Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

According to Friedman, this Saint Bernard possessed strength comparable to that of King Conrad of Usedom, and because both sides were equally powerful, they came to a complete standstill.

Although the knights' leader, William Wollhausen, had the power to break the balance, he chose to avoid the political vortex of the royal city, so the royal family and the church were completely deadlocked.

Having said that, Russell couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

It is an established fact that the Black Princess killed Margaret and William's mother, but William did not choose to stand on the side of the church against the royal family. There must be other reasons for this.

It seems that Friedman's words are not entirely true - no, he is so enthusiastic, like a die-hard fan of William, maybe he doesn't know the inside story.

It seems that the church must have made mistakes no less serious than the royal family, for example, killing Margaret's father...

Thinking of this, Russell turned to look at Margaret, and found that Margaret had also realized this.

Her face turned very ugly, her hand gently stroked the rusty sword at her waist, her eyes were hard to conceal the coldness.

Russell gently took Margaret's hand and patted it softly to comfort her.

Margaret smiled at Russell.

Ohhhhhh! As expected, the Lord really likes Ms. Margaret!

Friedman saw the interaction between Russell and Margaret and was very happy.

He felt that not only the Walhausen family would stand on the side of the church, but even the Lord himself had come down to earth. He had no idea what basis the royal family had for fighting the church.

Friedman's excitement was palpable.

Russell had no idea why Friedman suddenly became so happy. Wasn't it just an introduction to Usedom's political status?

Ah, is Friedman one of those keyboard-chasing Politburo members who gets more excited the more he speaks? That would make his words less credible.

After judging that the knight in front of him was just a keyboard warrior (actually a misjudgment), Russell lost interest in continuing to learn more about the situation through Friedman.

Misjudgment caused by preconceived notions based on wrong first impressions is often worse than knowing nothing at all.

Thinking of this, Russell nodded calmly and changed the subject: "Okay, I understand. So, has Mr. Friedman arranged everything I mentioned before about sending a letter to Griezmann in the Royal City?"

"Don't worry, it's absolutely safe!" Friedman said excitedly.

This is the mission the Lord personally assigned to me! I have experienced the Lord's test! I am blessed!

Friedman almost wanted to kneel down and kiss Russell's boots. He didn't know that in Russell's mind, he had already been labeled a keyboard warrior.

Russell didn't know what Friedman was thinking of him, and he was extremely surprised by Friedman's reaction.

Why is this guy so excited? Does he think this incident can undermine the royal family? I think he is a little too optimistic.

Considering that the church might have done something no less bad to Margaret's father than the royal family, Russell became less interested in cooperating with the church. Similarly, he didn't care much about the keyboard warrior Friedman.

Friedman was quickly sent away with superficial enthusiasm.

Friedman, who was in high spirits and overjoyed, had no idea that his enthusiasm for winning over the god in his mind to the church had instead made Russell, the god in his mind, successfully hate the church.

Friedman was still immersed in the joy of being sent out by Russell, recalling the Lord's warm big hand when they shook hands at farewell.

He walked with great vigor, as if he was full of strength, and even the weakness caused by the disaster yesterday did not seem so serious.

As soon as Friedman left, Margaret couldn't help but question Eleanor.

"Tell me the truth, Eleanor, how did my father Ludwig Wallhausen die?" Margaret's tone was calm, but the heaving of her chest showed that she was not calm.

"Eh? Your father? Ludwig Wallhausen? Who is he?"

Eleanor stared at me with her clear and stupid big eyes, and knew nothing about anything I asked.

"Don't worry, Margaret, we will eventually get to the bottom of this matter." Russell continued to comfort Margaret.

"Yes, my lord." Margaret said calmly, then she suddenly untied the braids, and her golden hair fell down like a waterfall.

Then Margaret shook her head wildly: "But, my Lord, I need to vent."

As she spoke, she pulled down Russell's pants.

Russell pointed at Eleanor, whose face suddenly turned red, and motioned her to go out, but then he changed his mind.

"No, don't go. Come back, Eleanor."

