.

However, Russell's expression changed from relaxed to alert. He glared and shouted, "Is there a demon? Stop right there!"

It’s not that Russell sensed the breath of the devil, but there is a subtle difference in the feel between killing a person and killing a devil, and Russell keenly noticed this difference.

Although Russell found that they were all low-level demons after a careful investigation, this change still made Russell alert.

Several "smart people" who were quietly retreating stopped subconsciously after hearing Russell's harsh words.

Only one person took on the shape of a demon, flapping its wings and rising into the air.

This is a trap, a trap set by the Usedom people! I must escape quickly!

This young man is so skilled, he must be a "Knight of the Nation" from Usedom in disguise! The swordsmanship he uses is that of a Knight of the Nation! You can't fool me!

The low-level demon remained calm in the face of danger. It flapped its wings calmly, took off into the air, and then flew out quickly.

Humph, are you stupid? I can fly! Today's matter will not be let go so easily! I will report to the Lord that the people of Usedom are not worth infiltrating! The Lord should re-launch a full-scale offensive against Usedom—

Then, a sword energy composed of yellow flames caught up with it from behind and cut it into two pieces.

The two pieces of the body were burned to ashes in the air by the raging fire before they even hit the ground.

A few smart people stood there obediently, not daring to breathe.

This is the Holy Judgment of Heavenly Fire! Has Usedom finally atoned for his sins? Has the Lord finally shown mercy to Usedom and begun to punish the demon himself?

No matter how loose their beliefs are, everyone has heard the stories in the scriptures, and at this moment, this is the only thought in their minds.

They felt warmed by the flame and ashamed of their own blasphemy. They were so moved that tears filled their eyes, and some even cried out of inexplicable grievance.

There was also a man who was particularly quick-witted. With tears in his eyes, he quickly walked up to Hans, who was trying his best to stop them from robbing Russell, and cut the rope that bound Hans with one sword.

The guy kowtowed to Hans and said, "Prophet! Prophet Hans! Please forgive our previous offense! Please guide us!"

Although we don’t know whether Russell is the Son of God, the Holy Spirit, or an angel, there is no doubt that the person who can lead such a holy way is a prophet!

A few smart people seemed to have found their backbone in an instant. They did not dare to directly worship the sacredness, so they began to kowtow to Hans.

Hans was still confused. He couldn't understand what the word "prophet" meant. He looked at the tragic scene in the hall with tears in his eyes.

It’s over, it’s all over. This is the team that rescued the boss, and now everything is gone!

Hans felt that all his enthusiasm had been wasted and he felt completely hopeless.

At this time, Russell was still smiling. He walked up to Hans and said, "Okay, tell me, what are these demons, Mr. Prophet?"

Russell's eyes were very dangerous, and his smile was as malicious as before, but in the eyes of a few people who secretly looked up at "this sacred" person, it was undoubtedly a tolerant and kind smile.

Russell was very angry. After he finished his meal, he saw that the guide had not returned for a long time. He wondered if this guy had taken the reward he gave and absconded, so he came out to look for the guide.

However, just as Russell expected, he successfully found a bandit camp by following the firelight. He sneaked in quietly, but found that his guide was tied up, and the bandits were enthusiastically discussing how to rob him and his group.

Originally, Russell wanted to deal with these thieves casually, but he didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise, which was to provoke a devil.

Russell's smile lost all its warmth when he thought that his guide might be in collusion with the devil.

But why are those guys kneeling at Hans's feet smiling like they're being blessed? Are I not smiling hard enough? What's wrong with these people?

Although Russell roughly understood that these guys regarded themselves as gods, he really couldn't understand the believers' thought process.

Therefore, Russell decided to communicate with Hans, the guide who seemed to be able to communicate relatively normally.

At this time, Margaret's voice came over: "My Lord, the thieves outside have almost been cleared out!"

Hans, who was originally confused about the situation, finally woke up from his dream when he heard the word "My Lord".

So that's it, so that's it! Now it all makes sense!

Hans gave a look that said, "I finally understand everything."

He also knocked his head to the ground: "My Lord——"

However, Margaret, who was walking towards the hall from outside, was very unhappy. She scolded, "Bah! Are you worthy of using the title of Our Lord?"