Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Occasionally, Russell would stop appreciating the beauty, and Francine would turn around and look at him with longing and blurry eyes through her messy black hair, as if begging Russell to continue slapping him harder.

Russell stretched out two fingers and put them between Francine's lips. Francine sucked them obediently while enduring the attack from behind.

Finally, Russell's slap landed without any mercy, which made Francine so happy that she almost wanted to explode.

She wanted to open her mouth and express loudly the supreme happiness she had received, but found that her mouth was blocked by two fingers. She had no choice but to suck Russell's fingers hard and shake her buttocks to express her excitement.

She didn't know how many times she had been carried to the window. She couldn't even tell that the cool light falling on her smooth and white skin was moonlight instead of sunlight.

In this hazy and chaotic entanglement, after reaching the peak for who knows how many times, Francine finally felt Russell's hot water again.

Finally, even with the blessing of divine drive, Francine finally reached the threshold of her physical strength and passed out.

Russell let out a long sigh at this time. He was surprised to find that he didn't feel tired at all.

I didn't expect that the advancement would have such benefits to the tempering of the body, turning myself into a tireless pile-driving machine.

If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be able to deal with this obsessed little girl.

Russell looked at his sister-in-law who had transformed into a juicer and had fallen asleep tiredly, even snoring softly, and felt quite proud.

But before he could feel proud for long, his hungry stomach began to protest.

Russell then realized that he had been busy eating Francine all day and all night and hadn't had a proper meal yet.

So Russell changed his clothes hastily, went downstairs, and asked the innkeeper to bring some food to the room.

"Yes, please wait a moment, sir, I will prepare it for you right away!" The boss caught the gold coin thrown by Russell. After he took a bite of the gold coin, he immediately smiled and nodded.

As he hid the gold coins in his pocket, he shouted to his wife, "Quick, old woman, cook your best dish for the guests on the third floor and serve it up! Eh? Why are you looking so sad? You can't put on such a sad face when you meet our distinguished guests later!"

The innkeeper's wife looked worried and sighed. She completely ignored the boss's words and continued to talk to herself, "Alas, some church members came to the inn today, saying that there's a big heresy in the church and there's a risk of schism. Even the mendicant monks are considered heretics. God, they're obviously kind people. What's going on?"

256 Rumors

Hearing the hotel proprietress sighing like this, Russell, who was about to turn around and go upstairs, stopped quietly.

Russell also remembered that Grene had said that he hoped to persuade the Archbishop of Cluny to avoid making the church's divisions public.

But now even the innkeeper knew that there was a big heresy within the church, and she even began to sigh. It seemed that the contradictions within the church were still inevitably intensified.

In just a few days, even the term "heresy" was brought to the surface for ordinary believers to know. It can be seen that the conflict broke out very quickly.

Before the innkeeper could speak, a citizen sitting in the corner spoke up: "Alas, when I was looking for a bricklayer to repair the bread oven today, I passed by the Cathedral Square and saw several people there making loud speeches and staring at each other fiercely. It was like they were arguing."

At this time, the proprietress opened the bread oven, picked up the freshly baked bread with a wooden clip, put it on a wooden plate and handed it to the citizen, then stuffed the dough she had just kneaded into the bread oven, added a handful of firewood, and began to bake bread for Russell.

"Here, your bread." The landlady was worried, her attention all focused on the church. "I didn't go out today. Was there a quarrel in the church square?"

The citizen gently touched the steaming bread with his hand, then suddenly pulled his hand back. He sniffed the aroma of the food, swallowed his saliva, and then blew on it, trying to cool the bread down as quickly as possible.

At the same time, he also did not forget to chat: "That's right! If it weren't for the guards maintaining order, those priests who gave speeches and the crowd they incited would have definitely fought!"

"I just listened as I was passing by, and it seemed they were debating whether monks should get married or not."

