Water and Fire Twins Magician

Paul, this fat man, appears to be very greedy for all worldly things, but his heart is mostly calm. The only thing that can really stir up the greed deep in his soul is at least of the level of the goddess' robe, otherwise there is no way to shake this smart man's mind.

But now Paul's mind was wavering.

The source of the temptation was a small cave in front of him.

This is neither ambiguous nor borderline. It is called a small cave, but in fact it has now expanded to the point where even Paul can fit in it.

It is said that Jacques used the fireball technique to raise the temperature in the snow cave, which attracted various creatures from the abyss, but these creatures all became Paul's food in the end. The most common of these creatures was the almost endless supply of frozen earth horned martens.

At first, Paul had to run around in the snow cave to deal with the horned martens coming out from all directions. It was very busy. But later, the horned martens seemed too lazy to dig holes and gathered from only one direction. That was the small cave in front of Paul.

This seems too weird. If they were like moths to a flame, risking their lives, it could be understood as the instinct of living things. But these horned martens looked more like they had lined up in the snow, and crawled out to die after being fully prepared. They were even a bit similar to the skeletons controlled by Paul. However, their movements were not mechanical like the skeletons, so they were probably not controlled, and seemed to be guided by some force behind them.

Who was behind the scenes delivering food to Paul's mouth continuously?

"I felt that, deep in that small... cave, there was an atmosphere that was both strange and nostalgic, which made me feel a faint yearning in my heart, and I felt a little eager to try it..." Paul was biting into the roasted marten, his mouth full of oil.

Jacques, who was sleeping soundly in a mink blanket, opened his eyes and saw an exquisite teacup filled with steaming black tea in front of him. It was exactly his familiar childhood memory.

Jacques was stunned, but after thinking about it carefully, he soon had the answer in his mind, but he felt it was a little strange.

"This tea... smells so good. I miss it so much." Jacques picked up the cup of hot tea, closed his eyes, and savored it carefully. "I always smelled the fragrance of this tea at home before, but I was still young at that time, and Beruni only allowed me to drink fruit juice. Now I finally have the chance to drink it."

"Master Jacques, do you know who arranged all this?"

"Ha, it must be him. He always appears and disappears mysteriously." Jacques drank his tea by himself: "You have seen this man too."

"...But how can this person emit such...such an exciting smell?" Paul shook his head violently: "No, is it excitement or danger? Is it nostalgia or deception? We must first figure out which side this guy is on..."

"Don't think too much about it. He should show up after playing for a few more days."

Having said that, Jacques was a little dazed while sipping his tea, his thoughts flying: "Why are all the people I know gathered here? What message does Meister want to convey to me through this cup of tea?"

Besides the enjoyment of the taste, this tea seems to be quite beneficial to the body. Jacques drank it slowly, and felt a vague and indescribable "flow" flowing through his body, washing his body, making him feel comfortable and refreshed.

The next day, an identical cup and an identical cup of hot tea appeared in front of Paul.

Facing the cup of hot tea, Paul didn't feel any danger. Seeing Jacques drinking tea as relaxed as yesterday, he couldn't resist the temptation and put the cup under his nose to smell it.

"Ah... this fragrance!" Paul was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes: "No wonder I said this smell is nostalgic, this is the herbal tea made with the headless chrysanthemum..."

"What is this? Is the name of the origin of this tea so strange?" Jacques didn't pay much attention to it, but continued to drink tea. This tea made him feel relaxed and happy, and he couldn't stop drinking it.

"I feel so comfortable drinking this tea. It should be helpful for Fei'er's condition, right? I'll give her some..."

"Absolutely not!" Paul said quickly, "She can't drink this tea!"

"Ah? Why? Could it be a product of hell? Can humans not drink it?" Jacques laughed and said, "I am a human. I have been drinking it for two days."

Paul was sweating profusely, thinking, "Human, I was very sure about this, but now seeing you drinking this tea with gusto, I dare not say anything. But this guy is really vicious. If I were not a lich, I would drink this tea... Unless... Unless he has already guessed my background, this cup of tea is just to confirm my identity?"

Faced with Jacques's question, Paul could only make up an excuse: "This tea... is specially used to nourish the kidneys and strengthen the virility of men. If women drink it... they will grow beards."

"Pfft! Pah, pah, pah!"

Jacques immediately spat out the tea in his mouth: "Don't mess with me! I still have to hold Fei'er to sleep later! Damn it, what will I do if I can't control myself later! No, I drank it yesterday, too, and there was nothing special...that..."

"Well... this is for regulating body functions, but it doesn't have any aphrodisiac properties..."

"Oh, you said it earlier. I know, I know." Jacques was relieved and continued to drink tea: "No wonder my father Tutu is a famous stud. It turns out that he drinks this tea every day. Tsk, tsk, tsk... But, didn't Beruni and the other ladies drink it? I didn't notice it..."

Paul breathed a sigh of relief and sent a voice message to Gandalf, "Fortunately, I didn't let it slip. This... is really too shocking... But without solid evidence, I can't easily say it out loud. Old man, you must have been frightened too, right? You can't even speak until now."

that's the truth.

Ever since Jacques drank the first sip of Headless Infernal Chrysanthemum Tea yesterday, Gandalf has been lost in thought.

"Headless Purgatory is one of the eighteen countries in the Purgatory Plane. Each of these eighteen countries produces a unique rare plant, the flower of evil. The flower of evil in Headless Purgatory is the chrysanthemum. Even in the Purgatory Plane, not everyone is qualified to drink the tea made from this flower of evil... That guy actually worked as a butler in a place like Marsala, in Lord Jacques's Gali? Who are he and that Lord Tutu?"

"...I can't figure it out. What is God's will? What kind of body did the Skyfire Heir have when he was born this time?"