Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"Oh, you're still giving me a bad look." Margaret sneered, "You, a homeless stray cat, is this how you thank the kind person who took you in?"

Eleanor couldn't help being angry. She blushed and retorted loudly: "I'm not a homeless stray cat. I have an owner!"

Although Eleanor's voice was loud, the trembling tone still revealed her lack of confidence.

"You were kicked out by your master for being disobedient!" Margaret felt very happy when she saw Eleanor's miserable appearance.

Contrary to Francine's assumption that Margaret and Eleanor were in cahoots, the two women actually did not have a good relationship.

Margaret was still holding a grudge, so she kept making trouble for Eleanor.

In order to please Margaret, Eleanor was so humble that she asked Margaret to accompany her master.

"Wow! I didn't! I wasn't kicked out by my master, wow!" Eleanor was angry and anxious, and burst into tears.

Eleanor felt that her previous tolerance of Margaret, and even the time she spent in her favor on her, was all in vain. Margaret actually took advantage of her when she was so panicked.

However, Eleanor's crying startled Russell, who shouted impatiently, "What are you making so much noise for! Why are you crying and wailing? Are you going to let me sleep? Eleanor, get out of here! You disobedient little slave girl, are you in need of education again?"

Russell was obviously furious.

But Eleanor's spirits were lifted.

Great, the master is going to teach me a lesson! Master, please don't show any mercy and teach your little slave girl a lesson!

Eleanor burst into laughter. She didn't even bother to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and ran out barefoot impatiently.

Bare feet made a thumping sound on the floor.

Before leaving, Eleanor turned back and made a face at Margaret.

Humph, I will never share my time with you again, you bad woman!

Her Royal Highness the Princess turned up her nose in pride.

Margaret sneered and slammed the door.

Margaret did not envy Eleanor, the Princess of Burgundy, who seemed to enjoy the punishment she inflicted on Russell. Margaret had never been able to endure that kind of punishment, and she did not understand why Eleanor could feel any pleasure at all.

Perhaps the Burgogne family wasn't normal. Thinking this, Margaret stretched, yawned loudly, and fell onto the bed.

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Author's Note: Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the reward and coins;

Thanks for the tips and coins without nicknames;

167 A Strange Desire to Win (Happy New Year to Everyone!)

The next morning, Russell, full of energy, mounted his horse, and several ladies also filed into the carriage.

The guide took the lead and the group set off.

It is said that this carriage was bought by Adrian Heinrich for his wife at great expense during his lifetime.

However, the carriage had not even been put into use when Adrian accepted the royal call to participate in the war against demons.

When Adrian returned from the war, his wife had died of illness.

The economic strain caused by the Great Retreat meant that even if Adrian wanted to sell the carriage, no one would take it. But Adrian was unwilling to give up the carriage directly, so he had it maintained.

So the carriage became a bargain for Russell.

Incentivized by the gold coins, the servants spent an entire night repairing the carriage until it was barely usable on the road.

Although the carriage was not well maintained, it was not so bad that it could not be driven on the road. The ladies just had to endure the bumps of the carriage and the squeaking of parts.

Therefore, Margaret and Rosaline both glared at Eleanor - the princess could not ride a horse, so Russell found this carriage.

The two ladies only rode for two or three kilometers before they regretted not choosing to ride horses.

However, the princess was completely unaware that she was burdening her companions. She was soundly sleeping.

Obviously, the little slave girl was also busy all night. She was so tired that even the bumps and noises could not wake her from her deep sleep.

"Hmph, she is fine. She fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. She seems very comfortable." Margaret sneered.

Even the good-tempered Rosaline couldn't stand the torture of this shabby carriage. She also vented her anger with sarcastic remarks: "Yes, she tricked her brother into going to the Inquisition, but she slept so peacefully. What a terrible person."

"After all, they are the royal family." Margaret had no good feelings towards the royal family of Usedom.

"Yes, it's a royal family after all. A republic is still much better," Rosalyn sighed.

As a scholar, Margaret didn't think that the Mage Republic of Vitolos was any better than the Kingdom.

But Margaret didn't want to correct Rosalyn; she was in no mood to reason.

Margaret shrugged and changed the subject. She asked Rosalyn, "Would you like to get off the carriage and ride with my lord? Fortunately, my lord has a few extra horses ready for use."

Rosalyn shook her head and sneered, "And then we'll grant Her Royal Highness the princess's wish, and she will be the most distinguished person to step out of the carriage?"