"Oh, Lord, why are the monks quarreling over such a small thing?" After the proprietress finished baking the bread, she started to help the boss who was grilling meat.

The boss, while carefully turning the barbecue, retorted, "How can this be considered a trivial matter? Those priests are so shameless! They can't defeat the devil, and yet they want to get married?"

Russell didn't understand at first why the innkeeper linked fighting the devil with getting married. Was he implying that getting married was scarier than the devil?

Russell then realized that the innkeeper was complaining about the priests' inability to protect them from the devil, and that this resentment was transferred to the specific claim that "the priests want to get married."

"But I heard from the priest who advocated marriage that it was the demon-slaying hero, Mr. Russell, who advocated that priests should also practice secular marriage." The citizen said while fanning the bread to cool it down.

The innkeeper's face, originally filled with anger, quickly calmed down. His attitude took a 180-degree turn, and he even grinned. "Ah! Since it's said by the demon-slaying hero, then there's no problem. Sir Russell must be right!"

Russell blinked. He was sure that the innkeeper didn't know him and was not trying to flatter him on purpose.

In this way, perhaps he underestimated the impact of his demon-slaying act on the Usedom Kingdom, which was shrouded in the shadow of demons after the Great Retreat.

But how could all the credit for this matter fall to me? I'm an outsider, with no roots in Usedom, so why is no one trying to take advantage of me? Are people in other worlds so simple and honest?

Soon, Russell realized that he had misunderstood. It was not that the people in the other world were simple and honest, but that the royal family and the church were now engaged in fierce open and secret struggles.

None of them wanted the other to take any credit for killing the demon, even though the Inquisition had paid a huge price and even though Crown Prince Conrad was still in a coma (this was actually caused by Russell and Eleanor), so while they slandered each other, they simply pushed the credit onto Russell, whose position was not clear at the moment.

At this time, the citizen smiled slyly: "By the way, you know, I heard that the demon-slaying hero Russell showed up in Gritzburg yesterday, and brought his Red Dragon sister-in-law with him, and beat up the black dog!"

"Huh? Wasn't it said that the demon-slaying hero was Sister Cecilia's lover?" the proprietress asked curiously, "Why is there another Red Dragon sister-in-law?"

"Hehe, boss lady, you may not know this, but in fact, Mr. Russell is a dragon knight..." The citizen excitedly told dirty jokes in the style of the market, and even forgot about the bread.

Hearing this, Russell shook his head and walked back to the room. He was not interested in the romantic affairs that were rumored among the people.

It’s not because the citizens spread rumors, but mainly because these people are too timid. Russell’s tricks are much more expensive than what the citizens fabricated.

Of course, only the part about Sister Cecilia is completely fabricated - no, considering that Sister Cecilia once tried to seduce Russell in a clumsy way, this part can't be said to be completely fabricated.

As for Sister Cecilia, she is currently arguing with her adoptive father, Archbishop Cluny, leader of the Church of Usedom.

"I don't care whether that guy is a holy spirit or a demon-slaying hero. Don't worry, I won't allow those rumors about you and Russell to continue to spread!" Archbishop Cluny was rarely angry. He walked back and forth angrily, bringing gusts of wind and making the candles in the room sway.

"Well, actually, it was me who sent people to spread those rumors," Sister Cecilia said.

"What? You?" Archbishop Cluny was stunned for a moment, then became even angrier, his pale face flushed with anger. "That Russell was flaunting himself in public yesterday with a woman who called him brother-in-law! He's a playboy, not a good match! What are you doing, Cecilia?"

It was the first time Cecilia had seen her adoptive father so angry, so she quickly soothed him, "Calm down, calm down, listen to me and I'll explain it to you slowly."

"Hmph! You say! Even if you want a man, go find me an honest and loyal one!" Archbishop Cluny glared at his adopted daughter with his beard puffed out.

