Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Russell managed to say to Margaret: "I, I need to rest for a while, Margaret."

Margaret quickly helped Russell away from the still burning body of the demon centurion and helped him sit down on the clean reef.

By this time Russell was sweating profusely.

Margaret then realized that the sweat on Russell's forehead was not only due to the excessive consumption in the previous battle with the Demon Centurion, nor was it only due to the burning of the Demon Centurion's body.

Russell, who had experienced it once, naturally knew what to do next, so he said to Margaret: "Sacrifice, sacrificial ceremony."

Margaret had a guess about Russell's situation. With a pious look on her face, she asked earnestly, "My Lord, do you need tempering again?"

Russell nodded groggily.

After receiving a positive answer, Margaret looked around, as if looking for a suitable place.

For Margaret, being under the deep sea and the vast gray sky with the fog gradually dissipating still made her feel a little shy, and she hoped to find a relatively secluded place.

Margaret looked around and saw again the small boat that had been besieged by the Lost Souls.

It was no longer as lively as before, but just floating quietly on the sea.

To be precise, it had already gone silent. It neither used the weapons and magic on the ship to attack the Lost Souls, nor did it express gratitude to Russell and his party after the Lost Souls were eliminated. It just remained silent.

The pale blue protective barrier that appeared when attacked seemed to be only a flash in the pan.

Now, where is the trace of the blue protective shield on this ship?

Margaret thought for a moment that the boat would be a good place, much closer than going back to the woods.

"Please wait a moment, my lord. I will soon prepare a place to serve you." Margaret said hurriedly.

Russell suppressed his discomfort and nodded, signaling Margaret to do as she pleased. Although his body was burning with fire and his lower body was as hard as iron, he could still barely endure it.

So Margaret hurriedly rolled up her trouser legs, revealing half of her snow-white calves, and walked towards the boat.

So Margaret tried to shout loudly: "Hey, is anyone there? Is there anyone on the boat? We don't mean any harm, we just helped you fight off those Lost Souls! We just want to borrow a cabin temporarily! Soon... uh, it will be over today!"

The anchored ship swayed gently with the waves, as if shaking its head to reject Margaret's request. Apart from that, there was no other reaction.

Margaret was not surprised by this reaction.

She believed that this ship was arranged by the demon centurion. There were at most a few lost souls on board. Even if they were not detonated by the demon in the previous battle, they should have lost their ability to move by now.

Margaret tentatively moved forward, and sure enough, the blue magic shield had disappeared.

So Margaret hurried back, and the originally dry reef was completely soaked with Russell's sweat.

Margaret lifted Russell up and took him onto the boat, then headed towards the cabin.

As soon as the hatch was opened, a deep blue light came into view. This light was emitted from a woman in a mage's robe.

The woman seemed to have been lying on the porthole looking at the sea. Her eyes were blank and lifeless. When she heard the voice, she turned her head and stared at Russell with emotionless eyes.

"It's the Lost Soul! She can move in an environment without gray fog!" Margaret was stunned, then reacted. She pulled out the long sword from Russell's waist and was about to chop at the woman.

"Wait, wait a minute, Margaret." Russell saw the scene in front of him which was very familiar. The situation when he first met Margaret was quite similar to the current one, so he quickly stopped Margaret.

"My Lord?" Margaret tilted her head.

The woman also turned her head like Margaret.

"You were like this back then." Although Russell felt very uncomfortable, he still gave a brief introduction.

Margaret was startled.

Was I in the same situation back then? This female sorceress is very similar to my previous situation. Could it be that? My Lord is about to perform another miracle?

Thinking of this, Margaret was extremely excited.

This time I want to see clearly how my Lord brings people back to life!

Margaret's eyes widened.

Then orange flames surged out of Russell's hands and touched the forehead of the woman dressed as a wizard.

Russell felt that since he had advanced, he should be able to summon a second follower, right?

As Russell thought this, he placed his hand on the woman's forehead.

Then the female mage turned her head and avoided Russell's hand.

Russell stretched out his hand again, and the female mage dodged nimbly again.

Before Russell could say anything, Margaret quit.

You ungrateful thing! My Lord wants to resurrect you! How dare you resist!

