Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Rosalyn snorted lazily in agreement.

Only then did Russell have an intuitive understanding of the so-called "power is the best aphrodisiac". Although he executed the murderers out of anger, the ability to control life and death itself represents power.

Rosalyn was able to put aside the barriers between her and Margaret and actively join the three-person game, while Margaret didn't mind grabbing little Russell and sucking and licking him. It can be seen that the aphrodisiac "power" is quite effective for them.

With Margaret's diligent service, Russell, who was taking a break, soon regained his strength.

However, Margaret was not in a hurry to start the second scene. She served Russell with her lips and tongue with relish, and looked at Rosaline with provocative eyes from time to time.

Sure enough, even in bed, Rosalyn still had a competitive spirit towards Margaret. She soon couldn't stand the provocation, and she struggled to get up, and then competed with Margaret for little Russell.

"Hmph, don't even think about monopolizing Russell!"

Rosalyn protested, and when Margaret spit out little Russell for a breath, she took the initiative to take over Margaret's job and hold little Russell in her mouth.

Margaret sneered, "I only asked you to educate that disobedient Eleanor and tell her that slave girls should have their own rules. I didn't ask you to compete with me for my lord's favor."

Rosalyn was unconvinced and wanted to refute, but in her haste, she accidentally scratched little Russell with her teeth, causing Russell to frown.

Margaret, who was always paying attention to Russell, keenly noticed this little detail, so her smile was full of sarcasm.

Margaret's expression seemed to say, "With your talent, Rosaleen, you think you can compete with me for my favor?"

Rosalyn saw Margaret's expression clearly. Her competitive spirit took over and she became more and more unwilling to accept the defeat. So she began to move her neck vigorously, trying to get little Russell to go deeper into her throat.

She looked at Margaret, who licked her lips and stared at her hungrily, and quietly put her hand on the staff to cast a spell to assist breathing.

Margaret was so angry that she laughed. She complained to Russell: "My Lord, Rosalyn used magic to assist in breathing. This is cheating! Now it's my turn!"

Rosalyn tried hard to hold little Russell in her mouth, and glanced at Margaret beside her with a look of pride in her eyes: I am a wizard, if you don’t agree, why don’t you learn magic too?

Seeing Margaret about to explode with anger, Russell decisively chose to smooth things over. He took the initiative to ask Rosalyn, "Rosaline, did you just beat up Eleanor? How is she?"

My master is so good to me! My master still remembers me!

Eleanor, who was hanging in the air in the tent, was already feeling very aggrieved. When she heard Russell's caring words, she burst into tears, her tears streaming down.

Since Russell asked the question, Rosalyn had to spit out little Russell, so Margaret snatched little Russell again, pressed it against her chest, and squeezed it hard.

Rosalyn adjusted her voice and finally replied, "Hmph, Eleanor is not qualified as a slave girl. You are not allowed to speak for her until we teach her the rules of slavery! She is trapped by my magic now! Francine is watching her!"

"Yes, my lord, you can't favor Eleanor too much. A slave girl should behave like a slave girl. She has become so unruly because of your indulgence." Margaret also said.

Seeing that Margaret and Rosaline had begun to escalate the issue to the point of jealousy, Russell decisively ended the topic.

After confirming that Eleanor was okay, Russell began to enjoy Margaret's service.

Seeing Russell's enjoyment, Rosalyn said dissatisfiedly: "Hey! It's my turn! I can do it too!"

"Hmph, I'm a weak wizard, so fragile that I always eat and sleep, and I always lie in bed looking weak and fragile. It's hard for my lord to enjoy himself!" Margaret laughed.

After saying that, Margaret gently pushed Russell to the ground again, then sat on him, swaying her slender waist. "You better watch carefully! See what real riding skills are like!"

Although the wizard Rosaline has her own secrets, Margaret, who comes from a knight family, also has her own unique skills.

Her agile long legs and powerful waist and abdomen swayed wildly, like a female knight riding a horse galloping across the grassland.

That night, Margaret and Rosalyn refused to give in to each other and both tried their best to overwhelm the other, which resulted in Russell unlocking many positions.

Great, praise for competition, I love competition!

Russell sang praises in his heart.

In the end, the one who had the last laugh was naturally Russell. The two ladies' strength was always exhausted quickly, and then they were helplessly manipulated by Russell.

Russell stacked them side by side, you stick to me and I stick to you, then Russell poked this one twice and that one twice, enjoying it, making the two of them feel neither too excited nor too relaxed.

They had no choice but to beg for mercy and signed a humiliating treaty, promising that they would serve Russell together like this often in the future.

