Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"I want to listen carefully to your crimes and corresponding confessions." Russell said to the bandits, "Line up and come one by one."

The bandits had no suspicion and lined up obediently in a long queue. Everyone shed tears that looked sincere and everyone expressed seemingly sincere repentance.

"I killed two merchants, plundered their goods, and dumped their bodies in the wilderness. May my tears wash away my past sins, and may you appreciate my sincere repentance."

"I have stolen, I have stolen horses, I have killed children who witnessed my crimes, and this camp is a witness to our past recklessness. Now we are here to repent, and now that you appear among us, may you forgive our sins."

"Every plunder, every injury, is like a knife piercing my heart. I used to think this was the only way to survive, but now I see that we are only inflicting evil on other innocent people."

"I no longer want to dwell in this darkness. May you forgive our sins and give us the opportunity to cleanse our souls."

"I led this corrupt team, and our hands are stained with the blood of innocent people. I should never have taken this evil path, and I deeply regret the sins I have committed. I hope you will listen to my sincere confession and grant us a chance for redemption."

"I pray to you for a chance to atone for my past sins. Let me find the path to salvation through repentance."

Russell suppressed his anger and wrote down the confessions of each bandit with a calm expression.

In this atmosphere of collective repentance and waiting for forgiveness so that the soul can ascend to heaven, no one is being cunning or lying about the truth. Instead, everyone is rushing to reveal their past, fearing that they are not pious enough and will be discovered by the Lord.

After the confession was finished, Russell slowly walked to the front of the queue, and the most clever bandit leader realized that something was wrong.

Unfortunately, before he could say anything, his head flew up into the sky, blood spurted out, and his mouth was closed forever.

The other bandit leader, who had been smiling, was now horrified: "You, you, you have already forgiven us, haven't you?"

"Did I ever say I would forgive you?" Russell asked coldly.

But, doesn't the Scripture say that the Lord will forgive people's sins? This is different from what the Scripture says!

The bandit leader was speechless.

"You commit murder, arson, and all sorts of other evil things, but I just say forgiveness and I'll forgive your sins? In your eyes, are gods such convenient things?" Russell sneered. "What do you think gods are?"

Russell had always found the concept of forgiveness in religion incomprehensible, and now he said it bluntly.

Russell's body was filled with golden flames, the edge of the flames pointed far into the sky, and an astonishing aura burst out from him.

All the bandits were completely overwhelmed by Russell's momentum. Some of them wanted to resist, but they were horrified to find that they could not move at all.

Is this the authority of God?

A bandit leader closed his eyes in despair, so he didn't notice Rosaline's hands quickly jumping on the strange instrument-like pipe.

Russell didn't care about the bandit leader's thoughts and he cut off his head without mercy.

"Evil people like you have been forgiven. Then is the meaning of the existence of good people to be oppressed by you? Who will save those who have been killed by you?"

The head of the third bandit leader rolled to the ground.

"You've done so many bad things, committed countless sins, and feel uneasy. Do you think you can just recite some sutras and forget what happened?"

the fourth.

Well, this guy didn't commit the crime of murder. He was just a thief, and his crime didn't deserve the death penalty. Russell glanced at the bandit with an expressionless face.

He just coldly dropped one word: "Life!"

The bandit had already closed his eyes in despair and was waiting to die, but until he heard the words "Die!"

Then came the sound of the bandit's body falling to the ground next to him, but he didn't feel any weapons hitting him.

Only then did he cautiously open his eyes and look at Russell's body covered in flames and his imposing figure. Suddenly, his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

Even though his clothes were soaked with blood, it couldn't stop the joy in his heart. He laughed uncontrollably, and his gaze towards Russell became full of respect and awe.

Many years later, he still remembered the night when he stood in the queue and watched Russell's execution with respect and awe.

The bandits behind became even more desperate after noticing that some people had not been executed.

Why is he saved while I am executed by the Lord himself? My soul will also go to hell after death!

Those damned priests, the scriptures they compiled have done so much harm to people! God is not that tolerant at all!

The bandits instead took their anger out on the missionaries who wrote the scriptures, accusing the missionaries of talking nonsense and causing their deaths.

This also shows that what they are confessing is not sin at all, but the sin that has not been forgiven.

Russell walked towards them step by step, as if the gate of hell was slowly opening to them.

