Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

The king's sister died in the great retreat twenty-four years ago...

Russell felt that this identity was very specific and was most likely Leia's true identity. He turned to Friedman and asked, "Do you know which prince Leia is commemorating?"

Then Russell noticed that Friedman's face suddenly changed.

"It's the Black Princess, Black Princess Lola! Her maid is actually commemorating such a dangerous thing!" Friedman said sternly.

"Black Princess Lola?" Russell frowned.

"Yes, the church has always suspected that the royal family has connections with wizards, and this Black Princess is actually colluding with the devil. It is said that the destruction of Cannos Port and the sinking of Vineta City are inextricably linked to the Black Princess!"

After going around and around, I came back again. It must be the devil's doing... Russell subconsciously pressed the sword at his waist.

Russell's subconscious action made Alda, who had been looking at Russell and Friedman anxiously, feel nervous.

In Elda's eyes, Russell pretended to draw the sword from his waist several times.

When she heard that Leia was worshipping the Black Princess who was in collusion with the devil, she was already dizzy, and when she saw Russell's actions, she felt that she was about to lose control of her urine.

"According to internal church records, the Black Princess was secretly executed by the royal family during the Great Retreat, and the Knights of the Nation also participated in this execution."

This Black Princess must have a deep hatred for Margaret. It's a pity that when she visited Margaret and saw the faces of the Walhausen family, she could not help but refrain from taking action.

Russell smacked his lips, feeling that the Black Princess was more patient than he had imagined, and didn't seem so easy to deal with.

"Some say this execution was actually orchestrated by the Knight Protector himself. His mother died in the fall of Cannos Harbor. After thorough investigation, the Knight confirmed the Black Princess's suspicion and eliminated the demonic collusion within the royal family, successfully preserving the remaining lands of Usedom."

Friedman discovered that Russell paid special attention to the news related to the Knights Protector, and he was impressed. He then told him all the official news and gossip he knew.

"I understand. Thank you, Friedman." Russell accepted Friedman's kindness with a smile.

This guy turned out to be Margaret's enemy, haha, the murderer of her mother. It seems I have to plan how to deal with her. After all, she is my future mother-in-law.

While thinking, Russell patted Friedman's shoulder in a friendly manner.

Friedman, who had been guessing Russell's specific identity in his heart, was not angry but happy when he saw Russell's condescending praise.

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132 Prince

Friedman felt that Russell's unintentional action actually confirmed his own guess.

Friedman had always thought Russell was a big shot—he was openly parading around with two lovers, one of whom was from the Walhausen family!

Although Friedman could not find a person like Russell among the top church leaders or the royal family, the more mysterious he is, the more it shows that he is a big shot, doesn't it?

Being appreciated by such a great man, Friedman couldn't help but feel lighter and a flattering smile appeared on his face.

Of course, Friedman felt that his smile was genuine and came from the heart.

"I don't know much about Meldorf's affairs, so I'll leave it to you. I need to make some arrangements on how to deal with the demons, so I'll leave first."

Russell chose to leave the mess here to Friedman. He stood up and walked out.

Look at how they act! Every time they open their mouths, they talk about fighting demons. These days, ever since the Great Retreat broke their back, how many people in Usedom dare to talk about fighting demons?

As for why Russell suddenly mentioned fighting demons, there's no doubt that this important figure must have information that a Judgment Knight like me doesn't know!

This Lord Russell must have a close relationship with the Knights Protector!

Friedman was not angry but delighted. He felt that this showed that he had gained Russell's trust. Friedman's guess was not wrong. After all, Russell was the Protector's brother-in-law, wasn't he?

So he stood up quickly and said, "Let me see you off, Mr. Russell."

"Haha, no need, please stay." Russell said politely with a big laugh.

The atmosphere was harmonious. Elda, who had been worried all the time, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Russell was about to leave. A smile appeared on her pale cheeks, which had been filled with worry, and a little color returned to her face.

Elda felt that Friedman, a man who was easily bewitched by her, was much easier to deal with than Russell, a stubborn guy.