Russell, who had long wanted to put them together, finally let go with satisfaction. His fierce attack made them scream and roar.

However, before they passed out, they hugged Russell tightly: "You, you are not allowed to go to Eleanor."

After saying this, Rosalyn fainted, but her hand was still tightly holding Russell's arm.

Margaret was a little stronger, but she barely had the strength to speak, and she also shook her head at Russell.

These two wicked women! Are they so afraid that I will steal the master's favor?

The two ladies were satisfied, but Her Royal Highness, who had listened to the story all night and still felt empty, felt very uncomfortable. She cursed Margaret and Rosaline in her heart.

In any case, Her Royal Highness the Princess was hung tightly all night.

178 secret

Because almost all the combat-capable bandits were killed by Russell, the guide Hans, who was determined to rescue the "Emperor of the Night", fell into despair.

He tossed and turned in the mountain village all night, and was almost defeated by the great despair.

"Hans, why do you look so grim?" A bandit, pardoned by Russell because his crime was minor, came to visit him before dawn and noticed the dark circles under Hans' eyes. "Are you still thinking about rescuing Boss Gvogoff?"

"Ah, yes." Hans sighed listlessly, "But now all the brothers who can fight have been executed, and you are not allowed to go down the mountain now. I guess there is nothing we can do."

The former bandit nodded, also somewhat helpless, and sighed: "Yeah, there is no other way."

The two of them were silent for a moment, and the former bandit changed the subject: "By the way, where is the saint going to hire you as a guide?"

"To Weinard Farm," the guide Hans replied gloomily.

"Wenard Farm, is that where Boss Gvogoff is imprisoned?"

"Yeah." Hans nodded listlessly. He glanced at the dim sky and calculated when he should set off.

The former bandit hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and spat, as if he had made up his mind.

Then he said to Hans, "Well, I know a secret. Perhaps you can offer it to the Divine One and ask Him to forgive Boss Glogoff."

"Secret, what secret?" Hans was not very interested, but asked casually anyway.

Seeing Hans' lack of interest, the former bandit patiently said, "Of course I know that the Divine One is omniscient and omnipotent. I used to think that what He values ​​most is the heart, but judging from what happened last night, what He values ​​most is the actions."

"As for you, if you offer this secret, which few people know, to Him, you might be able to please Him. At the very least, you can please the prophetess. Wouldn't that give you the opportunity to beg Him to forgive Boss Glogoff?"

Hans felt that his companion's words made sense, so he cheered up and asked, "Well, you are right, but what is the secret?"

"I also overheard a few of the already damned bosses saying this privately. You went back to Meldorf on Boss Gvogoff's orders to chase after Old Irvin, right?"

Hans nodded. "Yeah, they asked me that question last night. What happened? What on earth did old Alvin do?"

The former bandit subconsciously looked around, then lowered his voice and whispered in Hans's ear: "Old Alvin stole an inconspicuous rusty sword. I heard from several leaders that the sword is the key to a treasure, but the treasure is located at the end of the world..."

The Land of Doom was the name given by the fleeing Usedomites to the destroyed city of Kannos. For the people of Kannos, that day was like the end of the world.

This brings us to the tragedy of villages, which are usually dependent on cities and are subject to the rule, jurisdiction, and even exploitation of cities.

Even when the villages and cities were destroyed by demons, due to their cultural weakness, they did not even leave their names. However, the Kannos people, who had the right to speak, could openly call their hometown "the end of the world", as if only the prosperous cities had suffered a catastrophe.

At this time, the former bandit continued quietly, "I originally wanted to keep this secret and wait until the saint cleansed the demon, then I would return to search for the treasure. However, if it can be used in exchange for Boss Glogoff's life, then I will hand it over."

"But where can I find the sword?" Hans asked in confusion.

"You just need to tell the secret and don't question the Lord." The former bandit said with a pious look on his face. "In fact, I saw the prophetess wearing two swords on her waist last night, one of which was covered in rust."

Hans opened his eyes wide in surprise.

The former bandit nodded meaningfully. "I believe the divine being already knew this secret. They simply require us to demonstrate piety through our actions. Think about it, how could an omniscient and almighty being not know the way? Why would they hire you as a guide? This shows they have high hopes for you."

Ah, so that’s it!

So, He chose me, a person who is loyal to Boss Glogoff, as a guide because He wants to forgive Boss Glogoff?

Yes, that must be it! Otherwise, why would He let me lead the way to the Wynand Farm?

Hans was encouraged by his own imagination and cheered up all of a sudden. His eyes lit up. After thanking his companions, he ran out excitedly to continue fulfilling his duties as a guide.

