Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

To quickly destroy the forbidden forest, you may need some powerful wide-area map cannon-type output skills.

Russell scratched his head and frowned, looking like he was considering how to proceed.

Just in case, Russell asked, "So, you want me to cut down all the forest? Is there any way to save effort?"

Rosalyn then said, "I've recently gained some new insights into magic. I can try engraving a few simple magic circles on the sword. They should be able to effectively increase the output power."

Margaret closed her notebook and raised her eyebrows in interest. "Oh? Combining magic circles with weapons? Then let's discuss the feasibility."

I want to discuss this with Russell! Rosalyn frowned unhappily.

Margaret's eyes gleamed, seeing through Rosaline's thoughts. With a half-smile, she said, "Alright, I know the swordsmanship our Lord uses very well. If you rashly conduct an experiment, what if your Lord gets hurt? Let's first deduce the feasibility."

This reason was impeccable, and Rosaline could only be reluctantly pulled aside by Margaret. The two of them patiently discussed how to magically transform weapons in conjunction with the swordsmanship of the Walhausen family.

At this time, Francine also spoke up. "This Mr. Ha has a soul intersection in his body. The souls of every tree in the Forbidden Forest are entangled with it. I just need to sort out the key nodes and destroy those key points."

Ha was more in favor of Francine's plan. "Yes, your flames are extremely lethal to the soul. With careful manipulation, you can kill me in a very short time and with minimal effort, and completely burn this forbidden forest to ashes."

Ha's words were full of enthusiasm, and Russell felt a little uncomfortable listening to them.

"Come, I'll tell you the flow of the soul inside my body." Ha said happily, but unfortunately Russell didn't get the point after he talked for a long time.

For Russell, the soul, something he could not feel, was too abstract.

After wasting a lot of time talking in vain, Ha finally changed his mind and said to Francine, "You, little girl, seem to know a lot about the soul. Come here. Your master can't remember, so you should remember it."

Ha seemed to think Russell was the master of all the ladies present.

Francine reacted violently to this. She was quite unwilling to be treated as the same as Eleanor: "He he he he he is not my master! He is my brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! Only Eleanor is his slave girl!"

"Well, okay, brother-in-law is brother-in-law." Ha was now determined to die and didn't care much about such details. He said a few perfunctory words and then began to explain to Francine how these complex soul fragments in his body were organized and how to destroy them.

Francine understood everything immediately and she would ask a few questions from time to time and ask Harry to answer them in detail.

Eleanor was still hiding behind Russell at this time, and she felt quite unhappy with Francine.

I truly use my body to serve my master and bring him pleasure. Francine, you, a mere broken box, are worthy of looking down on me?

Eleanor lowered her eyebrows, not revealing her dissatisfaction. She just frowned and endured the soul-destroying sound brought by Han's unpleasant voice. She was even a little unsteady on her feet and could only lean weakly on Russell's back.

Russell thought the scene was too weird. A god was enthusiastically discussing with others how to dissect himself. Russell felt a sense of absurdity.

To escape this sense of absurdity, Russell turned to look at Margaret and Rosaline and found that the two ladies were in a heated discussion.

Margaret and Rosaline both had the temperament of researchers. They were so absorbed in arguing about who was right and who was wrong that neither of them gave in and for a moment they failed to notice Russell's gaze.

Russell shook his head in amusement and shook Eleanor's hand, implying that: Now you are the only one with me, Eleanor.

Eleanor felt a little proud, and she staggered from behind to the front, then threw herself into Russell's arms.

The princess slave successfully snuggled into her master's arms, then she raised her head and showed her pitiful appearance to Russell. Her furrowed brows and pale face made Russell feel pity.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling so uncomfortable?" Russell didn't expect Eleanor to become so weak, and he asked hurriedly with concern.

"Yeah." Eleanor nodded gently, looking well-behaved, but the words in her mouth were actually gossip.

Eleanor's voice seemed to be very low, but it was just loud enough for everyone to hear: "That Mr. Ha, that Mr. Ha, everything he said made me dizzy. I saw, I saw Rosalyn feel dizzy and then she took a pill and she felt better..."

Eleanor looked at Russell pitifully, and her frail appearance made Russell feel very sympathetic.

However, this sympathy was only due to the biological instinct to protect the weak, and Russell did not intend to directly satisfy Eleanor.

Russell would not openly yell at Rosaline for Eleanor in front of everyone.

But before Russell could comfort Eleanor, Rosalyn came over angrily. She stuffed a pill into Eleanor's mouth and said coldly, "I'm lending this to you. Remember to return it to me in the future."

Eleanor forced a grateful expression on her face: "Thank you, thank you, Rosalyn, but how are these pills made? I'll make a custom batch for you -"

Eleanor was stunned before she could finish her words. She subconsciously smacked her lips, tasted the pill, and then swallowed it with a gulp.

Rosaline sneered, turned her head and returned to Margaret. The two continued to discuss how to modify Russell's weapon in conjunction with knight swordsmanship.

