Water and Fire Twins Magician

Of course, the tattoo on the back of Jacques's hand is fake.

The tattoo was almost impossible to imitate. It was so intricate and detailed that it was like Ramines himself showing off his unparalleled talent.

Speaking of imitation, perhaps only Rhodes can do it in this world.

His hatred for Laminais had made him superhumanly persistent. He spent countless years researching and developing this imitation tattoo that was almost useless except for hiding it from others. I'm afraid that no one except Laminais could tell that the tattoos on the backs of Jacques and Bella's hands were fake.

For them, this meant relying solely on willpower and self-control during their time at the academy, and not using fire or wind magic on anyone.

For Jacques, this was just a repetition of what he had done in Marsala. Moreover, it was much easier here than in Marsala, without the round-the-clock surveillance of the goddess Helen's barrier.

But for Bella, self-control? What on earth was that?

Jacques finally managed to coax him: "Well, let me make a bet with you. Until we graduate from Teikyo, we can't use any other familiar magic, and we can't be discovered by anyone. Whoever reveals his hand first loses. The loser will be the winner's younger brother for life. How about it?"

Bella rolled her eyes. "You mean, if I win, I will be the boss and you will be the younger brother, for life?"

"Yes."

"It's a deal! Hahahaha..." Bella smiled with her eyes curved, and it seemed that she was already imagining the life of being the boss.

There was one thing Jacques still couldn't figure out. Since Rhodes had already seen through Bella's transformation and knew that he was a monster, why was he willing to let Bella stay in the academy?

"Whether you are a human or an animal, what does it matter? In my opinion, you are all the same." Rhode shrugged, "No, there is a difference. The magic potential of Warcraft is far superior to that of humans. Because magic is originally a skill of Warcraft."

"Oh, is that so?" Jacques was a little skeptical.

"This involves a very long history. I will tell you slowly when I have the chance."

Therefore, Jacques and Bella, who chose different departments, could only live in the dormitories of their respective departments and carry out their own campus life.

Jacques thought that this would be good for Bella's growth. Letting him try to get along with other people and live together might help him gradually adapt to the identity of a normal person, and he would not want to dominate mankind or massacre your family. After all, Jacques couldn't always be by his side to control him.

And just like that, the new semester began.

After a while, Jacques reviewed his campus life and felt that the daily routine of going to and from school was not as interesting as he had imagined.

The first problem is the age gap.

Combining his age in his past and present lives, he was probably older than some of his teachers. It would be difficult for him to get along with a group of ten-year-old kids.

And his lifestyle was different from others. As a young master in Marsala, he was superior to others. Every day, he was served by those sweet and soft young ladies who obeyed his orders. When he had nothing to do, he would lie in the gentle land and listen to them talk about their affairs in the boudoir. Occasionally, he would pretend to be innocent and tease them. His life was free and easy.

There is also the knowledgeable old man in my mind. Frankly speaking, chatting with him is really beneficial. When I started my own adventure, I met Meister, Paul and others one after another. They were of course good to me, but they were not good people, and even whether they were human was questionable.

Therefore, Jacques felt that it was a bit too dull and boring for him to get along with a group of ordinary people.

Whenever Jacques saw his classmates chasing and playing, he always felt emotional:

"Ah, it's great to be young. There's always unlimited time every day to waste on these meaningless things. I'm so envious..." He seemed to have forgotten that he was younger than many of his classmates.

During class, he always had a small water ball floating in the palm of his right hand. He is still doing that exercise.

The water ball would sometimes tremble, and sometimes be stretched a little, but the amplitude was never large. It was much more difficult than he had imagined to turn the water ball technique into a water spiral technique at will. The two times he had succeeded so far were when Richmond attacked him, and he used it unconsciously when he counterattacked. Now without external pressure, he couldn't use it at all.

For Jacques, the problem he faced was not how to transform the water ball technique into the water spiral technique, but a sentence that Rhodes said to him:

"Why does the Water Ball Technique have to be transformed into the Water Spiral Technique after its level is upgraded?" Although it seemed like a casual remark, Rhodes' eyes were extremely sharp when he said it, even with a hint of provocation.

It's just a seemingly absurd question. The first-level water attack magic is the Water Ball, and the second-level is the Water Spiral. Isn't this basic common sense?

Jacques naturally guessed that Rhodes must have had other intentions when he said this, but he still couldn't comprehend the mystery, and this mystery was too far away for him at the moment. Now all he wanted to do was to turn the water ball technique in front of him into a water spiral.

Sometimes he was so focused on practicing that he even forgot the time and place. When he came back to his senses from his highly concentrated state, he would find that his classmates were looking at him strangely.

He felt a little embarrassed: "If I put myself in his shoes, if there was someone like this who was in a daze and didn't talk around me, I would probably stay away from him too." He thought self-deprecatingly.

But in fact, no one thought so. They thought it was a bit strange that the red-haired boy kept stubbornly holding the water ball spell. But after they tried it themselves, they knew that if they wanted to be like Jacques, with the water ball spell not launched but suspended in the palm of their hand, they could not maintain it for ten minutes even if they exhausted their magic power, but Jacques could easily maintain it for a whole day.

They immediately respected Jacques. They never expected that such a simple movement could be the most exhausting form of training.