Water and Fire Twins Magician

"Uh...you...you two bastards...actually plotted against me?" Gandalf gritted his teeth.

Castro's vision was blocked by Gandalf, so he couldn't see the other two people, but he could hear their laughter, which made them feel happy but also made others feel uncomfortable.

"What exactly do you want to do? Do you want to break the soul contract? Aren't you afraid of the heavenly calamity?" Gandalf was puzzled.

"Of course not." The voice that spoke was Richard the Lionheart: "Our agreement is that we cannot control the will of the inheritor, not that we cannot kill each other, right?"

"We respect the soul contract between the three parties very much. We also trust your character, Mr. Gandalf, and appreciate your experience and talents as a guide." Bishop Paul said, "So, in the next ten years, the responsibility of raising and protecting the inheritor will be left to you."

Gandalf's entire body was enveloped in a huge dark red ball of light, which was exactly the same as the one Gandalf had used to wrap Castro just now.

"This... is the art of possessing another's body? When did you learn this, Paul? This is dark magic!"

"Dark magic can also be used for good purposes. It is said that we should abandon darkness and turn to light. This is the power of the God of Light."

"You are really disgusting. Hurry up and stop talking so much hypocritical nonsense!" said Richard the Lionheart impatiently.

Gandalf was powerless to resist and his whole body was wrapped by the dark red ball of light. Then the ball of light shrank into a point of light and flew into the baby's wound that was about to heal.

Castro naturally knew what would happen to Gandalf. He himself hadn't adapted yet, and now he had to share a body with an old man?

"Hey! There's no place for you here, don't come over here!"

But he was just a baby, how could he speak? He could only watch another soul move into his body.

At the same time, the healing wind was cast, and Castro's injuries had completely recovered. Richard the Lionheart and Bishop Paul cast several spells on him to protect and strengthen his body.

"Hey, Gandalf, can you hear me?" Lionheart Cha said to the baby on the ground: "The inheritor is not able to use this body yet, so we won't leave the self-defense items with you. We will bury the emergency items in the Ruins Forest. You should remember these coordinates and use them when he grows up."

"Gandalf, you must be careful during this period. You are now like a disabled person imprisoned in a baby's head. All you can use is your experience and wisdom to help this little kid survive. You know that there are many people who want to harm him, regardless of whether they know his identity as the heir." Paul also said.

"Yes, such as those perverts who chopped off his head." Richard the Lionheart scratched his ears and said, "Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. My concubines are still waiting for me in the palace. Gandalf, we will see each other again in fifteen years... no, maybe in just ten years, right? Hahahaha..."

"Great Gandalf, may the God of Light be with you..."

Gandalf's response?

He cursed out all the dirtiest and most vicious words imaginable, but this was only in Castro's head. The two people outside couldn't hear it at all. The only victim was Castro.

Richard the Lion-heart leaned over, picked him up, and left the ruins with Paul.

They were about to investigate the baby's origins, but they happened to meet a young woman at the entrance of the ruins forest who was out of control and crying and shouting for her child back.

Paul chanted a spell and used the magic of light to invade the woman's mind. He read her memory and found that she was the baby's biological mother. He then signaled Richard to place the baby on the path she must pass.

The two hid in the bushes and observed. Sure enough, the woman soon found the baby, picked him up happily and brought him back to town.

"Phew, no surprises, a great thing accomplished."

"Well, next..."

"Of course, we will make good arrangements for Gandalf's funeral."

"You mean, dividing up his mercenary group?"

"After the inheritor took over the body, the look you gave me, isn't that what it meant?"

“Hmm… hehehe…”

"Hahahaha!"

Richard and Paul looked at each other and laughed slyly at the same time. The two men had different personalities and beliefs, and the two forces they represented were incompatible. But they were also very similar, both were opportunists with keen sense of touch. As for framing Gandalf, they only exchanged a glance and reached a tacit agreement.

It seems that before the successor is born, the Love Continent will fall into turmoil.