Margaret was furious. She immediately rolled up her sleeves, took a step forward, firmly grasped the female mage, and then carried her to Russell.

Russell had no extra strength left at this time, and his right hand trembled as he reached towards the female mage's forehead.

Sure enough, just as Russell guessed, the flames that felt restrained and about to overflow in Russell's body seemed to have finally found an outlet. They rushed out and poured into the female mage's forehead.

This is a process that takes several minutes.

Margaret's eyes widened, and she even shed tears with emotion - to be precise, Margaret's eyes had not blinked for too long, and the tears came out of her body's self-protection mechanism.

Finally, Russell felt the fire in his body subside, and he felt much better. Margaret felt the body of the sorceress she was holding soften and become softer.

Very good, I will slowly release her from here. I want to see the second believer of the Lord. I need to be gentle with her. If she doesn't understand anything, I will teach her well...

Margaret felt that she had once again witnessed her god performing the miracle of life, and she was deeply moved.

Then the sorceress's first words almost made Margaret throw her out.

The female mage stared at Russell with admiring eyes. She cautiously and tentatively called out, "Dad?"

Not only Margaret was surprised, Russell was also stunned.

Huh? Is this body of mine pregnant? I look quite young...

Russell looked at the female mage whose loose purple robe couldn't hide her seductive figure, and fell into self-doubt.

Although this was most likely a strange mistake, Russell did not dare to guarantee that this female wizard was definitely not his daughter because he had no idea about his previous life's interpersonal relationships.

It's so inconvenient to travel through time without any memory of my previous life! Russell complained in his heart, and then he felt that the raging fire in his body was becoming more and more difficult to suppress.

So Russell had to "comfort the child" first. What if she was really his daughter? It would be too weird to do anything in front of her.

"Dad has something urgent to do and needs to use this cabin. Can you wait for him on the deck?" Russell said gently, "I'll come out to see you when I'm done."

"Yes! I understand! Dad!" The female mage nodded obediently.

Russell always felt that it was a crime for her to act innocent and cute with such a mature figure.

The female mage seemed very happy. She ran out of the cabin, and did not forget to help her "father" close the cabin door.

Russell relaxed, and like a hungry tiger, he pounced on Margaret and threw her onto the bed.

Soon, the clothes of the two people flew everywhere, and the wooden bed began to creak.

"My Lord, this is your daughter's bed..." Margaret, with her limbs wrapped around Russell like a spider, exhaled sweet air and whispered in Russell's ear.

Then Margaret felt that Russell on her was even more excited, and soon after, Margaret was engulfed by the wave of happiness under Russell's offensive.

Margaret, who originally wanted to say something, could only utter intermittent screams that were incoherent, like a happy female beast.

041 Rosaline

Rosalin left the cabin with great joy. She thought she had finally found her father, so she stood on the deck with a happy smile on her face, looking at the gray sea and sky.

Rosalyn had never actually met her father or her mother.

Her father and mother were leaders of the younger generations of two different magical factions. Her father, Renatus Catisius, in particular, was considered the most outstanding magical genius in hundreds of years.

Political marriage is unfortunate, but even more unfortunate is love that is opposed even by politics.

Yes, Rosaline's parents experienced a Romeo and Juliet-style tragic story that couldn't be more clichéd.

The two factions, which were as hostile as water and fire, could not accept this union. After hastily holding an unblessed wedding, the young man and woman began to flee in hiding.

Shortly after giving birth to Rosaline, her mother, still in a frail state, was assassinated while her father Renatus was away.

The uncle who rushed over after receiving the news only had time to save my sister's daughter.

Rosaline's uncle blamed Rosaline's father for his sister's death, so he took Rosaline, who was only one month old and still breastfeeding, back home. Rosaline never saw her father again.

Time flies. Although Rosaline has grown into a graceful young lady, her uncle still feels brooding over what happened back then. He is very opposed to Rosaline running away to find her father.

Rosaline had no choice but to beg her grandmother, who couldn't bear it and took the initiative to persuade her uncle.

"Helena (Rosaline's mother) was deceived by that bastard Renatus! Am I going to watch Rosaline being deceived by some wild kid from nowhere? No way!"

"The demons are rampant now, it's not safe outside at all!"