Russell smiled very happily. He slapped his head with a smile, as if he had just remembered something important.

"By the way, Miss Elda, you killed Adrian Heinrich, didn't you?"

Russell smiled very kindly, as if he was chatting about family matters.

"It's... No! It's not! It's not me!"

Elda, who had been tense all the time and had just relaxed, almost let the cat out of the bag. She used up almost all her strength to correct her answer.

Of course, the three people present already knew the real answer.

Russell, still smiling politely, as if he had just been chatting about something as trivial as whether he had oatmeal for breakfast, patted Friedman on the shoulder and gave him a meaningful look.

Then Russell walked away.

Elda collapsed to the ground exhausted. She looked at Friedman's arrogant, indifferent and distant eyes, and her heart went cold.

However, she was still making a final effort and struggling. She forced out a charming smile and said, "I, I am willing to dedicate my land to you. I just want to be a nun under your command, a nun! I will recite scriptures every day to repent for my sins!"

Obviously, if she really became a nun, her way of confession would not be to recite scriptures, but to wipe and maintain Friedman's cross.

Although Friedman coveted Elda's beauty, it was obviously not his decision. Therefore, he restrained himself and said with a stern face: "Humph, put away your ugly face. As for your sins, it is all up to Mr. Russell to order!"

Friedman then lifted his cloak and said, "Come on, follow me and arrest the maid Leia who secretly worshipped the Black Princess! Also, keep Miss Elda under guard!"

Friedman no longer paid attention to Elda. He hurriedly took people to capture Leia.

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Russell did not go back to Margaret directly, even though Friedman's arrest of Rhea caused a lot of trouble, especially the big hat of "admirer of the Black Princess" that was put on her, which made everyone look at her sideways.

However, Russell did not think that "Her Royal Highness the Black Princess" would be caught so easily - how could Friedman easily catch the Black Princess who even his brother-in-law William could not kill?

Russell turned around and swaggered to the room where Prince Mark was. He had some guesses that needed to be confirmed.

Although half of the people were recruited by Friedman, and many people ran out to watch the farce of arresting the "remnants of the Black Princess", Mark's room was still crowded.

Mark had woken up by now. He was pale, and the scars left by the wolf's claws on his face were particularly eye-catching. His face was full of fatigue and helplessness.

He kept his mouth tightly shut, trying to resist the flatterer's enthusiasm, but unfortunately it had little effect.

Russell was actually a little confused at first. Why did so many people try to please Mark, a so-called "prince" who came out of nowhere and grew a pair of wolf ears out of thin air?

However, when he looked at the torn clothes and cheap jewelry of these flatterers, he suddenly realized something.

These guys are already in a bad enough situation that they won’t lose anything even if they fail to set the old stove on fire. But if they succeed, they will be in big trouble.

"Okay, everyone go down. I have something to talk to His Royal Highness the Prince about." Russell put on airs and waved his hand.

Russell actually realized this when he accidentally patted Friedman on the shoulder and found that Friedman looked very happy.

These down-and-out guys just fall for this kind of tricks. The more rude and condescending you are to them, the more they will treat you like a big shot.

Sure enough, Russell's attempt was very effective. Although these guys who were trying to flatter him were reluctant in their hearts, they all unconsciously forced a humble and ingratiating smile on their faces, and then dispersed in an orderly manner.

It's so sad that when the military class loses its spirit and energy, it will become so vulgar that it cannot be more vulgar.

Russell felt a little emotional.

When the room was finally empty, the originally noisy room fell into complete silence.

Mark looked much more at ease, his lips no longer tightly pursed and his expression no longer tense.

His Royal Highness the "Prince" was in no hurry to speak, but greedily enjoyed the hard-earned tranquility.

After a moment, Russell spoke.

"What should I call you? Mark, or your Highness?"

"Sir Russell, please call me Mark. I have no idea what happened. I was injured and unconscious, and when I woke up, I suddenly became some inexplicable prince. It's really terrifying."

