Water and Fire Twins Magician

The temple guards naturally knew this child. He was the one that even the priests treated with great respect and regarded as the future boss, the one who was identified as a peerless genius in the Helen Festival eight years ago, Master Jacques.

"Ban, look! I told you, it's the right thing to recognize Jacques as the boss, right? In just two years, he has become the martial arts coach of the garrison!"

"Hey, of course I know. Jack, I think in a few years, he will dominate the Love Continent!"

Except for his two half-brothers, all the children in the town looked at this super genius who was about their age with starry eyes.

"Hmph, let me tell you, if anyone dreams of becoming Master Jacques' girlfriend, you can give up now. Because... because I let him do his favorite thing yesterday..." The girl who spoke covered her chest and blushed.

The other girls were all surprised, thinking: "How is it possible? Master Jacques just said to me not long ago..."

When the temple guards heard that the Masala garrison was using the legendary oriental boxing technique, and that it came from a child who was only eight years old, their doubts reached a peak.

But as soon as you think that this boxing master who suddenly appeared out of nowhere is the unprecedented super genius, everything seems to make sense.

Who says a super magic genius can't also be a boxing master? Many super strong men who have left their names in history are both magic and martial arts masters.

Now that such a genius appeared before them, they naturally did not want to miss such an opportunity.

Thus, Jacques' small achievement in martial arts soon reached the ears of the temple priests.

According to their idea, with the potential shown by Jacques, he should be able to at least reach the level of deputy high priest of the main hall.

Although they already knew that Jacques was no ordinary person, they still broke out in a cold sweat when they heard the words "Oriental Boxing".

Have we underestimated his potential?

What's more important is that this child possesses amazing creativity and comprehension. He was able to bring back ancient mysteries that were most likely lost to the world, and they are still as powerful as ever.

If he were allowed to take charge of the temple, he could spread the faith of Goddess Helen in the Love Continent...

Would it be a mistake for a priest to let Jacques stay at home and develop freely until he was eight years old?

Given Jacques' potential, even the chief hall master might want to personally guide him.

"Take this child away immediately and let him receive the blessing of the goddess Helen as soon as possible!"

When the priests expressed their strong desire to bring Jacques back to the main temple immediately, to their surprise, they received a response of opposition.

Beruni held Jacques tightly in his arms: "He is just a child, how can you let him leave his family?"

"Madam, according to the custom of Marsala Ridge, children with potential will be sent to study in the capital before the age of ten. Master Jacques' current age is actually just right."

"But this is too sudden, isn't it? Usually they give a year's notice, right?"

"Normally, that's true. Young Master Jacques would have set off after the Helen Festival next year. But in the past two years, the potential that Young Master Jacques has shown is so amazing that the Temple has to reconsider his education. This is also for the sake of allowing him to develop better..."

The priests spoke in official tones and appeared polite on the surface, but in fact there was no room for negotiation.

Beruni naturally understood, so she could only turn to her husband Tutu and gave him a rare look for help.

Meeting Beruni's eyes, the frivolous stallion coughed dryly and said casually, "I absolutely agree with the temple's judgment, but... Jacques has reasons to stay."

The chief priest's eyes flashed, knowing that the critical moment had arrived.

"Excuse me, Lord, what is the reason?"

"Jacques, as a child born in Marsala Ridge, has not yet passed the Marsala trial." Tutu didn't even blink.

"Marsala...Trial?" The chief priest frowned.

He has been presiding over the Helen Festival in Marsala Ridge for at least twenty years. He has sent many children in the town to the capital city of Troy for education. But he has never heard that these children are going to participate in the Marsala Trial.

After a little thought, the high priest suddenly burst into laughter.