Those who escaped death were all overjoyed, but as for those who were executed, they no longer had any psychological activities.

The long queue always has an end. Russell shook off the blood on his sword, put it away and stood tall.

Russell looked at the bandits who did not deserve the death penalty with a stern look, which made them stand up straight involuntarily.

Russell finally spoke, his voice echoing through the night sky. "I have not executed anyone who deserved to die, nor have I forgiven anyone who deserved to die! All those who have fallen under my sword have deserved their punishment! As for you, even if your crimes are not serious, you still need to atone for your sins! If you do it again, you will suffer the same fate as them! Do you accept this?"

The surviving bandits bowed down in sincere submission, their faces beaming with joy at having been forgiven.

Russell's loud voice pierced the night sky and reached Jansen's ears as well.

I want to judge sins clearly like the Lord! I will not execute anyone who should not be killed, nor will I forgive anyone who should be killed!

There was a glimmer of longing in Jansen's eyes. This precocious boy found his own path in life that night.

As for the ladies, Margaret and Rosalyn looked at Russell with electric eyes.

Eleanor was even more exaggerated, she even leaned against a tree with the help of Margaret and Rosaline to stand firmly. Her secret garden was already muddy.

Every step Russell took, every time he uttered the word "life" or "death", it was like a heavy blow piercing Eleanor, making her whole body numb as if she had been electrocuted.

By the time Russell finished his execution, Eleanor was covered in sweat and juice. There was infinite charm in her eyes, and she couldn't wait to receive the favor of her master.

176 The Princess in Distress (Part 1)

For Eleanor, Russell, who has the power to decide life and death, really exudes strong hormones.

Apparently, this thing called "power" has an excellent aphrodisiac effect on the kingdom's princess Eleanor.

Now, Her Royal Highness the Princess can't wait to lie on the bed, spread her legs, and welcome the possession of her master.

However, things don't always go as we wish.

Eleanor felt that the hours passed in anticipation.

Eleanor finally waited until Russell subdued the bandits, dealt with all the aftermath, and then returned to the camp.

Eleanor was so excited that she didn't know how she walked back to the camp. There was only one thought repeating itself in her mind.

I’m going to be fucked by the master. I’m going to be fucked by the master. I’m going to be fucked by the master. I’m going to be fucked by the master. Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Her Royal Highness the Princess screamed in her heart. She felt an unbearable itch in her heart, like a cat's claws scratching.

If this crude and naked idea came out of Eleanor's mouth, Her Royal Highness's etiquette teacher would definitely faint from anger and anxiety.

Camping outdoors in early spring, the wind is humming and the insects are singing. The soil has been baked by the sun for a whole winter and exudes a dry fragrance. The sky is full of stars above your head and you are covered in the evening veil of night.

All this made Her Royal Highness the Princess even more excited. Eleanor felt that her body was completely ready and she couldn't wait to enjoy a satisfying possession.

Seeing her master walking towards the tent, Eleanor licked her lips with shining eyes. She took a step forward to catch up, but was stopped by Rosalyn.

Seeing Margaret catch up with Russell, Eleanor became anxious, and she was not even so afraid of Rosaline who was smiling.

Eleanor asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"

Rosalyn's smile grew wider: "Yes, I have something to talk to you about."

Seeing the two figures in the candlelight already pressed together, Eleanor became more and more impatient: "Can't we wait until tomorrow?"

"You don't seem to realize your situation, slave," Rosalyn said with a smile.

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured on Eleanor's head, but unfortunately it was still a long way from extinguishing her strong desire.

At the same time, Rosalyn pressed her hand on the staff a few times, and Eleanor felt a huge force pulling her up, and she involuntarily moved away from her master's tent.

"What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go, um--" Eleanor kicked and struggled desperately, but before she could open her mouth to ask Russell for help, her mouth was sealed by a spell.

"I told you, slave, you must recognize your situation." Rosalyn still had a gentle smile on her face. "You seem to still think of yourself as the princess of Burgoyne."

Rosaline did not impose any further punishment on Eleanor. Although there was no pain, being taken further and further away from Russell was a form of torture for Eleanor.

Eleanor opened her eyes wide in surprise. She watched sadly as Rosaline carried her to another tent. She didn't know why Rosaline chose to attack her at this moment.

"It seems that Margaret's education of you is not very successful. You don't even realize where your problem lies. Then let me discipline you." Rosalyn said slowly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

I really don’t know!