Eleanor didn't dare to disobey Russell's order. She stopped and stammered, "Yes, yes, yes, Master!"

At this time, Margaret, who had already buried her head under Russell's crotch, raised her head and looked at Russell with a questioning look.

"Ah, I think it would be a better outlet to have a princess from the Burgoni family serving you."

As Russell spoke, he grabbed Eleanor's dress roughly and tore it completely. Then he pulled the little white sheep with panic in his eyes over and pressed her in front of him.

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Author's Note: It's hard to separate the two chapters today, so I'll just post them together. There will be no update tonight...

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151 Eleanor's Morning

The sunlight pierced through the clouds, passed over the treetops, and shone through the window, speckled onto Eleanor's face.

Eleanor woke up in a daze, the fatigue of the past few days still had not completely gone away, which made her dazed for a while.

Her Royal Highness the Princess always felt that the tranquility before her was so unreal.

Because in the past few days, she had been in a state of drunken revelry.

Eleanor listened to the birds singing in the early morning and the spring breeze blowing through the treetops, and always felt that the frenzy of the past few days seemed to be just some kind of illusion, just a messy and broken dream.

When Eleanor thought about how she had gone from lucid to confused, from confused to comatose, and then been awakened from her coma by her master's severe beating in the past few days, the rare calmness at this moment seemed so unreal.

Eleanor subconsciously frowned when she thought about how she had licked those extremely dirty places with her mouth under her master's orders.

No, no, you can't frown. If you don't show an expression of enjoyment, you will be punished by your master.

This thought flashed through her mind, and the wrinkles on Eleanor's brows were quickly smoothed out, and the corners of her mouth subconsciously curled up.

No! That's not right! I'm a princess of the noble Burgundian royal family! How could I truly resign myself to the status of a lowly slave girl?

Eleanor was horrified.

But she herself did not realize that when the word "slave girl" flashed through her mind, she felt her heart suddenly tighten, and her breathing quietly became rapid, and her eyes, which had begun to clear up, became blurred again.

Eleanor, you have now succumbed to the master's evil spell and are forced to become a slave. You must find a way to regain your freedom!

The princess of the kingdom warned herself in her heart, but every time the words "master" and "slave girl" flashed through her mind, her heart, liver, spleen and lungs seemed to be scratching and itchy, and she needed her master to relieve the itch for her.

When Eleanor thought about how she would be picked up by her master as soon as she opened her eyes a few days ago, and would be taken to any corner of the room screaming while enduring the attacks, and then felt the tranquility at this moment, she felt inexplicably empty and lost.

She unconsciously clamped her legs together, and before she knew it, she began to feel empty, and she longed for the emptiness to be filled by her master.

Eleanor didn't realize that she had unconsciously adapted to being addressed as "Master." Or perhaps she didn't want to realize it.

She was just hazily recalling the joy of floating in the clouds, even though she was often pressed to the ground, and even her head was stepped on by Margaret or Rosaline, forced to stick her butt up like a wild beast, shouting nonsense wildly.

Eleanor couldn't help licking her lips. She still didn't like Margaret or Rosaline, so she began to think about her revenge on them.

She remembered that under the guidance of her master, she used her flexible little tongue to lick their secret gardens, making them scream and lose consciousness after the orgasm, and making these arrogant women who once stepped on her head also wail and beg for mercy with blurred eyes.

When she thought of how miserable they were after being teased by her tongue and fingers, she felt a sense of pleasure in her heart.

The best part was that every time Eleanor's face was covered with the gushing spring tide, she would receive praise from her master.

She would begin to endure the fiery assault that always allowed her to reach paradise.

For Eleanor, it was a double joy to be able to punish these cold and arrogant women and at the same time receive praise from her master.

Unfortunately, Margaret and Rosaline seemed to have a conflict. As long as one of them joined in, the other would leave temporarily. They never seemed willing to be naked in front of each other.

Originally, Eleanor wanted to find an opportunity to make both of them lose consciousness, but unfortunately, they had never lay in bed at the same time during the few days of revelry.

