Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"You are a heroic and fearless scholar who is willing to defend his research results even at death. When we first met in the cellar of St. Margaret's Island, you beat me up badly," Russell joked.

Margaret's face turned red for a rare time. Even when she was competing with Rosaline to serve Russell last night, she didn't feel like her face was being burned by flames.

Margaret said coyly, "No, no, you're talking nonsense again. How could I possibly be your opponent?"

"Don't forget, you were the one who taught me swordsmanship." Russell rarely saw Margaret's shy look, and he couldn't help but feel very fresh. He continued to tell the truth and teased Margaret.

"Isn't it because you, my Lord, have shown me favor that I deliberately used the swordsmanship of the Walhausen family? Look at Rosalyn using the divine fire you bestowed upon her, yet you never imitate her magic." Margaret lowered her head as she spoke, her ears turning red. "You, you are such a fool!"

Is that still the way it should be? I don't want to learn fancy spells, I just want to slash with my sword. Doesn't that mean I can't learn it?

Russell was speechless about Margaret's train of thought, but seeing Margaret's rare shy and cute look, Russell felt that such a misunderstanding didn't seem so bad.

Margaret was so embarrassed by Russell's teasing that she could not contain herself. The two of them were having a great time being affectionate with each other, but Eleanor was in trouble.

Russell only sent away the guide Hans, but did not send away Rosaline and Eleanor in the nearby tent.

The sounds of Margaret and Russell's flirting penetrated the tent and reached the ears of Rosaline, Francine, and Eleanor.

Rosalyn had been hanging Eleanor all night, and last night she was well cared for by Russell, so she was in a good mood.

Rosaline returned to the tent humming a song early in the morning, put the depressed Eleanor down, and restored Eleanor's ability to speak.

Eleanor had been mocked by Francine all night, and she was still hesitating whether to go out to Russell to cry and complain or to fight back against Francine first, when the voices of Russell and Margaret came into the tent.

Rosalyn's face immediately turned gloomy.

Eleanor and Francine could only tremble in front of the gloomy Rosaline. They were like little animals facing a storm, weak, pitiful and helpless.

Eleanor's body, which had just stretched out, immediately curled up again. The princess, who had always been carefree and lawless, was now more well-behaved than any of her former maids.

Francine, who was always talkative, now became completely quiet. She didn't dare to breathe and curled up in the soul box without saying a word, as if the soul box she lived in was empty.

Soon, the gloom on Rosalyn's face disappeared and was filled with a smile again.

The female sorceress asked in a brisk tone, "Eleanor."

"Oh! Here! I, I'm here!" Eleanor was startled and answered quickly.

Smiling Rosaline is scarier than gloomy Rosaline. What's going on?

Eleanor was as well-behaved as a quail and didn't have any princess airs at all.

"Have you learned all the slave girl etiquette I taught you last night?" Rosalyn still smiled.

"Learn, learn, learn, I've learned it! I've learned it all! I, I, I promise I will never overstep the line again! I will seriously abide by my duties as a slave girl!" Eleanor was so scared that she was about to cry.

180 Bumpy Road

The guide Hans, who was waiting quietly by the side, was feeling uneasy. He was not sure whether his sincerity could move the holy being and whether it was enough to make Him forgive Boss Gvogoff.

He originally wanted to continue pleading with the saint while on the road, but the saint was forcibly dragged onto the carriage by the blue-haired wizard.

This prophetess must have something important to say to the Lord.

Hans comforted himself in this way.

Of course, he did not forget his duties as a guide. He called Russell's horse and started forward.

However, the draft horses were not as obedient as before. Without Russell's guidance, the horses walked very loosely, causing Hans to sweat profusely while driving the cart.

It was not until the golden-haired prophetess appeared on the driver's seat and cracked the whip that the carriage finally got on track.

Hans breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned around to continue leading the way.

Hans felt that the prophetess seemed to be in a particularly good mood, with a bright smile on her face, like a general who had won a battle.

Yes, if one could be embraced by the Lord, everyone would surely feel very happy.

Hans thought so in his heart.

In fact, Margaret's good mood was certainly not for religious reasons, but because Rosaleen was in a terrible mood.

Margaret never expected that her momentary expression of true feelings would make Rosaline jealous and crazy.

