Water and Fire Twins Magician

"Oh no! Fei'er has been invaded by the remnants of the dead!" Jacques, who had similar experiences, immediately understood what Fei'er had encountered: "Mestre! Paul!"

The two of them immediately appeared beside Jacques.

With their spells, the residual memories in Fei'er's brain were finally isolated, and she was freed from the danger of losing herself due to memory invasion.

"Fortunately, Master Jacques has consumed most of their energy, so the residual effects of the invasion are minimal. The shock suffered by Miss Fei'er was not as severe as that suffered by Master Jacques before," Meister explained.

"However, after all, the little girl was invaded by the remnants of two undead spirits at the same time. The degree of chaos is even worse than what you, Master Jacques, have experienced before." Paul said, "So you must be mentally prepared. It will take Miss Fei'er a little longer to recover, and there may be sequelae."

"I understand. I will take good care of her." Jacques nodded and looked at Fei'er worriedly.

Therefore, for the next three days, Jacques stayed with Fei'er all the time, even putting aside his cultivation. Fei'er became a little depressed, staring blankly with dull eyes most of the time, and occasionally coughing violently, but other than that, she was generally healthy.

She didn't pay much attention to Jacques's concern, so Jacques thought she wanted to be alone, but when she was about to leave, Fei'er grabbed his sleeve again and refused to let go. Jacques had to stay again, mentally prepared to accompany her for a long time.

But on the fourth day, when Jacques woke up and stretched, he found Felicity, who looked energetic, with her hands on her hips, staring at him as if she were an enemy.

Jacques was delighted to know that Fei'er had fully recovered, but he immediately felt guilty and frightened because Fei'er's gesture clearly showed that she was going to settle accounts with him.

"Mr. Jacques, thank you so much for your care." Fei'er said with a fake smile and gritted teeth, "These days, you took advantage of my inability to resist and did whatever you wanted to me. Are you living a happy life?"

Jacques almost blurted out "yes", but when the words came to his lips, he said: "Miss Fei'er... Sir, please listen to my explanation again. I am also in a critical situation, I have no choice, I have no choice, the plot requires it..."

"Stop talking about this! I'm tired of hearing you say this every day. This is not what I'm angry about." Fei'er said.

"Ah? Then why are you angry..."

Fei'er stretched out a hand and spread it in front of Jacques: "This is what I coughed up these days."

I saw a few drops of crystal liquid spinning on the smooth jade palm.

Jacques scratched his head and murmured, "So you already knew."

Fei'er was so smart. She knew that Jacques had caught a severe cold during the first stage of digging in the frozen abyss and then recovered. That meant that Jacques must have known about it and must have had the raw water. Moreover, although she was drowsy during this period, she occasionally saw Paul running around in the cave, collecting something. She had already vaguely guessed that Jacques had mastered the method of obtaining the raw water.

But when she saw the result of Jacques' recent practice of elemental isolation: the pool of raw water on the ground that was big enough for a person to take a bath in, she finally fainted on the spot.

Outside the official residence of Grand Duke Dro, Prime Minister Quinton, who was waiting for an audience, was in a completely different mood than he was not long ago.

I thought I had taken advantage of Marshal Malan and achieved a great feat for nothing, but I didn't expect that the twelve-man sniper team he sent out would all disappear.

The sniper team entered the ruins where the target was located, but there was still no intelligence feedback after half a day. Quinton thought that there were some rare treasures inside that were about to be looted by these guys, so he planned to wait for them to come back and interrogate them.

After the sniper regiment lost contact for a whole day, Quinton sent his close assistant to gather information in confusion, but the result was beyond his expectations: not only could he not find any trace of the twelve men, but even the tunnel where the target person was hiding under the ruins as mentioned in the previous intelligence could not be found at all.

Quinton immediately realized that there was something wrong with the information provided by Maren. He was eager to suppress Maren and neglected to take the cleansing crystal from Maren to confirm the authenticity of the information.

Of course, Mullen swore that the intelligence he provided was absolutely true and accurate. Of course, what he called accurate was only the location of the target.

The key issue now is the whereabouts of the sniper team. Twelve soldiers of at least level 4 strength, including three level 6 fighters, have disappeared without a word, not even a hair on their legs is left. What happened?

Maren continued to act, saying that he would guarantee with his reputation, status, and life that everything he said was true, but he could not hand over the cleansing crystal. He said that out of respect for the Trojan Federation, the cleansing crystal had been sent back to the Trojan Federation by a special person in accordance with diplomatic etiquette along the coast in a grand and slow manner, and the transportation process was estimated to take at least three months.

The crystal clearly recorded that the two target persons were actually masters of the Holy Land, and one of them was even very likely a cardinal of the Church of Light. Quinton had no way of knowing this information.

In the eyes of Grand Duke Dro, he didn't care how his subjects argued with each other or how they carried out their tasks. He only cared about the results. From the results, it was obvious that Quinton had failed.

More than ten days have passed since the goddess Helen gave the oracle. This seemingly simple task has been unable to be completed by the Principality of Dro. This poor ability to do things has made the Trojan Federation very dissatisfied. A large number of strongly worded diplomatic documents have been continuously transmitted, consuming precious teleportation crystals. The words have changed from negotiation to condemnation, and finally escalated to intimidation. Even the Trojan reinforcements stationed in the Principality of Dro have become more and more hostile recently. They look at the soldiers of the Principality of Dro as if they are trash, and they don't listen to orders very much.

Grand Duke Dro could not tolerate such evil, so he could only vent his anger on Prime Minister Quinton.

"Three days. I'll give you three more days. If you still can't do it, I'll skin you alive and send you to the Trojan Federation to apologize!" Grand Duke Dro roared.

Then he turned to Marshal Marun and said, "Marun! Don't even think about staying out of this! You were the first one to take on this matter, and now the two of you are jointly responsible. I will definitely reward you handsomely after you succeed! But if you fail, I will peel off your skin too!"

"Understood! I feel much more relieved to have the assistance of the new generation god of war, Marshal Maren!" Quinton smiled secretly in his heart: Fortunately, the Grand Duke has a clear mind. Maren, you dug a pit for me, and now you will fall into it too.

But Maren was indeed an experienced man. He immediately replied, "Grand Duke, Lord Quinton is very intelligent and has many elite soldiers and generals under his command, but he has not been able to deal with these two people. It can be seen that they are not ordinary people. I am not talented enough, and I think my ability is not better than Lord Quinton. I am afraid that I will fail the Grand Duke's trust and delay national affairs. I think that the only one who can take on this important task is Lord Pruns..."