The scene that just happened fell into the eyes of Crown Prince Conrad. He was filled with jealousy and resentment, gritting his teeth.

212 White Pill

It wasn't as if Crown Prince Conrad secretly returned to the Forbidden Forest again.

On the contrary, he took advantage of the fact that Bishop Damian was being held hostage by Bishop Sigebert, and after the two of them entered the dungeon of the Inquisition together to suppress the riot, he took advantage of the opportunity and temporarily gained partial control of the Inquisition by relying on the authority of the Crown Prince.

Because Bishop Grein's downfall was too sudden, and Bishop Damian was taken to the dungeon before he could establish a stable rule, the Inquisition was inevitably in a panic.

As a result, more and more people began to look for other ways out, and some officials chose to join the royal family.

At this moment, Crown Prince Conrad was led by a steward to a secret room in Weinard Farm. In this secret room, there was a monitoring array for the forbidden forest.

Crown Prince Conrad walked into the surveillance array. The steward had a flattering smile on his face and served hot tea to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, while activating the surveillance array.

At this moment, Francine's voice happened to be heard: "Eleanor is his only slave girl!"

Crown Prince Conrad had not yet recovered from the shock of his sister, the queen, suddenly becoming someone else's plaything and slave. When he heard Eleanor's voice, he crushed the cup in his hand with a snap.

The scalding hot water rolled down along with the blood from the palm that was cut when the ceramic cup shattered.

Crown Prince Conrad's face turned pale and he even forgot the pain in his palm.

The steward was horrified. He had not taken the name Eleanor to heart at first, but when he saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince behave so out of control, he immediately thought of another princess of noble status.

Listen, listen, listen, listen! I've heard royal secrets! A princess has become someone else's slave! How can I survive such a scandal?

The steward regretted his hasty decision to defect to the royal family. He quickly turned off the sound of the monitoring array.

"Oh no! This magic circle hasn't been used for a long time and has fallen into disrepair. I don't know what's wrong with it. It's emitting all sorts of random noises. It's not real-time monitoring, it's not timely, ahahaha, ahahahaha!"

The manager was sweating profusely as he searched for the poor stairs.

"Oh, Your Highness, your hand is okay, I'll heal you right away—"

Crown Prince Conrad didn't appreciate it at all: "Turn on the sound of the magic circle."

The Crown Prince's face turned pale as he watched his sister throw herself into the arms of that wild man named Russell. Facing Russell's pantomime of acting coquettishly, he felt that his anger was enough to burn down the Wenard Farm.

"Oh, Your Highness, the Crown Prince, this monitoring array is broken, it's broken, it needs repairs—"

"I want you to open the magic circle! Otherwise, you will die!" Crown Prince Conrad scolded.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince naturally treated his sister differently, but he had no patience at all for the steward. If he knew how to operate the magic circle, he would have beaten the steward to death with a single punch.

Crown Prince Conrad watched Rosalyn stuff something into Eleanor's mouth, and his anger grew stronger.

Are these bastards using drugs to control you, Eleanor? I will kill them to avenge your anger!

Under the furious order of Crown Prince Conrad, the steward had no other choice but to reopen the magic circle with a mournful look on his face. He didn't even dare to look at the scene within the magic circle.

At this time, Eleanor's voice came from the monitoring array: "But how are these pills made? I'll customize a batch and return it to you-"

Hmm? Is Eleanor feeling unwell? Is she okay with the medicine she took? Hmm? Why is Eleanor silent?

"Quick, turn up the volume over there! I want to hear what medicine they fed Eleanor!" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was too lazy to hide his feelings. In his eyes, the steward was already a dead man, so he simply gave orders.

Margaret's voice then rang out again: "Speaking of which, I'm also curious, what kind of medicine is this? It seems you take this kind of pill to replenish your magic power?"

"Hmph, it's not like you haven't eaten before." Rosalyn snorted. She took out a white pill and stuffed it into Margaret's mouth. "Remember to give it back to me."

Margaret's expression changed as soon as she tasted it: "Is this the essence of my Lord?"

"Yeah, that's right." Rosalyn nodded.

Margaret pondered, "This is indeed a gift from our Lord, but how did you come up with the idea of ​​making this into a pill?"

"Once again, after I had served Russell with my mouth and was forced to swallow his thing, I noticed a sudden increase in the magic power in my body. I became concerned..."

"Great! No wonder you were so reluctant to use your mouth before, but then you suddenly got the hang of it and often secretly watched me serve the Lord with my mouth," Margaret teased Rosalyn, pulling out her notebook. "Come on, tell me in detail what the Lord's essence does."

Rosalin's face visibly flushed. "Hmph. Anyway, I discovered that Russell's essence can indeed replenish magic power and relieve spiritual discomfort, so I secretly concocted it into pills..."

Eleanor! Eleanor, what on earth have you eaten!

It's one thing to know that your sister has become someone else's plaything, but it's another thing to watch your sister swallow another man's essence with your own eyes.