Rosaline insisted on dragging Russell into the carriage, saying that she wanted Russell to use magic well.

Rosaline's frustration was so obvious that Margaret could no longer suppress the smile on her face. She found an excuse to run out to catch the car so that she could laugh heartily without having to control her expression.

Outside the carriage, Margaret was smiling sweetly, while inside the carriage, Russell had a bitter face.

"How could you not be able to learn it? This magic is so simple that I can even release it with the fire you gave me!" Rosalyn's usual elegant and calm image was completely gone. She pulled her long blue hair into a mess.

Rosalyn pouted and said, "You are biased. You only favor Margaret but not me!"

Moisture began to gather in her eyes and it looked like it was going to rain soon.

Nonsense, I clearly treated you all equally last night. How could I favor Margaret at all?

Russell complained in his heart.

However, Russell knew that this was not the time to reason. He had to take strong action to break the dead end in Rosaline's thinking.

So Russell didn't argue, but walked straight forward, hugged Rosaline in his arms, and then used his lips to block Rosaline from saying anything next.

Rosalyn first opened her eyes wide in surprise, but the moisture in her eyes quickly turned into a mist under Russell's passionate kiss. Then she closed her eyes and fell into this passionate kiss.

She responded enthusiastically, feeling his hands wandering over her body, and when she came to her senses, she was already naked.

Rosalyn's complicated magic robe was thrown into the carriage, covering Francine's soul box exactly.

I don't know how Russell was able to take off such a complicated magic robe so quickly...

This was Rosalyn's last conscious thought, and then she was immersed in boundless passion.

In fact, this was not just Russell's credit, because Eleanor was still in the carriage.

Margaret and Rosaline were both fully satisfied last night, while Eleanor was left alone all night.

When Eleanor saw her master start to take off Rosaline's magic robe, she was even more excited than Rosaline. She swallowed several times and almost fainted.

Thanks to Eleanor's rich experience in fighting alongside Rosaline, she almost instinctively cooperated with Russell to take off Rosaline's complicated magic robe in no time.

After impatiently taking off her skirt, Eleanor stared at Russell's spear that was almost penetrated deep into Rosaline's paradise. She only regretted that it was not herself who was pierced at this moment.

Master, master, your little slave girl also needs your punishment!

Eleanor almost screamed in anxiety.

However, Rosaline's accumulated prestige was still there, so she didn't dare to compete with Rosaline for favor for the time being. She looked at her anxiously at first, imagining that she was the one who was receiving the master's favor.

However, this fantasy was like adding fuel to the fire. Not only was it useless, but it made Eleanor even more eager.

Russell's aggressive attack caught Eleanor's eyes, making her feel even more empty.

The crisp sound of the passionate collision of flesh sounded like the master's slap on her little butt, which made her unconsciously clamp her legs together and feel a tingling sensation extending from her butt to her heart.

Rosalyn's beast-like roar and Russell's heavy breathing made the fire in Eleanor's heart burn even more fiercely.

Cum, cum, you greedy bitch! Why aren't you cumming yet? It's my turn, it's my turn!

Eleanor was frantic with anxiety.

In desperation, Eleanor suddenly found a way. Her remaining sanity finally realized that as long as Rosalin had an orgasm, the master would continue to enjoy her.

Eleanor then began to help the master manipulate Rosalyn. Her hands climbed up the peaks, her hands fiddled with the valleys, and she pushed Rosalyn hard, allowing the master to penetrate Rosalyn deeper.

Under such a pincer attack, Rosalin was finally defeated. Rosalin's mind went blank, she screamed unconsciously, and then passed out.

It’s finally my turn, it’s finally my turn, it’s finally my turn!

Eleanor sang in her heart. She couldn't wait to help Rosaline aside, then grabbed her master's bulging spear with her hands and pierced her valley impatiently.

Eleanor was almost defeated immediately by the fulfillment she had been looking forward to all night.

Eleanor burst into tears, but this time it was not because of emptiness or sadness, but because of satisfaction.

No! Eleanor! You can't be so useless! You can't pass out so quickly! Rosalyn kept you hanging all night, you have to make up for all the lost time!