Margaret and Rosaline chose to ride in a carriage, of course, also because they couldn't stand Eleanor monopolizing the carriage.

At first Eleanor thought she was the only one in the carriage, and she was practically grinning from ear to ear.

However, after Margaret and Rosaline quickly changed their ways and chose to take a carriage, Eleanor could no longer laugh.

But Eleanor, still in her coma, had a sweet smile on her face, and no one knew what she was dreaming about. The other two women, unable to smile, were left in agony.

Rosalin was so angry that she quickly pressed the staff a few times to punish Eleanor.

Eleanor screamed "Wow" and woke up from her dream.

Her Royal Highness the Princess was sound asleep. She opened her eyes drowsily and was about to speak, but what she saw was the interior of a carriage.

So Eleanor swallowed the complaint that was already on the tip of her throat.

The long-term etiquette training made Eleanor sit up straight instinctively. She had an elegant posture and a decent and reserved smile on her face. Although her eyes were still hazy, everyone could feel the royal demeanor of Eleanor.

At this time, Eleanor had just woken up from her confusion. She vaguely saw that it was Margaret and Rosaline sitting next to her, and then realized that she was sitting in a civilian carriage, neither a princess tour nor etiquette training.

Eleanor subconsciously wanted to relax. After all, it was very tiring to maintain her composure in this shaky and creaking carriage. Eleanor had never ridden in such a bad carriage before.

At this time, Margaret smiled and said: "It is really unexpected that only at this time can people realize that Eleanor is still a princess!"

Yes, that's right, I'm the princess of the noble Burgoni family! You bad woman, you can still say a few nice words now and then! Praise me more, praise me more!

Eleanor felt proud and subconsciously straightened her back.

Margaret's words then took a sudden turn: "Compare this to the slave girl who was wailing and begging for mercy under my master's crotch last night. They don't look like the same person at all! I didn't expect the Princess of Burgoni to have such a hidden side!"

Rosalyn agreed. "Yeah, that's right. The Burgonis are really over the top. Eleanor is a masochist! She only looks like royalty when she's pretending to be in a carriage like this!"

Although she was usually accustomed to swallowing her anger, once her family and bloodline were involved, Eleanor subconsciously fought back, "Hmph! This is the noble manners of the royal family! You two servants of commoner origin, I'm afraid you can't maintain noble manners in a carriage like this?"

After saying this, Eleanor sat up straighter. Although she looked proud and reserved, she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

They won’t bully me, right?

No, don't be afraid, Eleanor! If they bully you, you can complain to the master!

An important function of royal etiquette training is that even if one feels guilty, one can maintain an outward appearance without letting others see it.

So neither Margaret nor Rosaline could see through Eleanor's guilty conscience, and both women were very angry.

Rosalin was particularly angry. She had always been proud of her mage bloodline, otherwise she would not have traveled thousands of miles to find her father.

Now the bloodline of the Republic is being despised by a royal barbarian. How can we tolerate this?

So Rosaline also began to compete. She showed the results of her etiquette education, put on the perfect demeanor of a mage noble, sat upright, and also did not move.

No, why are you here too?

Margaret looked at Rosalyn in surprise.

As we all know, when ladies socialize, there is often a strange circle and aura. Among three people present, whoever is the one who doesn't fit in will be excluded and subjected to cold violence.

At this moment, looking at the surprised Margaret, Rosaline and Eleanor's eyes were filled with contempt, as if they were mocking Margaret: "Oh, country girl."

So Margaret also got angry. Do you really think I have never received any etiquette education?

She immediately sat up straight.

Although Margaret's etiquette level was indeed not comparable to Eleanor and Rosaline, her physical fitness played a significant role in the bumpy carriage, and the three of them were evenly matched for a while.

The carriage jolted and creaked as it moved forward. It was so quiet inside that it felt like it was pulling three wax figures.

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Author's words: Oops, I went out to eat and forgot to set up automatic publishing. I only realized that this chapter was not published when I lay in bed playing with my phone.

Then let’s post it now and wish everyone a happy new year.

168 The Crown Prince's Movements

The three ladies were so tired and sore from competing with each other that riding in the carriage was like torture.

This ridiculous farce was not interrupted until Russell intervened, but unfortunately the three ladies had already been sitting in the carriage for a whole day.

Russell did not know what had happened during the day until he went to bed in the village at night.

The truth was revealed because Margaret was exhausted and started to moan as soon as Russell held her waist. Russell then realized something was wrong.

