Water and Fire Twins Magician

Seeing that Jacques had spent the entire night alone on the third floor of the ruins without any damage, everyone was amazed that Marsala had really produced a young genius, and they couldn't help but show some concern and condolences to Jacques. Although Jacques was not injured, he was indeed exhausted physically and mentally. After a few words, he left the ruins with Maistre and went home.

When they got home, a group of maids rushed over and touched Jacques all over, asking if he was injured or not, and taking advantage of him. Beruni finally squeezed in and hugged Jacques, pressing her plump chest against his face: "Why are you so willful? Are you hurt?" Then everyone scolded Maistre, blaming him for leaving Jacques alone in the ruins.

"Ah, it's not Meister's fault. I asked to stay. I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. Can I go and rest first?"

Everyone gathered around Jacques to take a shower and change clothes. After washing up, the cooks had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast. Jacques was really hungry and ate it up in a hurry, which made Beruni feel distressed.

After dinner, Jacques could finally go back to his room to rest.

When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Jacques still felt groggy. He sat on the bed, stretched, rubbed his eyes, and suddenly found a huge monster appeared in the room.

That was Paul, who had swelled more than ten times, devouring the magic beast crystal cores that Jacques had collected in the past few days. Jacques had been busy looking for weaknesses in the barrier these days and had no time to absorb these crystal cores.

"Hey! You're awake. I'll eat something more. Once I've replenished my strength, I can still store about level six undead magic with my current body. You can use me as a secret weapon in times of crisis." Paul said while eating.

"Hmph! I've heard all your little plans. You want us to be afraid of you, not take advantage of your misfortune, and not kill people to silence them, right?" It was Gandalf's voice.

"Bah! Stop spreading your conspiracy theories. Lord Jacques is the person I, Paul, admire most in my life. He would definitely not do such a heinous thing to me! But you, Gandalf, are much more miserable than me. You don't even have a physical body and can't even fart, but you have been brainwashing Lord Jacques and slandering me! Lord Jacques, don't believe what he says!"

"Oh! Stop arguing, stop arguing. It makes me dizzy." Jacques held his forehead and looked at Paul for a few times: "You are like a small mountain now. How can I deal with you? There is no place big enough for you to hide."

"Ha! You don't have to worry about that. After a day and a night of hard work, I have eaten the soul of this slime. I now have complete control over this body." Then Paul took a deep breath and instantly shrank to the size of an ordinary slime, but his body became darker and darker, and his appearance became more disgusting.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Master, it's me, Meister, can I come in?"

"Oh! Wait a minute, I just got up." Jacques thought to himself that something was wrong, grabbed Paul and threw him under the bed, then tidied up the bag that Paul had messed up, and then signaled for Mestre to come in.

Meister pushed the door open and walked in. He had a cold smile on his face, but as soon as he stepped into Jacques' room, he showed a surprised expression, and then took a few deep breaths: "Hmm... Master's room is filled with a pleasant smell today."

Jacques's face changed. Could this guy be a shotacon?

"For some reason, this smell reminds me of an old place and some old people..." Meister's eyes suddenly flashed with coldness: "Could it be that the young master is learning the art of necromancy?"