Eleanor gritted her teeth, feeling wave after wave of pleasure rushing towards her head, and she refused to reach the paradise of bliss like this.

But Russell's offensive was not affected by the wishes of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and soon, Eleanor also reached the peak of happiness.

“Master—Master—Master ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

She screamed in ecstasy, her whole body tensed like a fully drawn bow, and then suddenly collapsed.

Outside the carriage, guide Hans was still trying to please the prophetess who was driving the carriage, hoping that she could say a few good words for his boss Gvogoff.

Hans didn't notice at all that the prophetess's mood had turned bad since some time ago.

"Uh, the carriage seems to be shaking even more than before. The road is really bad." Hans said for fun.

"Oh, yes, this is a terrible road," said Margaret.

Rosalin, oh Rosalin, don't think I don't know what you're doing in that carriage just because you set up a soundproofing array! You're actually vying for my Lord's favor in broad daylight! How shameless!

Margaret gritted her teeth.

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181 Meeting on the Road

Hans didn't realize that he was bringing up something irrelevant. His greetings, which were intended to please the prophetess, only added fuel to the fire.

However, when he saw Margaret's face suddenly darken, he was so frightened that he dared not speak anymore. He rode his horse dejectedly, walked forward a short distance, and led the way obediently.

Alas, this prophetess's mood is really unstable. She was so happy just now, how come she suddenly became gloomy?

Guide Hans was complaining in his heart.

…………

Alas, I don’t know what Archbishop Cluny said to Cecilia. Her face has not looked good in the past few days since she left Gritsburg.

Bishop Grein, who was also riding a horse on the road from Gritzburg to Meldorf, was complaining in his heart.

Could it be that the Archbishop told the devout Sister Cecilia that I had an illegitimate child?

Well, it's very likely that the Archbishop protected his adopted daughter so well that he was afraid that I would deceive Cecilia, so he spoke ill of me in front of Sister Cecilia.

But I clearly wanted to take Sister Cecilia to see the Holy Spirit!

Bishop Greene has been treated coldly by Sister Cecilia while traveling these days. He feels an inexplicable sense of grievance that his kindness has been treated like a donkey's liver and lungs.

Wait, could it be that Sister Cecilia thinks my trip is too small and that I didn’t arrange enough followers for her and didn’t bring enough knights?

Bishop Grein racked his brains to reflect on his mistakes.

In order to reach Meldorf as quickly as possible, Bishop Grein traveled light. Confident in his bravery—no one in Usedom would be so reckless as to cause trouble for a bishop with stigmata on his hands—he did not bring any guards with him.

Similarly, Bishop Green did not bring any followers with him, but he still arranged for two low-level nuns to serve Sister Cecilia along the way.

If it weren't for the conspicuous stigmata on the back of Bishop Grein's hand when these four people traveled, he would most likely be mistaken for an attendant.

No, that's not right. Sister Cecilia was very kind to the two young nuns, without any airs. She did a lot of the small chores herself, and she dressed simply. It's unlikely that she thought the ceremony was too small or that she wasn't taking good care of them...

Could it be that Sister Cecilia doesn't want to travel far and prefers to stay in Meldorf?

Oh, this is a mistake. Sister Cecilia has always been so quiet and polite to others. Maybe she doesn't like this messy wilderness at all...

Bishop Grein was preoccupied with the idea of ​​pleasing the adopted daughter of the Archbishop of Cluny, when he beheld the chaotic scene before him.

A carriage broke down on the side of the road. A blonde woman stood with her hands on her hips, throwing a tantrum. A blue-haired woman in a magic robe and another blonde woman were meekly being scolded.

The hair of the two women who were being scolded was messy, and it looked like they might have fallen down in a mess when the carriage broke down.

A guy dressed as a farmer was lifting the carriage, and there was another man under the carriage. He seemed to be inspecting and repairing the carriage, but the man was blocked by the carriage and was too unclear to see clearly. One could only vaguely see that he was a man.

Seeing this scene, Bishop Green became extremely alert.

It's been so many years since I last saw the magician from Vitolos... It's been a full twenty-four years since the great retreat.

Is there such a person in Usedom? The church has no relevant information. Is this person hidden in the family by some knight?

Maybe the female knight with a sword on her waist is the magician's employer?