Water and Fire Twins Magician

In order to please his wife, Lord Tutu bravely acted like a real man. He stood up in front of the chief priest of the Goddess Temple and bought three months for Jacques. After Jacques passed the Marsala trial, he would follow the people of the Goddess Temple to Troy to receive elite education.

So far, Jacques's understanding of the boss came almost entirely from observation as a bystander. Tutu had never had a serious conversation with Jacques. Of course, he couldn't blame him, after all, in his eyes, Jacques was just an ignorant child.

It is well known that Tutu has always been good at wandering among flowers and has no interest in communicating with the same sex.

He told Jacques to pass the Marsala Trial before leaving, which was almost like announcing that Jacques would inherit the position of lord. But even so, when it came to the trial, he became nonchalant again.

"Ah...trial, um...Mester! Butler Mester will take care of it for you." Tutu scratched his head, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't remember it after thinking about it, so he simply gave up and picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp.

"As you command, I will arrange it according to your lordship's orders." Meister bowed politely, then suddenly turned to Jacques, his eyes becoming sharp.

"Master Jacques, please rest assured. Meister will do his best to help you pass the trial."

Gandalf kept reminding Jacques not to be intimidated by the other party's aura or overreact, but to remain calm and composed and act mysterious.

After several years of training, Jacques' acting skills have improved a lot. He skillfully showed a harmless smile and smiled mischievously at Meister.

Meister was obviously quite pleased with Jacques's reaction.

In the eyes of Jacques and Gandalf, under the current circumstances, the Marsala Trial is their only hope of escape. After all, they have finally been reborn as human beings. Is it just a matter of being the leader of children in this isolated seaside town for a few years and then it's over?

No one would be willing to accept this.

Therefore, they decided to escape from Masala Ridge within three months at all costs.

However, leaving this remote place was an extremely troubling task even for the experienced Gandalf.

Marsala is a small town with deep mountains and dense forests on its back and the boundless sea in front. Therefore, if you want to leave Marsala, the better choice should be to take the sea route.

All the resources that Masala Ridge lacked were delivered by sea. If the residents wanted to leave the country by sea, they had to register and obtain a magic certificate for leaving the country. Without a magic certificate, they could not disembark at any port in the Iliad Federation, including Troy, and could only sneak across the border.

But Gandalf was firmly against smuggling.

"No matter where you jump into the sea or which direction you swim to during the voyage, you are still in Troy and in Helen's sphere of influence. Who is Helen? She is the goddess of water. If you take the water route, isn't that equivalent to running naked in front of her in protest? You can only go by land!" said Gandalf.

"By land? Isn't that even more impossible?" Jacques was practicing the water element. He could easily control thousands of water droplets to dance freely in the room. Under the refraction of the sunlight, they were as bright as stars and extremely gorgeous, making the maids who were peeking at them intoxicated.

In fact, Jacques had once pretended to be a child with innocent curiosity and asked Beruni about the situation of the dense forest outside Marsala. But his mother didn't know much about the Marsala Ridge. She only knew that no one had ever reached Marsala from the direction of the dense forest.

"Because my mother married here from another place. As for where my mother's home is, please let me keep it a secret until little Jacques comes of age~" This was Beruni's answer at the time.

Gandalf guessed that someone might have set up a barrier, but he had no intention of explaining it to Jacques at the moment.

"It's a long story, and I don't think you will understand it. This involves the history of a hundred years of war between the two countries. I will tell you slowly when I have time later." Gandalf said, "Alas! In this case, it is impossible to leave Marsala Ridge through the dense forest. Back then, Richard the Lionheart, Cardinal Paul, and I, the three great masters of the Holy Land, were rushing to welcome the arrival of the inheritor of the Skyfire, that is, you, a kid, but we were not sure we could pass through the dense forest. We had no choice but to sneak across the border, penetrated deep into the Trojan Federation, and secretly passed four checkpoints before we came to this rural area without anyone noticing. This place is almost isolated from the world for foreigners."

"As for the route we took back then, you don't have to think about it. You can't even fly in the air, so how can you use the sea to circumvent surveillance?"

"So, does that mean we have no way out?" Jacques was a little discouraged.

"Then you don't understand. You haven't mastered the way of thinking of the emperor." Gandalf said seriously: "Since you can't walk through the dense forest, you can't fly through it, so just go through it from below."

"Go through? Dig a tunnel? It's such a big forest. You might as well teach me how to fly now. It would probably be faster." Jacques pouted, thinking Gandalf was joking.

"The key lies in the place where you were reborn, the Chu Ruins."

Jacques' eyes lit up.