Water and Fire Twins Magician

There was a loud bang, and the whole carriage was blown away by a powerful force like a cannonball, thrown high into the air. As the carriage rolled in the air, the carriages and wheels disintegrated and scattered around, and finally hit the ground heavily, with debris scattered everywhere, wheels, frames, carriages and other fragments scattered on the ground, creating a mess.

"Blaster? Another fourth-level spell." Paul frowned, "I actually underestimated them."

"How is it? Have you opened your eyes, fatty?" The bald leader pointed to a pile of magic scrolls behind him and said, "We have more magic than we can use up. We are more than enough to beat you old, young, sick and disabled people. Even if you call the Pope today, we are not afraid!"

"Alas, these hopeless bumpkins." Paul shook his head and sighed. He naturally didn't take these bandits seriously. After all, the fourth-level magic was not strong enough for him to even scratch an itch. What Paul was thinking about was how to deal with these guys. Should he train them into skeleton soldiers? Or should he capture them first and read their memories to find out the boss behind them?

Suddenly, Paul felt someone tugging at his sleeve. He turned around and saw Jacques, who was smiling.

Jacques put away his adult expression and showed his innocent signature smile: "How about letting me deal with these people?"

"Sir Jacques?" Paul had seen Jacques' strength. In terms of boxing and kicking, Jacques was definitely better. Even if the opponent didn't follow the moral code and challenged Jacques alone, Jacques wouldn't necessarily suffer a loss. But Jacques only had two first-level magics, which might not be enough to fight against a large number of fourth-level magic scrolls. He was a little worried.

"I have always practiced with monsters before. The training with the Marsala garrison was a long time ago, and I only practiced when I was satisfied. I finally encountered this group of evildoers, and I don't want to waste this precious opportunity to fight with humans." Jacques said seriously: "Of course, if I can't stand it, please feel free to help me."

"Well, Master Jacques, don't worry." Paul agreed. With his ability, it would be easy to save Jacques from these people.

So, Jacques walked up to the robbers, looked up and said, "If you want to collect tolls, you have to go through me first."

"Are you scared? You actually pushed a child out to die? Do you think we won't beat children?" The robbers couldn't help but look at Paul and his group with contempt.

But Paul didn't care: "Just fight him and see what happens."

"Damn it, you yellow-haired brat, there's no point in winning. These skinny arms and legs are worthless even if you sell them."

"Hey, kid, you followed the wrong people. Your companions pushed you out to die, but you just watched the fun. They must be planning to sneak away later. Why don't you join us! We will help you tie up the fat guy who led the group and let you vent your anger!"

"I have no objection if you want to tie him up, but are you ready? You have to beat me before you can tie him up." Jacques smiled and pulled out the branch from his back that he used as a stick to hit the monster.

"...Puff...Hahahaha! No, does this kid think we are playing house? He took out a branch!" The robbers burst into laughter.

The civilians who were held hostage closed their eyes in despair: "Not only did these people not help us, but they also wanted to kill the child. It really is like adding insult to injury."

Jacques ignored the other's ridicule, dodged, stretched out the branch, and pressed lightly with his wrist.

"Snapped!"

"Bang!"

A robber was hit hard on the back of his hand, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The robbers stopped laughing, and the civilians who didn't know the truth also opened their eyes wide.

The robber, whose weapon was knocked out, felt very embarrassed. He immediately picked up the knife on the ground and rushed towards Jacques with what he thought was the most powerful move.

Jacques still waved the inconspicuous branch in a dashing manner.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The robber's weapon was knocked off twice, and his wrists and the back of his hands were covered in blood.

Jacques sighed. Compared to the Marsala garrison, these people were too weak. Their attack was disorganized. They had a lot of muscle but didn't know how to exert their strength, just like a clumsy pig.

"These people are just a mob, untrained villagers. Let's punish them a little." said Gandalf.

"Damn it... Brothers, go!" The bald leader's face was gloomy. He quickly gave orders and commanded more than a dozen bandits to surround Jacques, scaring the civilians so much that they screamed nervously again.