"I'm wondering why each of you walks so stiffly." Russell was both angry and amused.

So the next morning, Russell was not in a hurry to travel. He took Rosaline, who had a good night's sleep, and began to study how to modify the carriage to make it comfortable.

Unfortunately, the village was extremely poor and couldn't even find a piece of iron, let alone the necessary materials to repair the carriage.

Fortunately, the army led by Prince Conrad was also stationed not far from the village at this time. Russell went to this army under the pretext of repairing the carriage to find the quartermaster and captain of the guard to "scrap" some supplies, while also asking about the purpose of this army in a roundabout way.

The tall and straight captain of the guards treated the Occitania Russell as a good friend at first sight because of the golden coins and delicious beer (from Heinrich's manor) that Russell took out.

After a few drinks, the captain of the guards patted Russell on the shoulder and said, "Hey! Brother Russell, good brother! Don't look at us like this, we are actually the royal guards! Hey! From now on, when you go to Gritzburg, just come to me if you have any problems! Hey!"

"Are they really the Royal Guards?" Russell looked at me with an expression that said, "Really? I don't believe it."

"Ha! How could it be false? I tell you the truth, my good brother, we are the personal soldiers of His Royal Highness Crown Prince Conrad!" The captain of the guards blushed, his eyes blurred, and he patted his chest to make the assurance.

Russell smiled and shook his head: "I didn't see His Highness Conrad."

Seeing that Russell still didn't believe it, the captain of the guards became anxious. He lowered his voice and said, "Brother, don't disbelieve it. It's just that our Royal Highness the Crown Prince left in a hurry yesterday for something. He brought a few guards and a heavy carriage with him."

"The ruts of the carriage are very deep. They must be carrying something valuable..."

The chief guard spoke slower and slower, and finally collapsed on the chair, his mouth wide open as he fell asleep.

Russell didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise. He actually roughly figured out the movements of Crown Prince Conrad. He didn't stay any longer, pretended to be drunk, staggered and nodded to the soldier guarding the door, and staggered away.

Russell, drunk, returned to the carriage, thanked the soldiers who helped transport the supplies, and took out some coins as a tip. After the soldiers left happily, Russell's eyes quickly regained clarity.

Coincidentally, after Russell left, the captain of the guards who had been snoring loudly immediately sat up straight. He looked coldly at the door of the barracks, as if he could still see Russell's staggering footsteps.

At this time, the soldier who was standing guard at the barracks door came over quickly and asked in a low voice: "Sir, have you made up your mind?"

The captain of the guards gently stroked the family crest on his chest and sneered, "Yes, that's two thousand gold coins. The condolence money given to the knights who survived the incident only added up to fifteen hundred gold coins. His Highness Conrad embezzled it without hesitation and even gave away two pieces of gold jewelry! Humph!"

The captain of the guards picked up the beer that Russell brought indignantly, gulped down a big gulp, and sighed deeply.

Then he continued, "It's clear that in His Majesty Conrad's eyes, all of us knights are not as good as his sister, Eleanor, who has been exiled by His Majesty. Humph! How can we rule Usedom with such a scoundrel?"

The soldier suddenly realized, "So, you deliberately leaked the information to that Occitania?"

"Yeah, don't you think it's perfect for an Occitania with no background to be the scapegoat?"

The captain of the guards narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"First, this guy's attire as a noble proves he's qualified to murder His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Second, the Occitanias can't find a powerful kingdom to endorse them right now."

"Your Excellency, you are truly thoughtful. His Highness Walter will certainly not treat you unfairly! Here is a small gift for a friend." The lobbyist dressed as a soldier handed over a heavy purse.

The captain of the guards took the purse, weighed it, and showed a satisfied look.

Then the captain of the guards shook his head and said verbally, "As long as His Highness Walter can regard us knights as trustworthy partners, it will be fine. Oh, yes, I believe His Highness Walter will soon receive news that will make him heartbroken."

The lobbyist smiled knowingly and said, “I think His Highness Walter can’t wait any longer.”

The two men laughed heartily in unison. Neither noticed that, lurking in the shadows outside the tent, was a guard in black helmet and armor. The guard listened to their words calmly.

Their conversation would soon be put into writing and would then reach the desk of His Majesty Frederick through some secret channel.

The captain of the guards, who thought he had been sufficiently vigilant, stood up complacently and said, "Of course, before that, we must first control Mr. Scapegoat."

After saying this, the captain of the guards strode out of the barracks.