Eleanor twisted her body and struggled hard.

"You interrupted the conversation between Russell and Jansen earlier, didn't you? As a slave girl, how dare you interfere with your master's conversation? Russell is good-tempered and doesn't care about this kind of thing, but that doesn't mean you can overstep the boundaries."

Rosalyn continued slowly.

Eleanor thought for a long time in her head, which was already full of love affairs, before she finally remembered what had happened.

Under Russell's inspiring questioning, Jansen thought that it was most likely the Burgoyne royal family that sponsored the devil worship.

"Mmmm!" Eleanor tried desperately to argue, but then she suddenly realized that the magic that blocked her mouth had been removed, so she said quickly, "Ah! Isn't that Jansen slandering our Burgundy royal family?"

Eleanor's words were full of grievance.

Rosalyn sighed and shook her head gently. "Look at you. You haven't figured out your own identity yet. You are first and foremost Russell's slave girl, not some princess of Usedom. Do you understand?"

After saying that, Rosalyn stood up, as if she was full of disappointment in Eleanor. She shook her head and walked slowly out of the tent.

I understand, I understand, please put me down, I want my master to punish me!

Eleanor became increasingly anxious. She wanted to open her mouth to admit her mistake, but all she could say was, "Mmmmm!"

Her mouth was blocked again by Rosalyn's spell.

At this time, Rosalyn had already walked to the door of the tent. She lifted the curtain with one hand and was about to walk out.

At this moment, the female mage seemed to suddenly think of something. She stopped and leaned one hand on the curtain. The cold starlight dyed her blue hair into silver.

Rosalyn said slowly to Eleanor, "You will hang here for the night. Reflect on your actions. I have trapped you in the tent with a magic circle. You can't get out, not even Russell can get in. When you really understand, you will no longer be punished tonight. Do you understand, Princess?"

Rosaline's last "Your Highness" was full of sarcasm. After that, she lowered the curtain and let the darkness cover Eleanor again.

Rosaline walked out of the tent slowly and calmly, and as soon as she lowered the tent curtain, she quickly set up a magic circle.

When the magic circle was completed, she trotted away, listening to the sounds of men and women making love getting louder and louder, and she couldn't wait to get into the tent where Russell and Margaret were.

In the tent, Margaret was kneeling on the ground with her butt raised high, responding to Russell's fierce impact from behind. She was screaming wildly, and it was obvious that she was on the verge of collapse under Russell's attack.

Without waiting for Russell to say anything, Rosalyn quickly ran behind Russell and pressed her soft body against him.

The blue-haired female mage tore her clothes, causing her robe to shatter into pieces that fell like snowflakes. At the same time, she kissed and kissed Russell who turned his head, greedily sniffing the scent emanating from his body.

When Margaret collapsed to the ground, Rosalyn couldn't wait to push Russell to the ground. Then, she held Russell's spear and sat on it without hesitation.

Rosalyn's long-suppressed passion was released at this moment, and she uttered a long and winding chant.

Such chanting rushed out of the tent, across the open space, into another tent, and reached the ears of Eleanor who was hanging there.

It's me who should be receiving the Master's punishment! It should be me! Rosaline, that cunning, evil woman!

Eleanor felt extremely aggrieved. The sound of Russell showing off his prowess and the joyful sounds of Margaret and Rosaline's satisfaction always penetrated her ears, adding fuel to the fire of her desire.

Her Royal Highness the Princess wanted it but couldn't get it. She was hanging in the air, feeling wet and empty, and she was so aggrieved that she wanted to cry.

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177 The Princess in Distress (Part 2)

Russell didn't expect Rosaline to burst out with such passion. Not only did she break the tacit understanding between them that she never went to bed with Margaret, but she also desperately demanded from Russell.

Russell was forced to use all his strength to subdue Rosaline.

When Rosalin also collapsed to the ground with a flushed body and began to twitch and enjoy the afterglow, Russell asked curiously: "Rosalin, why are you here?"

Rosalyn lay lazily, unwilling to speak.

Margaret, who had recovered her strength, crawled to Russell's side using both hands and feet. She smiled charmingly, picked up little Russell, and said, "My Lord, you probably don't know how charming you were just now. Not only Rosaline, but Eleanor was almost unable to walk."

After saying that, she lowered her head and began to lick and serve seriously.