Eleanor still remembered that when her master ordered her and Margaret to kneel before him and serve him orally, he proudly said something like "two people flying" or some strange word, and he specially praised her for it.

And I complain that Rosalyn and Margaret never come with me. Why, they are so inconsiderate of their master, and I will go with any woman!

Well, this might be an opportunity I can take advantage of. I will take this opportunity to please the master, and then use the conflict between Margaret and Rosaline to divide and suppress them, and then become the master's favorite!

Eleanor thought subconsciously that she had completely forgotten her previous noble Burgundy royal identity.

When Eleanor thought of being the most favored by her master, surpassing Margaret and Rosaline, she subconsciously licked the corner of her mouth. Her long tongue flexibly curled around her lips and then slowly retracted into her mouth - needless to say, this was also the result of Russell's training.

After completing this action subconsciously, Eleanor even felt a little disappointed when she didn't have the familiar sticky, salty and fishy taste in her mouth.

The power of habit is terrible. Eleanor has even forgotten the gloomy expression she had when she was first forced to swallow her master's essence.

At that time, the master made her kneel beside the mirror and provide cleaning services to the master with her mouth and tongue with a smile on her face as her "etiquette education".

Whenever her expression wasn't up to standard, she would be spanked. After her butt was burned, she mastered the perfect "slave girl cleaning etiquette" and never got spanked again for an inadequate expression.

When Eleanor thought of this, she felt a little proud, but at the same time she vaguely missed the feeling of Russell's rough slap falling mercilessly on her pink buttocks.

The slap was sore, painful, numb and numb, leaving her buttocks red, and it felt like an electric current going straight to her heart.

Although she was beaten to the point of tears at the time, when she recalled the incident afterwards, she felt the aftertaste was lingering.

Eleanor squeezed her legs together again. She felt even emptier and more eager for her master to fill her up.

Huh? Where's the master?

Feeling the empty room, Eleanor suddenly panicked.

Could it be that my master doesn’t want me anymore?

A terrible thought came to Eleanor's mind. She raised her head anxiously and looked around. The room was very quiet and no one was there.

No, not only was there no one there, it was even difficult to see any traces of other people in the room.

All the places where her master had held her and fought were cleaned up, and the large mirror where she had splashed countless body fluids was also wiped clean.

Could it be that the master and the others have left?

A feeling of being abandoned surged in my heart.

She missed the smell of her master, his strong body, his powerful arms, his rough big hands, and even more, she missed his spear that always made her feel extremely happy.

She had long forgotten that when she first woke up she had forced herself to tell herself that she must find a way to regain her freedom. She felt that she had been abandoned by her master and she was almost in tears.

It was as if an indescribable sense of loss and loneliness struck Eleanor. The wolf ears on her head drooped listlessly, and she was almost on the verge of tears.

Then, she heard the door open with a bang. She looked towards the door with expectation and saw the owner's face that she had been looking forward to.

"Owner!"

Eleanor flew into Russell's arms like a happy puppy, her face full of smiles and tears in the corners of her eyes.

She rubbed her smooth body in her master's arms and acted coquettishly. She hugged her master tightly with her arms and greedily sniffed the scent of her master.

"Okay, get out of the way for a moment." Russell didn't understand why Eleanor suddenly became so clingy to him, but he still had something in his hand.

Is it possible that my master is really going to abandon me? Does he despise me?

With this thought in mind, Eleanor suddenly knelt down, skillfully pulled off Russell's pants, then held little Russell in her mouth and began to suck him hesitantly.

She had an ingratiating smile on her face.

When she raised her eyes, she saw Russell holding a furry thing in his hand. It looked like... a tail? There was a metal head at the end of the tail.

What is this? Eleanor wondered curiously.

"Ah, it took me half the morning to finish it. I didn't expect you to be so impatient. Let me install it for you." Russell pulled the wolf tail in his hand while enjoying Eleanor's oral service.

The metal tip reflected the soft sunlight and sparkled.

Eleanor soon found out what the thing her master brought was.

She endured the attacks from both sides and felt unusually fulfilled and at ease.

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152 The Royal Family's Response

The fate of royal families is not the same.