Water and Fire Twins Magician

After many twists and turns, Jacques finally left Marsala, the place that nurtured him but also suppressed his true potential, and arrived in a new world, breathing the air freely. This was also the first time that Jacques set foot on land outside his hometown after his rebirth.

Even if he wanted to turn back, there was no way out. But why bother looking for a way out? For Jacques, there was an infinitely vast world in front of him, waiting for him to explore freely.

As for Gandalf and Paul, they certainly knew that this great inheritor of the Skyfire had a promising future. They were already imagining what kind of storm would come to the Love Continent when Jacques joined their organization. Of course, it was too early to say this now. The first task at hand was to leave this primeval forest on the border of the Saxon Empire.

Before officially embarking on the adventure, they first had to take care of two things.

The first thing, naturally, is the nameless sword in Jacques's hand.

After successfully drawing the sword in the secret room, Jacques was immediately sucked in by the crack in the barrier and had no time to study the sword carefully.

Now looking at it carefully, the sword is still the same as the first time I saw it, simple and restrained. Although it has no edge, it faintly reveals a strong murderous aura, as if there are many secrets sealed in it, waiting for the owner to slowly discover. But at first glance, it is just an ordinary ancient sword.

"Perhaps the previous owner of the sword, for some reason, deliberately cast a spell to seal the sword's appearance, so it became what it is now." Gandalf said, "Otherwise, it is unusual for a sword without an edge to be stained with such a strong murderous aura."

What was even more strange was that only when Jacques held the hilt of the sword would the sword exude that ancient and mysterious aura. Once Jacques put the sword down, not only would the sword lose its murderous aura, but the blade would also become darker, like scrap copper and rotten iron.

The sword's disguise was so clever that even Gandalf, who often regarded himself as a master of weapons, could not see through it, which made the master a little depressed.

"I just don't believe it. It's fine if I don't recognize it, but I can't even see through its true face. Let me think about it carefully. Are there any legends about fallen nobles or lost magic weapons in history..."

"Since we don't know its name and Meister can't tell it, I will continue to call it the Sword of Marsala," said Jacques.

The sword of Marsala gave Jacques a feeling of innate familiarity and intimacy. Although the hilt of the sword was not designed to match the owner's grip, Jacques felt comfortable using it, just like an extension of his arm, and felt natural and comfortable when wielding it.

"Weapons that recognize their master usually have this feeling." Gandalf said, "When you drew the sword, didn't you already infuse it with the power of the skyfire? You can say that it is now part of your flesh and blood, and even your soul."

However, Jacques soon realized that this sword was not worthy of being described as friendly or reserved.

This primeval forest is full of vitality. In addition to the common birds and beasts, Jacques found many magical beasts, but their strength did not seem to be as strong as the magical beasts in the Chu Ruins. Most of them were only about the first level in strength and had no obvious hostility towards humans.

Jacques is certainly not the kind of person who kills for fun. What he expected was a relaxing and enjoyable outdoor trip, but because of someone's behavior, he got into trouble.