"Yes, of course I can protect Rosalyn for the rest of my life! I'm her uncle, so what?"

"I know Rosalin is a magical genius! Every time I see her superb understanding when learning magic, I always think of Helena! Isn't Helena a magical genius? Can a magical genius live a happy and peaceful life?"

Although my uncle's reaction was very intense, he was eventually persuaded by my grandmother. To be precise, it was Rosaline, who stood by with tears in her eyes according to my grandmother's instructions, who played a major role in persuading my uncle.

So her uncle built a very safe boat for Rosaline. In her uncle's words, this boat "could easily resist those evil centurions."

If it weren't for his uncle's heavy responsibility to fight the devil, he would have wanted to bring Rosaline out to find her father himself.

Before leaving, Rosaline asked her grandmother how she would recognize her father.

Grandma answered her with a kind smile: "There is a certain induction between father and daughter. Often, the moment you see him, you will subconsciously feel close to him and you will recognize him intuitively."

So the innocent Rosaline was led astray.

Affected by the flames, Russell's followers will subconsciously develop a certain sense of closeness to him.

When Rosaline regained consciousness, she subconsciously regarded this feeling of closeness as a blood-related closeness, so she blurted out "Dad" to Russell.

Russell had no memory of his previous body, and he was also dizzy from the blazing fire inside him. He had no time to distinguish things for a moment, and was actually frightened by Rosaline, so he accepted it without any clue.

At this moment, Russell, feeling that the fire in his body had calmed down a little, began to worry again.

Uh, she thinks I'm her dad, but I don't even know her name. If I ask her again, will she be very sad?

Russell looked at Margaret who was fast asleep with tears in her eyes, and realized that Margaret had been tortured too badly by his fury, and was now fast asleep, unable to even hint at something for him.

Russell had no choice but to put on his clothes and decided to deal with his "daughter" whom he had never met before on his own.

Russell gathered himself together and opened the cabin door.

Rosalyn, who seemed to have been blocking the door, smiled widely and immediately jumped in.

Rosalyn looked at Russell and grinned foolishly: "Hehe, Dad, hehe, I finally see you, Dad. I started from Vitolos and took a long detour..."

Looking at his "silly daughter" happily sharing her experiences on her journey of thousands of miles to find her father, and seeing her bright and unconcealed smile, Russell felt that the question "What's your name?" was really hard to ask now...

Russell was still awkwardly organizing his words when Rosalyn suddenly stretched out her arms and yawned, "Well, see you tomorrow, Dad!"

Before Russell could react, Rosalyn smiled sweetly and said good night to him.

Then Rosalin climbed onto the bed and took off her magic robe without hesitation, revealing her proud figure and long blue hair hidden under the hood.

Rosalyn snapped her fingers at the bedside stove—which Russell noticed did not relight—then she lifted a corner of the blanket and lay down next to Margaret.

Rosalyn didn't seem to care at all that a large area of ​​the bed sheet was wet, and she fell asleep in almost a second.

"Huh? What's going on? Huh? You just lay down and fell asleep like that? I still don't know your name, or whether you're my daughter or not!"

And why is your reaction after being resurrected completely different from Margaret's?

Russell was full of questions. What kind of person was this "daughter"?

At this time, Rosalyn seemed to feel a little damp in her waist and uncomfortable, so she frowned.

Russell always felt as if she would wake up in the next second, just as she fell asleep in the next second.

However, Rosalin just turned sideways and hugged the drowsy Margaret. Margaret's body made her feel warm, and her frown relaxed with satisfaction. She hugged Margaret tightly and fell into a sweet dream.

…………

When Margaret woke up, she felt herself being hugged tightly. She couldn't help but smile with relief, then she habitually crawled under the blanket, turning around quietly as she did so.

My lord doesn't seem to be in good spirits today. Let me help him cheer up!

When Margaret's head touched Rosalyn's chest, which was as soft as her own, she was a little dazed for a moment, although she was originally full of fighting spirit.

What's going on? Has my Lord become a woman? In classical mythology, some gods can be both male and female. Uh, but...

Margaret crawled out from under the blanket again, and when she saw Rosalyn's face and her long blue hair clearly, she was even more confused.