Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

In Bishop Siegbert's view, although Usedom's trend of transforming from a secular state to an evangelical state is an inevitable trend (which is not the case at all), it is certainly not a bad thing to be able to achieve a peaceful transition with the help of Princess Eleanor.

As for matters of sex, when the Son of God came to the world, didn't he also marry Mary Magdalene? Being able to serve the Holy Spirit is Eleanor's gospel!

Bishop Sigbert bowed respectfully to Russell, then he pulled Damian, who was in a state of distress, to the front of Crown Prince Conrad who was lying flat on the ground.

Crown Prince Conrad was covered with a felt blanket provided by the knights. He lay there steadily, unconscious, with a frown on his face, as if he was having a nightmare.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was even talking in his sleep, murmuring softly, "No, Eleanor, don't go..."

Bishop Sigebert looked at Crown Prince Conrad with admiration.

Yes, Your Highness, you understand the Gospel. You also know that your sister is leaving the royal city to follow the Holy Spirit. Even in your dreams, you can't bear to see your sister leave. What a touching brother-sister relationship!

Look at your second child, Walter. There are three brothers and sisters from the same family, so why is there such a big difference in their character?

No, that's not right. The second brother, Walter, is not even a human being anymore!

But it doesn’t matter, I will definitely cure you!

Sigbert rolled up his sleeves with high morale.

Then Sigbert realized with embarrassment that delicate work like healing injuries was not something he was good at with his hot temper, and his stigmata were almost entirely used by him in combat.

So he looked at Grein who had also followed him and said, "You have always been the best at healing injuries. Tell me how to treat it and I will provide assistance."

As for why the head of the Inquisition is the best at treating injuries, it is purely because Grein needs to frequently interrogate and torture prisoners, and has accumulated rich experience in treating various injuries. Over time, he has become the top healer.

This is just like how street clinics in the United States are often better at treating gunshot wounds than our country's top military hospitals. It is a natural process of practice makes perfect.

"Don't look at me, bull." Grein rolled up his sleeves unhappily and showed the back of his hand, which no longer had the stigmata, to Bishop Sigbert. "If I could heal him, I would have done it long ago. Why would I have to bring you two to bother me?"

Although the words were rather impolite, they were mainly directed at Damian, so Bishop Sigbert also turned his head and looked at Damian.

Since he was ready to die but didn't die, Damian felt relieved but was not as tough as before.

Under the pressure of Grenn and Siegbert's gazes, Damian also made excuses: "It wasn't me who stripped you of your stigmata, it was Cecilia! She had the warrant of the Archbishop of Cluny - Oh no! Cecilia! What happened to her?"

At this moment, Bishop Damian finally remembered that during this long night, he had actually forgotten about Archbishop Cluny's adopted daughter.

"Hmph, just focus on treating the injuries of His Royal Highness Crown Prince Conrad. I am much more familiar with Weinard Farm than you are. I have already sent knights to expand the search nearby, clean up the battlefield, and suppress the remaining prisoners in the dungeon. Now I have to add another search!" Green said coldly.

Then, Grein left the two bishops behind and beckoned to his son, "Lehman! Go and pass on my instructions. Have the knights expand their search area and look for Sister Cecilia!"

Damian stopped talking, calmed himself down, and began to diagnose the unconscious Crown Prince Conrad.

The flame in Russell's body finally turned into pure yellow. After absorbing the soul fire of Walter, a high-level demon, he once again felt the burning from the inside out.

Seeing Eleanor so sad, Russell suppressed his anger and tried not to show any abnormality.

But at this moment, Russell hoped that Conrad would get better even more than Eleanor did, so that he could take the ladies to "tune up" their bodies as soon as possible.

Therefore, Russell stared intently at Bishop Damian who was diagnosing Conrad.

Bishop Damian first cautiously touched Crown Prince Conrad's forehead: "Hmm, it's hot! Is this a fever?"

Yes, it is reasonable for him to have a fever after being poured with cold water in early spring. If anyone is to blame, it is probably him who rushed into the fire.

Rosalyn thought calmly.

"Huh? There's a huge bump on the back of your head! Did you fall off your horse?"

It was created by a huge block of ice.

Margaret pinched her waist to prevent herself from laughing out loud. In Margaret's view, this little punishment was just a small interest for her family's suffering.

Russell watched the two bishops carefully using holy light to treat Crown Prince Conrad, and his heart was filled with anxiety.