Mark looked frightened, but his tone was still full of respect.

133 Identity

Russell couldn't tell whether Mark was lying or not, so he chose to stare at Mark seriously.

At first, Mark's eyes were a little evasive because Russell's gaze put too much pressure on him.

But in the end, he still met Russell's pressure-filled gaze calmly.

Mark took the initiative to speak, and he smiled: "I was clearly a cattle herder's child living in a dilapidated cabin, but because of this thing growing on my head, I suddenly became a prince."

As he said this, Mark casually touched the wolf ears on his head.

"Perhaps I am still the cowherd's child, and these ears are the real prince's."

Mark said with some sarcasm.

Russell asked, "Don't you like being a prince?"

"I like it, of course I like it." The sarcasm on Mark's face became even more intense.

"Before I became a prince, I rarely had enough to eat. Even in a good year, no matter how hard I worked, I always felt like there wasn't enough food."

"But since I suddenly became a prince, even with the drought this year, I've never lacked for food. The food served is the most delicious I've ever tasted, and I'm always full until I can't eat anymore."

Mark casually pointed to the plate full of food still on the table, his smile seemed full of joy.

"Tell me, how could I not like being a prince? Even if it's just because of them."

Having said that, Mark casually pinched his wolf ears again.

"Besides, since I am a prince, it seems I can give you orders, Lord Russell."

The spring sunshine streamed through the window, illuminating Mark's thin, dark face and his smile. In the sunshine, dust particles danced happily in the air.

Russell also smiled: "I wonder what order you want to give, Your Highness Mark."

"As a prince, I believe I am qualified to clear my father's name, right? Just as you promised, Sir Russell. Do you need the prince's decree?"

Mark is still thinking about clearing the name of his father Ernst.

Russell's suspicion that Mark was possessed by a member of the royal family was greatly alleviated.

In Russell's eyes, these guys from the Burgundy royal family - including Eleanor, were all extremely selfish and indifferent.

And Mark even remembered to use his identity as a prince to put pressure on himself, just for his adoptive father. This did not seem like the result of someone from the Burgoni royal family taking over his body.

However, Russell did not let his guard down. He continued to probe, "Your Highness Mark, it seems you have begun to master the social etiquette among the nobility."

Mark gave a helpless smile.

"Mr. Russell, if you were to be pestered by these guys using court language for most of the day, you would immediately learn this hypocritical way of speaking."

"I have indeed been able to clear Mr. Ernst's name," Russell said.

Mark's face showed obvious joy: "Oh? Then you will gain the friendship of a prince."

Russell shook his head. "No, you misunderstood, Your Highness. I don't care about the prince's decree or friendship. I just promised old Ernst's son—oh, Your Highness, you might know him. He has the same name as you, but he is a young man herding cattle."

Hearing Russell say this, Mark completely relaxed.

He laughed without any image. It was no longer an "elegant" smile, but a hearty laugh like that of a simple country boy.

He laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

"Tell me, tell me! Sir Russell, tell me! Ever since I inexplicably turned into a monster and grew two beastly ears on my head, my status has become noble!"

"Before, when I was a human, I had nowhere to turn to for help, but now that I'm half-animal, everything is going smoothly for me!"

As he spoke, Mark reached out to grab his wolf ears, as if he wanted to tear them off his head.

Russell hurried forward, grabbed Mark and stopped him from hurting himself.

Mark was very strong, and Russell had to use a lot of effort to subdue him. He twisted Mark's arms behind his back and finally controlled the crazy Mark.

"Calm down, Mark!" Russell shouted.

Mark was still very excited. "How can you expect me to calm down? Do you also want me to keep these beast ears on my head? Wouldn't my monstrous appearance scare Dad?"

"I don't want to be a prince. My father is just the father who raised me since I was a child. There is no such thing as His Majesty the King!"

Mark was practically roaring at the top of his lungs.

However, Mark's body gave up struggling, so Russell tentatively let him go.

As expected, Mark stopped tearing his wolf ears hysterically. He covered his face with his hands and cried in pain.