Oba Babasama

Three days later, Fairy Tail.

Eleven was spinning in place... at a speed so high it felt like his brains were about to spill out...

Spin me around! I'll spin you!

Behind Eleven, an old woman, so thin she was practically skin and bones, was twirling her fingers and muttering indignantly to Eleven.

Eleven tried to fight back, but he was completely powerless! The old woman's magic was ridiculously absurd, yet it was impossible to resist. No matter how much Telekinesis Eleven used, he couldn't stop himself from spinning.

Finally, Eleven couldn't take it anymore. Before he vomited, he cast a pleading look at Makarov, not wanting to see his vomit swirling and blooming around him.

However, Makarov, sitting at the bar, acted as if he hadn't seen anything and leisurely took a sip of his drink.

Eleven are spinning so fast, who can see what that look in his eyes is? I, for one, certainly can't! Never mind, never mind.

After a long while, seeing that Makarov still didn't react, the old woman finally couldn't hold back any longer and burst out cursing, "Makarov, you shameless old man, don't think that just because you're not saying anything, this matter is over! Fairy Tail will have to pay half of the compensation for that Zaun town!"

Makarov looked somewhat uneasy, but still tried to remain calm, letting out a hiccup. "Hiccup, Oba, stop being unreasonable. This is clearly a mission from your Lamia Scales, what does it have to do with Fairy Tail? Stop messing with our kid."

After saying that, Makarov gave the old woman named Oba a shameless smile.

This old woman is none other than Oba Barbasama, the guild master of Lamia Scale. She's come after Fairy Tail to demand an explanation!

"Hmph! Hurry up and pay, or I'll spin you too!" Enraged by Makarov's shamelessness, Oba gritted her teeth and twitched her fingers, causing Eleven's spinning speed to increase by another three points.

"Help!" Eleven's cries for help echoed through the air...

At this moment, Makarov simply pretended not to hear anything, neither Oba's demands for money nor Eleven's cries for help! As people get older, not only do their eyesight deteriorate, but their hearing also fails them!

As for the other members of the guild, they didn't dare to interfere while the two guild leaders were chatting, and instead just watched the drama unfold quietly.

Although Oba seemed to have ill intentions, she felt somewhat guilty. So, she figured she might as well sacrifice Eleven and let him go for a bit. He wouldn't die anyway, and it was quite amusing to watch!

Lisanna was secretly relieved that her older sister was still resting at home and hadn't come to the guild, otherwise she couldn't imagine what it would have been like for her sister to be spun around like that.

Brother Eleven, thank you for taking the blame for my sister! Brother Eleven, you're awesome!!

Seeing Makarov's stubbornness, Oba was speechless. Although she had known about his personality since she was young, she never expected him to become even more shameless as he got older.

Reluctantly, Oba decided to let Eleven for the time being; she didn't want the brat's vomit to get on her new floral dress!

Looking at Eleven on the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing, Oba couldn't help but think of her own silly bald man. How could he have been outsmarted by such a brat! And then he even went back and spoke well of him. How incredibly stupid! She used to think highly of that bald guy, but now she felt like his intelligence was a bit lacking!

Thinking about this, Oba became increasingly angry, so Eleven had only rested for less than 30 seconds, started spinning again.

Makarov glanced at Eleven, seemingly feeling he'd taught Eleven a lesson enough, then turned to Oba Barbasoma, his expression serious for the first time. "Alright, Oba, stop fooling around. Tell me what you really want."

"Pay up! I want Fairy Tail in return!" Old woman Oba yelled.

Oh, how much do you want?

"50 million j!"

"No!"

How many do you have?

"3000 j! This is my secret stash of money for buying alcohol. After giving it to you, I won't have any money for alcohol anymore. How pitiful." Makarov looked somewhat disappointed.

Oba:눈_눈...

She realized that it was impossible to squeeze any money out of that old man Makarov. Their Lamia Scales would have to suffer a huge loss this time. They had never lost so much money before, and it hurt so much!

However, Oba was a little unwilling to go back like this. When had she ever suffered such a huge loss? She had originally thought of asking Eleven to work for her to pay off the debt, but after considering it for 0.5 seconds, she gave up. This precious treasure should be kept by Makarov himself. No matter how talented he was, they, the Lamia Scales, couldn't afford to raise him. Who could stand paying compensation every day!

In the end, the guild leader of Lamia Scale could only reluctantly make her final request. "Hmph, fine, if you don't have the money, then forget it. But you have to go to the Magic Council and take the scolding for me! And you have to write my apology letter! I can't afford to lose face like that!"

Upon hearing Oba's condition, Makarov immediately felt relieved.

He knows this business inside and out; he's an expert at it!

It's okay, he's not afraid of losing face. As long as he doesn't mention losing money, being scolded is no big deal!

Makarov agreed immediately, as if afraid that Oba would change her mind.

Oba nodded in satisfaction. After all, being scolded by the Magic Council was quite humiliating for a council leader. Makarov's quick agreement must have stemmed from his guilt, which made Oba feel much better.

Makarov finally managed to drive Oba Barbasoma away, Eleven finally stopped spinning in hell and regained his freedom. However, he was now lying on the ground, unable to move at all.

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I felt dizzy and disoriented, and I didn't even know if I was lying on the ground or on the ceiling.

Little Wendy rushed over to try and treat Eleven, but there's not much that can be done about being dizzy, and Wendy was a bit flustered.

Lisanna, standing to the side, kept poking Eleven with her little hand, looking somewhat apologetic, but she couldn't hide the sly smile in her eyes.

Happy stepped right on Eleven's head, covered his mouth with his little paws, and openly chuckled.

Natsu looked at Eleven with a hint of envy. That magic, spinning and turning, looked so interesting! Eleven is so lucky to have the chance to experience such fascinating magic.

Fortunately, Natsu didn't voice his thoughts, otherwise Eleven would definitely have let him experience the thrill of spinning around too!

Eleven didn't get to rest on the ground for long. Before long, he felt someone grab his collar and drag him outside.

"Huh? Grandpa, where are you taking me?" Eleven asked weakly, looking up.

"Of course I'm going to the Magic Council; I already promised them," Makarov said matter-of-factly.

"Huh? Then why did you bring me along?"

"You're the one who caused all this trouble, so of course you have to take the scolding with me!"

"Oh... I see..."

My God! I actually received a huge reward! I actually have a captain now!

I'm so happy!

I'll try my best to see if I can add more chapters in the next couple of days!

I... I'm going to explode too! (Feeling guilty...)