As long as people are willing to deceive themselves, there is nothing they cannot overcome. Perhaps this is why religion can be so popular.

When Russell yawned and left the tent, he saw his guide Hans waiting by a tree in the distance.

Hans had heavy dark circles under his eyes, but his eyes were bright and Russell had no idea what was happening to this guy.

"You don't look very well. Can you still lead the way today? If not, just take a rest for the morning." Russell asked proactively.

Hans was now as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, I'm in good spirits. There will be absolutely no problem!"

Seeing the guide patting his chest to make a promise, with the look of a devout fanatic, Russell said nothing more and instead chatted with Hans about the mental state of the bandits in the mountain stronghold.

After confirming that everyone was willing to obey the orders of the intelligent young man Jansen, whom he had appointed, Russell was temporarily relieved. However, he had no idea how to place these people.

Russell once thought of placing them on the back of Morgana's giant whale. There was a thick layer of soil on Morgana's back, and the water sprayed through her blowholes could also be used for irrigation. However, Russell did not have enough food to feed so many people.

If this were a good year, Russell could have "borrowed" food from the royal family or the church, but now was a year of disaster and food was in short supply everywhere. Russell could only hope to confiscate a batch of food from the Devil Worshipping Cult.

Seeing Russell suddenly fall silent, Hans finally mustered up the courage and suddenly knelt on the ground: "Lord! I have a secret I want to tell you! I want to use this secret as a sacrifice in exchange for your forgiveness!"

Are we talking about terms? Russell narrowed his eyes.

At this time, Rosaline and Margaret also left the tent one after another. They ignored each other, as if their sleeping companionship last night had never existed.

Rosaline went to Eleanor's tent to continue educating the little slave girl, while Margaret was attracted by the words of the guide Hans. She stopped curiously and wanted to hear what Hans' secret was.

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179 Dawn

Before Russell could ask, Hans told him all the information he had heard from his companions.

Russell looked at Margaret and asked, "Isn't this your father's relic?"

Margaret shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't know what was going on.

"Oh? You said this sword is the key to a treasure somewhere?" Margaret raised an eyebrow. "Who told you that? Hmm? Your companion? Did he hear it from a few bandit leaders who were executed last night?"

After Russell discovered that this was all the information Hans had, he waved him off and said, "Wait a moment over there. Let's discuss this matter first."

After Hans left cautiously, Russell asked Margaret, "What do you think about this?"

"Hmph, if this rusted sword left by my father really is the key to some treasure, wouldn't William be unaware of it?" Margaret scoffed at the rumor. "In my opinion, the person who spread the rumor probably knew it was my father's relic and wanted to use it against William."

As Margaret spoke, she pulled out the rusty sword and handed it to Russell.

This sword was once shiny and sharp, but now it is covered with a layer of ancient spots due to the erosion of time. The rust is like the rings left by time, making it look tattered.

An amber gem is inlaid on the hilt of the sword, like the last rays of the setting sun.

It looked like an ordinary, rusted sword that had been neglected. It was rotten and no longer magical, and there was no way it looked like the key to a treasure house.

"Indeed, this rumor does seem more like a political conspiracy. However, we currently have too few clues."

Russell nodded, agreeing with Margaret's analysis, and then put the sword back into the scabbard at Margaret's waist.

Although she expressed disdain for the rumors, Margaret still found a piece of linen, carefully wrapped the sword, and then carried it on her back.

"Hmph, since even the well-informed bandits know this rumor, then those who should know it must also know it. It's always better to have less trouble." Margaret snorted a little unhappy.

"I'm not afraid of those little troubles. Don't you want to see William earlier? As long as you swagger around with this sword, William will come to you soon, right?" Russell asked curiously.

Margaret showed a rare look of confusion. Her face, which had been so moisturized and charming last night, was now filled with confusion in the morning light.

"Looking forward to it? I don't know. Uh, now that I think about it, I still don't have any sense of reality... It's been fifty years. Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye."

"In my memory, William was still a little kid who was only this tall and kept pestering me to play with him!"

Margaret gestured with her hands to indicate William's height.

"But when I wake up, he'll be a sixty-year-old old man. I don't know how I should feel about facing him..."

"I've been absent from his life for fifty years. I don't know if William still remembers me as his sister."

The more Margaret spoke, the lower her voice became, and the more she spoke, the more she was filled with the fear of homesickness.

This is very different from the bright, courageous and fearless woman in Russell's impression.

Russell decisively took Margaret into his arms, hugged her gently, and felt her trembling and her timidity.

Russell whispered in Margaret's ear, "Do you know what my first impression of you was, Margaret?"

Margaret muttered, "I don't know."