Water and Fire Twins Magician

Jacques rolled his eyes: "Hey, didn't you say that slimes would change due to the external environment or the temperament of their owners? Then why would this slime..."

"That's impossible! This fat man must be hiding in his palace at this time, indulging in debauchery and planning all kinds of dirty deeds." Gandalf said with disgust.

"Ah...Isn't he a cardinal?" Several black lines appeared on Jacques' head.

"Who says the cardinal is a good person? It's because this fat guy has a dark heart that he can climb to this position in the Church of Light. I dare say that he is the most shameless, the most beastly, the most... Hey! You disgusting little thing, you actually bit me?"

"Why are you screaming? I'm the one who's in pain!" Jacques pulled his fingers out of the slime's mouth and quickly pinched its mouth with his other hand.

"A slime shouldn't be like this. Can it understand what I'm saying?" Gandalf had never seen such a strange slime in all his years.

"Maybe it's a coincidence, it doesn't seem to like being restrained."

"Maybe. Hum, let's name it Paul. I don't know if you'll be lucky or unlucky if you fall into our hands. Jacques, go!"

Jacques had no good feelings towards this slime with an unpleasant appearance and a sinister and cunning face. After hearing what Gandalf said, he immediately grabbed this Paul Slime and went up the stairs.

Although this Paul slime has an ugly appearance, it seems to have extremely strong vitality. Although it showed fear and pain like other slimes after entering the stairs, it did not dissipate like other slimes.

So Jacques put his mind at ease and used it as a detector, moving it close to the walls on both sides of the stairs, even the ceiling and the ground, hoping to find out what was special about this staircase.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

Although the sunlight could not penetrate into the ruins, Jacques could vaguely hear the sound of Uncle Shaya and the others approaching while talking.

"That's about it. Let's continue at night," Gandalf reminded.

Although Jacques didn't want to give up, he had no choice: "Well, I'm a little tired too, let me rest for a while."

He put Paul Slime into a small bag, hung it around his waist, and then leaned against the wall to rest. After all, he was busy all night, killing hundreds of monsters alone, and Jacques's physical strength was basically exhausted.

"Do you think the Sword of Marsala is behind this wall?"

"It shouldn't be that simple. I think there is a secret passage behind this wall that leads to the secret place where the sword is hidden." Gandalf replied, "But I find it strange that since the Sword of Marsala is the reward for your family's trial and a treasure passed down from generation to generation, it is not a secret to your father because he must have found this magic weapon. In this case, why do you still need to keep this trial? Did the previous generation find it and leave the sword for the next generation to find again? Why is this necessary?"

"I have never figured it out. But this is a divine weapon, will it be very powerful?"

"In my opinion, it is probably just a name. It may be an ancient sword with exquisite appearance and complex workmanship, and its commemorative significance is greater than its practical significance." Gandalf asserted: "I, Gandalf, have read a lot of books in my life. Due to the need to manage the mercenary group, I know all kinds of magic weapons. I dare say that no one on the Love Continent can compare with me in this knowledge. I have never heard of this sword of Marsala, so there are only two possibilities: either it is a super artifact beyond my level of cognition, or it is just a piece of junk with a name but no substance."

"Then...it could be a very powerful divine weapon." Jacques nodded and wrinkled his nose: "Why does it smell like...barbecue? Are Uncle Shaya and the others coming for a picnic?"

"I think you can get the artifact. But I feel embarrassed when you say that. As the founder of the largest smuggling gang on Love Road... no, the largest mercenary organization, I am an authority in this area... What's wrong with you? Why are you moving around so much?"

"Ouch! My butt is on fire!"