If the treatment had not started yet, it would be easier to be patient. But now that the treatment has started, it is progressing too slowly, and Russell finds it difficult to suppress the anger in his heart.

No, I need to vent.

Russell then asked, "Where's the Night King? I want to spar with him."

Russell's voice sounded dry and hoarse, and Margaret was startled when she heard it.

In response to Russell's question, the knights looked around and at each other. Only then did everyone realize that the King of the Night had quietly disappeared at some point.

237 Emergency Treatment for Lust

Russell was not too surprised by this result.

Russell didn't show any goodwill towards the Emperor of Night, so it was normal for that guy to take advantage of the chaos and leave.

He is still foolishly staying here waiting to cause trouble when Russell remembers it. His intelligence may be different from that of an ordinary person.

However, the burning sensation caused by the fire in his body lingered, making Russell inevitably irritable.

At this moment, Russell felt his hand being held by Margaret's slender hand, and then Margaret quietly held his big hand and reached into Eleanor's skirt.

Margaret's choice was perfectly normal. She was wearing breeches, and Rosalyn was wearing a magic robe, neither of which was easy for Russell to get his hands on. Only Her Royal Highness's skirt was the best way for Russell to relax.

In fact, after confirming that Russell's essence had a miraculous effect, Margaret still didn't want to give it to Eleanor, but rationally, Margaret thought that Eleanor was the most suitable candidate at the moment.

That's why she took Russell's hand and reached under the princess' skirt.

Eleanor turned to look at Margaret in shame and anger. She thought that it was one thing to express intimacy with Russell in public, but it was another thing to let Russell openly flirt with her in the presence of so many knights.

But before Eleanor could say anything, Margaret said in a low voice with a stern face: "Hush, Eleanor! Cover the Lord and you with shadows."

Margaret's tone was very stern and she used an imperative tone. Having seen Russell in this state several times, Margaret naturally knew what was going on with Russell now.

Eleanor was startled. She had been disciplined for a long time in recent days, and she subconsciously used shadows to cover her and Russell's lower bodies.

After confirming that she would not be seen, she didn't even have time to breathe a sigh of relief before she felt Russell's rude and unreasonable big hand wreaking havoc on her secret garden.

As soon as Russell's hand touched Eleanor's clear spring, his rationality almost completely disappeared. He caressed Eleanor skillfully, making the princess blush and bite her lips hard to avoid making any suspicious sounds.

Eleanor's eyes quickly blurred, and she quickly entered a state of being able to be used.

She felt her whole body being lifted up by Russell, and the hem of her skirt was also lifted up. Then, her legs were held in Russell's hands and spread apart.

Her Royal Highness could only cover her lips in vain, letting her master drive straight in. She leaned back weakly on Russell's chest, her head nestled on Russell's shoulder, looking like she was acting coquettishly to her lover.

Looking at her brother lying on the ground not far away, being carefully treated by two bishops using holy light, and the knights walking back and forth, constantly reporting to Grein and conveying various information, Eleanor felt that the scene before her was really not suitable for this task.

But at the same time, it was in this public setting, with everyone handling their own affairs in an orderly manner, that Eleanor felt a special kind of pleasure.

In the eyes of others, she is still the high and mighty Princess. However, this Princess is secretly fulfilling her slave girl duties - serving her master - right under everyone's noses.

The thought of this gave Eleanor such a strong thrill that she could not help crying out as Russell gently lifted her upwards and then penetrated her forcefully.

Eleanor's remaining sanity told her that if she cried out here, her status as a princess would be completely ruined.

So Eleanor bit her lips hard and tried to hold it back.

But as the pleasure brought by Russell's impact became higher and higher, Her Royal Highness finally lost her mind. She couldn't help but open her mouth and let out a happy and wild cry: "Ahhhhhhh! Master! Ahhhhhh! Master!"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Eleanor realized that something was wrong. She even temporarily got rid of the erosion of pleasure and opened her blurry eyes in horror.

However, she was surprised to realize that the knights and bishops around her were still doing their duties in an orderly manner, as if they had heard nothing.

Eleanor didn't bother to think about what was happening. She was once again immersed in boundless joy. She no longer tried to control herself and screamed wildly.

Rosalyn proudly raised a finger to Margaret.

Margaret shook her head in displeasure. "I wanted to slap her in the mouth to silence her voice."

Rosalyn chuckled and said, "Well, my soundproof barrier is still faster than your hand, right?"

"Tsk, how did you know she was going to scream?"