"Isn't this the crucial moment in your fight with Friedrich?" Cecilia explained. "At this juncture, a demon-slaying hero suddenly appears. It's obvious whoever can win over that demon-slaying hero will ultimately win."

"Look, Frederick has disregarded the dignity of the royal family and personally sent people to spread the story of his daughter's affair with Mr. Russell. But don't forget, you have a daughter too!"

Cecilia explained this to her adoptive father.

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Author's Note: Thanks to DDD for urging me to update;

Thanks to Color Requiem for the reward;

Thanks to Asanagi for the tip;

257 Barrier

It would have been better if Cecilia hadn't explained, but when she said this, Archbishop Cluny was furious.

The Archbishop of Cluny was furious and shouted: "I think you have lost your mind, Cecilia!"

Cecilia had been prepared for Archbishop Cluny's anger, and she had prepared many lines of speech to deal with her adoptive father.

Whether it was "nuns represent the holiness of the church" or "such scandals affect the image of the church", Cecilia had already prepared responses in advance.

For example, Grein recently advocated that monks should abandon their evangelical life and embrace secular marriage; for example, sacrificing personal reputation to create the same momentum as the royal family; and even intending to acknowledge Russell as the Holy Spirit, and that the union of nuns with the Holy Spirit is a devotion to the Lord...

And so on and so forth. Cecilia had already prepared countless lines of speech and was ready to put them in front of Archbishop Cluny.

However, after finally catching his breath, Archbishop Cluny, who was so angry that he couldn't speak, blurted out: "I, Cluny, have never needed to use my daughter's reputation to win over those illusory people!"

Cecilia had never expected that Archbishop Cluny would use his father's reason to oppose her. She opened her mouth, but could not utter a word.

"I ask you, Cecilia, do you like Russell?" Cluny calmed down after roaring.

Although the archbishop's old face still had a flush of excitement, his tone had become kind and concerned, indicating that his questions were like a father asking his daughter, not a bishop questioning a nun.

"What if I say I like it?" Cecilia forced herself to calm down, bravely met her adoptive father's gaze, and asked.

"Hmph. Leave that to me! As long as he's willing to marry my daughter and stop being a playboy, what's the harm in worshipping him as a holy spirit? I can also accept the idea of ​​priests ending their evangelical life and returning to the family!"

At this moment, Cluny abandoned his status as archbishop and stared at his adopted daughter sternly.

"But what about you, Cecilia? Do you really like him? That bastard?"

Cecilia finally shook her head: "No, father, I don't like him."

There was still no smile on Cluny's face. "So, Cecilia, you spread rumors simply because you wanted to do me a favor?"

"Yes, father." Cecilia continued to nod.

Archbishop Cluny relaxed, gently stroking his already gray beard, and said self-deprecatingly, "Oh, it seems I must disappoint my old friend William. I listened to the advice in his letter and temporarily gave in, but now even my daughter is worried about me!"

"You'll see the truly valuable rumors that can cause serious damage to Frederick tomorrow, Cecilia." Cluniac glanced deeply at his adopted daughter, who was acting obedient. "As for your invitation to that jerk Russell to the dinner party, I think we should put it aside for now, huh?"

Cecilia opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word of objection, so she just nodded.

After a while, Cecilia seemed to feel that the atmosphere was still a little heavy, so she changed the subject and asked, "But, Father, what did Uncle William say in the letter that made you choose to tolerate him temporarily?"

"Well... this is a long story. Let me put it this way, why is the land of Usedom now surrounded by gray fog in a circle? Do you know, Cecilia?" Archbishop Cluny organized his words, and then, as if educating a child years ago, he patiently and coaxed her.

Cecilia thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Is there a large barrier protecting this part of the country?"

Archbishop Cluny smiled like a father enjoying his family's happiness: "Yes, that's right, it is true."

"Is it because the Burgoyne royal family controls the barrier that Uncle William wrote to persuade you to be tolerant of His Majesty Frederick?" Cecilia continued to ask.