Conrad could no longer bear to listen to this and was so angry that he punched the steward to death for knowing too much that he shouldn't know.

The steward even gave up struggling. He knew that he would not be able to survive after hearing about such a scandal. He simply did not even try to hide, but just listened to this shocking gossip with great interest before he died. A twisted smile froze on the steward's face.

Crown Prince Conrad always felt that the steward was still laughing at him even after his death. He angrily grabbed the steward's body and tore it apart alive with brute force. He roared, shouted and smashed things to vent his anger.

By the time he came to his senses, the surveillance array had been completely destroyed by him and could no longer be used.

No! I can't let Eleanor fall into the hands of that bastard named Russell! God knows how he abused Eleanor!

Prince Conrad, regardless of the blood all over his body, wanted to return to the Forbidden Forest in a hurry.

However, before he walked out of the surveillance room, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Prince Conrad's younger brother Walter rushed in from outside with a group of knights, followed by many knights of the Inquisition.

"Oh, my grumpy brother, are you torturing and killing a poor clergyman?" Walter smiled, and he was in a really good mood at this moment.

Walter just heard about Conrad's whereabouts and wanted to take action against Conrad with some die-hard fans.

As soon as the door of the secret room was opened, the bloody scene proved the atrocities that had taken place in the room. This made Crown Prince Walter feel very good. He was no longer in a hurry to kill his brother.

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Author's Note: Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the tips and coins;

There is something urgent going on at home, so there will only be one update today. Please forgive me.

213 Fighting

The Inquisition's Knights of Justice were all transferred to the dungeons to suppress the prisoners' riots, which led to a void within the Inquisition.

Therefore, Walter led his knights straight in and found the whereabouts of his brother Conrad.

Naturally, some monks realized that the aggressive Prince Walter was targeting his brother Conrad, but they tried to stop him but failed.

They could only reluctantly follow Walter's team, hoping that Prince Walter would not cause any big trouble in front of everyone.

It can be said that these people naturally tend to favor Conrad, the orthodox crown prince.

But their tendency was shaken after they saw the bloody scene in the room.

The body of the steward who had taken refuge with the Crown Prince was torn into two pieces alive, and the blood all over the room showed the cruelty of Crown Prince Conrad, which made people begin to doubt their decision to follow the Crown Prince.

Prince Walter, who was originally angry at these monks who followed him like mangy dogs, suddenly felt better when he noticed their hesitation.

In Walter's opinion, Conrad was completely clueless.

Walter believed that Conrad had no political acumen at all. Not only did he abandon the victimized knights who could be won over, but he also ran alone to the Weinard Farm, which belonged to the Inquisition, and even tore a manager of the Inquisition to pieces alive on the farm.

When Walter thought that neither the knights nor the Inquisition could ever be a help to Conrad, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

When Crown Prince Conrad saw his brother Walter, who coveted the throne, arriving with his men, and the door was pushed open, cold wind rushed into the originally closed room, which quickly calmed him down from his anger.

Conrad casually pulled out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood off his hands.

Then he said casually, "Oh, Walter, you've come at the right time. This steward tried to murder me, but I killed him. Go, find out how many accomplices he has in the Inquisition!"

The Crown Prince's accusations were so convincing that they required no evidence. Conrad easily shifted the blame.

But this made Walter smile even more. In his opinion, while Conrad was shifting the blame, he naturally offended those people in the Inquisition who were originally inclined towards Conrad.

So Crown Prince Walter began to try to win people over. He laughed and said, "Hahaha, from what I can see, these monks are all loyal to our royal family. There is no such thing as accomplices."

By this time, Conrad had already received a secret letter from his personal guard captain Schneider, and knew that his brother had openly revealed his ambitions.

Not only did he know that Walter would not listen to him, but he was also very alert in his heart. If Walter killed him at this time, he might not be able to escape.

So Conrad pretended to be calm, slowly wiping the blood splattered on his body with a handkerchief, and snorted softly: "Huh, Walter, why are you here?"

"I came to Wynand Farm to welcome a distinguished guest at the order of my father." Walter was still smiling.

Conrad wanted to tear Walter's smiling face apart. As the eldest brother, he was very caring and close to his younger brother and sister. But when his younger brother began to covet the throne, the closeness turned into hatred.

But since it was his father's wish, Conrad still patiently asked, "Who is this distinguished guest?"

Walter liked Conrad's look of being unhappy with him but unable to do anything about it, which made him feel great.

For this reason, Walter didn't mind chatting with his brother for a few more words. He walked up to his brother with a smile and answered like a winner, "It's a distinguished guest from Occitania. Conrad, you may have heard of this name, Russell."

Walter sneered at Conrad in his heart. Originally, the important task of contacting Russell, who was highly valued by both his father and Archbishop of Cluny (this was the information Walter had obtained), was given to Conrad.

But just before reaching Meldorf, Conrad suddenly turned around and said he was going to rescue his sister Eleanor, which gave the church and Walter the opportunity to intervene.