"How could a pampered princess possibly hold back in such an exciting situation?" Rosalyn lowered her voice and raised an eyebrow. "You've owed me three times now."

Apparently, the two ladies were having another little gambling match in private.

Seeing Rosalyn's smug look, Margaret gritted her teeth and decided to give Rosalyn a hard time, so she changed the subject.

"By the way, Rosalyn, have you thought about that matter?" Margaret raised her eyebrows.

Rosalyn frowned. "Considering what?"

"That's what I was saying just now. Isn't it time for Francine to join the Vestals?" Margaret continued in a low voice.

Rosalyn was very resistant to Margaret's suggestion. "Why does it have to be Francine? Can't Eleanor be used?"

"This isn't Eleanor's first time," Margaret said with a smile. "Every time the Lord's divine fire advances, it requires the service of a pure virgin. Eleanor can only barely suppress the divine fire now."

"But, but..."

"It is a blessing for you sisters that you can serve our Lord together," said Margaret.

Rosalyn saw the sincerity on Margaret's face as she said this, and she realized that Margaret was serious.

"Besides, it's much better to find someone you know well than to find some random woman outside, right? Or do you have the heart to watch our Lord suffer the torment of the divine fire?" Margaret asked repeatedly, and Rosaline was speechless.

Margaret changed her strategy. She continued to persuade, "How about we ask Francine herself?"

Margaret had noticed long ago that after Russell gave Francine the fire to stabilize her body, she always stared at Russell intently with a gleam in her eyes.

Although she didn't understand how Russell attracted Francine, Margaret thought it was feasible.

So Margaret waved to Francine: "Come, Francine, come here!"

Francine kept staring at Eleanor with a frown on her face. Although she had just obtained a body, she had seen and heard a lot when she lived in the soul box.

Sometimes Rosalyn was so engrossed in her work that she even forgot to hide her, so she already knew what was going on.

Humph, shameless, seducing your brother-in-law in public!

Francine was looking at Eleanor's dazed expression with a sour look on her face. When she heard Margaret's call, she perked up and skipped over to her.

238 Brother is here (Wishing everyone a happy Year of the Dragon)

As they approached, Francine stared at Eleanor suspiciously. She was puzzled by Eleanor's strange expression, as if she were making a face.

Francine tilted her head, staring intently at Eleanor. She felt as if she had seen this expression on Eleanor somewhere before.

Eleanor vaguely felt Francine's sharp gaze. Her eyes gradually focused and she saw Francine staring at her straight, as if she wanted to see through her completely.

Don't look! Don't look!

Eleanor always felt that Francine saw through her. She was startled, and then trembled under Russell's strong attack, climbing to the peak of happiness.

Eleanor's violent contractions and squeezing also brought Russell intense pleasure, and Russell's hot fluid gushed out and filled her.

Eleanor could no longer bear it. Her head trembled, her eyes rolled back, and her tongue stuck out.

Um? What is the taste?

Francine sniffed it gently, then saw Eleanor's expression and realized what was going on.

Ah! I get it! Fine, you shameless slave girl, seducing your brother-in-law in public!

Although she had just obtained a body, she had seen and heard a lot when she lived in the soul box.

Sometimes Rosalin was so immersed in the subject that she forgot to hide her, so she already knew what love was all about.

Francine had seen Eleanor's face like this before, so she quickly realized what was going on.

Francine looked at Eleanor with disgust.

No, don't look at me like that!

Eleanor had just recovered from the intense pleasure. She glanced at Francine secretly, but was immediately defeated by Francine's gaze.

To Eleanor's surprise, she reached a climax again under Francine's contemptuous gaze.

I actually! I actually felt happy about something so shameful!

Eleanor couldn't bear it anymore. Her blood boiled, and she felt embarrassed and anxious, and she fainted.

Well, normally when Eleanor fainted, was it Margaret or her sister who took over?

Francine tilted her head to look at Margaret and Rosalyn, but noticed they were both looking at her.

Only then did Francine remember that she was called here by Margaret. She asked quickly, "What's the matter with you calling me here?"

"Well, I called you here just to confirm one thing. I think I already know the answer." Margaret said with a smile.

In fact, Margaret had long noticed Francine's little feelings for Russell.

Before, Francine just used a big, clumsy metal puppet body, and she didn't care at all.

However, after getting her body for the second time, the first thing she did was to beautify her body, and after the beautification, she boldly teased Russell.