"No, that's not the reason. This kind of large-scale barrier to protect the country is not something the Burgoni family can control. Can you guess why your uncle William is called the 'Knight of the Protectorate'?" the archbishop continued to ask.

"Could it be, could it be that this barrier comes from the Walhausen family?" Cecilia asked in surprise.

The archbishop nodded and then shook his head. "Hmm... that's about right. Actually, this barrier didn't come from William, but from William's father, Ludwig. At the time, Uncle Ludwig was the chief knight of Usedom..."

"...You may not know this, but your Uncle William has a sister named Margaret Walhausen."

Cecilia was tempted to say that she, too, knew a Margaret Wallhausen.

"She was very intelligent and at such a young age she was the youngest scholar at the University of Canos."

"She's not only knowledgeable, but also very talented in martial arts. William said she can imitate any sword technique just by watching it once. He was often beaten by her when he was a child."

"Besides, she was so beautiful. Frederick, who was still the Crown Prince at the time, was captivated by her when he passed by Cannos University. He was so eager to return to the palace that he pestered the then King to propose marriage to the Walhausen family."

Although Cecilia didn't know why Archbishop Cluny, who was originally talking about the national defense array, suddenly turned to the past events of his youth, seeing the smile of nostalgia on her adoptive father's face, she listened patiently without interrupting.

Since His Majesty Frederick's current queen is his biological sister Adelaide, it means that this marriage proposal was unsuccessful...

"And then, even though Frederick caused chaos in the Burgundian royal family and eventually convinced the then King, his proposal was harshly rejected by William's father, His Excellency Ludwig."

Well, it didn’t work after all.

Cecilia was not at all surprised by this result. After all, this was a historical event.

"Lord Ludwig boasted that his daughter could personally choose her husband. This statement caused a sensation. After all, Lady Margaret was the sweetheart of almost every young knight of that generation. Therefore, even though His Royal Highness the Crown Prince fell in love with her at first sight, many knights still frequently went to Cannos University to try to show off their talents to her."

Cecilia wanted to ask her adoptive father if he was also an admirer of Miss Margaret Walhausen, but she held back the words.

"But Margaret didn't seem to care about any of them. She was absorbed in her studies. A few days later, Margaret applied to take a boat to St. Blanc Island to study the saint's relics."

Hmm? Saint Blanc Island? That name sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before?

Cecilia blinked.

"Those knights were incredibly resourceful. Some bribed the cook, others the ship's doctor, fearing their beloved goddess would suffer even the slightest injustice. Even the ship's voyage was funded out of Friedrich's own pocket."

"What a pity! Saint Blanc Island, the first island where the black fog was discovered, was also the first island to be completely conquered and occupied by demons. That stunning lady died on the island. Counting it up, that was a full fifty years ago..."

Archbishop Cluny sighed, his words full of regret.

Yes, there is no doubt about it, my adoptive father must also be an admirer of Ms. Margaret.

Cecilia confirmed her suspicions.

No, I can’t let my adoptive father become depressed.

Seeing Archbishop Cluny's regretful expression, Cecilia quickly asked, "But what does this have to do with the national defense array?"

"It's like this. Lord Ludwig didn't believe that his daughter, who seemed like a child of destiny, had died like this. So he traveled all over the human world, looking for a way to dispel the gray fog, and he finally found it," said Archbishop Cluny.

"But what does this have to do with the Burgoni royal family?" Cecilia successfully brought the topic back.

Update will be in the evening

I was shocked. I wanted to secretly check at work whether I had set up a scheduled release this time, but I found that I had made a more serious mistake. I wrote it but forgot to upload it.

Today's two updates will have to wait until I get home from get off work tonight, please forgive me...

258 The Archbishop's Teachings

Archbishop Cluny nodded. "A good question. The magic circle that Lord Ludwig found must undergo a special ritual to dispel the gray fog within a certain range."