Water and Fire Twins Magician

Jacques spoke first: "Your previous performance was just barely acceptable to me. But now there is really no other way, I can only trust you for the time being." Jacques stared at Tutu with sharp eyes and said: "When I become strong enough, I will come back to take Beruni away."

Tutu did not avoid Jacques's gaze and calmly replied: "I am looking forward to that day."

Suddenly, Jacques wanted to ask Tutu about his biological father, and he wanted to know whether Beruni loved his biological father very much.

The words came to his lips, but he stopped again. He thought: After all, this is the body he took over, he is not the real Jacques, why should he meddle in other people's business.

Jacques still did not regard Beruni as his mother. His feelings for her were more of years of nurturing and companionship. He also had no doubt that Tutu would take good care of Beruni, so he let go of his greatest reluctance.

So he turned around, stared at the sword that had been waiting for him for who knew how long, and nodded.

He walked to the sword, stretched out his hands and grasped the hilt, and instantly felt his consciousness connected with the sword, as if a part of his body had been disconnected for a long time and then reconnected. Everything that followed was just driven by instinct.

Jacques took a deep breath and tried to pour magic power into the sword.

The sword was repelled by Jacques' magic, to the point of extreme resistance, but Jacques did not stop. He seemed to know instinctively what he should do and what the sword really needed.

He continued to tap into his own potential, constantly impacting the infinitely compressed heavenly fire deep in his soul, and infusing the sparks that burst out from the charge into the sword in the purest energy state possible.

The sword's rejection of him gradually weakened and even disappeared. It began to feel Jacques' power, and soon it became a madman seeking the heavenly fire in Jacques' body.

At the same time, the sword began to be slowly drawn out.

With the sword as the center, the space gradually twisted.

Jacques felt a bit tired, and thought that if he continued like this, he would be sucked dry by the sword. So while he still had strength, he shouted loudly and pulled out the sword with all his strength.

"Ah!" Because Jacques pulled out the sword with too much force, he somersaulted backwards, and the tip of the sword drew a semicircle in the air as he rolled. This semicircle cut through the space and the absolute barrier set by the gods.

A vacuum zone of magical elements appeared in this gap, and huge magical power was generated, which quickly sucked Jacques and Paul in.

Tutu and Meister, who were a little further away from them, were still standing in the same place, but were also blown by the strong wind generated by the suction, and their clothes were fluttering in the wind.

"Have you really decided to stay?" Meister asked. "The family has endured for many years and finally waited for this moment that even the gods ignored. I'm afraid there will never be such an opportunity again in the future."

Tutu just shrugged and said, "How can I not be at ease with you here? Besides, division of labor is not bad. You take care of the child, and I take care of the most important person to him. With these two relationships, we can play the emotional card when we want to win him over in the future."

"Ha, you speak so righteously, but I think you are a playboy who can't resist the temptation of beauty. You are so old, but you are still playing the game of unrequited love."

"have a finger in the pie."

"Forget it, whatever you want. The exit of the barrier is about to close, and I can't miss it." Meister said: "Good brother, when that day comes, we will meet again."

"Since one of us has been able to break the seal, that day won't be too far away," Tutu replied.

Mest nodded, said nothing more, and slipped into the gap in the barrier.

Soon after he passed through, the gap closed by itself and everything returned to normal. Only Tutu was left standing there with his hands on his hips, scratching his head:

"Damn it, it's my turn to clean up the mess..."