The Noble Ladies' Bizarre Requests!

The morning sunlight fell on the wooden table in the guild hall.

As soon as Jiang Bai stepped through the gate, he heard Natsu's loud and energetic shout.

"Haha! I feel like I could beat three of myself from yesterday!"

Gray crossed his arms and snorted coldly.

"Hmph! Then I can take on five of them."

Natsu's eyes widened.

"What?! I could take on ten of you!"

The others around them burst into laughter as they watched the two clowns bickering in the hall so early in the morning.

Jiang Bai walked straight past them, showing no intention of getting involved.

When Makarov, who was standing next to the bar, saw Jiang Bai approaching, he immediately raised his right hand and waved to him.

Jiang Bai strode over.

Makarov pulled a thick stack of letters from his pocket and slammed them on the bar.

"You brat! I have a specific request for you."

Jiang Bai didn't even lift his eyelids, simply waving his hand.

"I'm not going."

Joke.

I have over a billion J in my account right now, I'm not short of money at all, only a fool would take on some ridiculous mission.

Besides, Erza and Mirajane are finally home together, and I haven't had enough of those warm and cozy days of sleeping together under the same blanket. Who would want to go out and endure the elements?

Makarov slammed his fist on the table, his eyes wide with anger.

"You brat! Is this the attitude a mage should have?"

"If we keep piling up requests here without processing them, it will lower our guild's overall rating in the Magic Council!"

Jiang Bai pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a sip of the hot milk Mirajane handed him.

"It doesn't matter."

"Anyway, those who post the quests are just doing it for the novelty, and the guild's rating isn't going to be very high anyway."

"Once Natsu take on a few more missions, they can blow up a few more buildings around the mission locations."

Jiang Bai glanced sideways at Makarov and slowly added a sentence.

"Then, old man, you'll be busy writing thick self-criticisms again."

This statement instantly and precisely struck at Makarov's sore spot.

The old man's mind immediately conjured up the terrifying scene of Magic Council for a three-hour lecture, and his face fell.

In a corner on the other side of the hall.

Macao and Wakaba, holding large beer mugs, looked enviously at the mountain of letters piled up in the direction of the bar.

Macao took a big gulp of beer, his tone sour.

"It's so enviable, I'm filled with jealousy and resentment. Another flood of specific requests."

Wakaba exhaled a smoke ring and counted the number of envelopes on the table.

"How many times has this been since we returned to the capital? Who can count them all?"

Marcus wiped his hands with the cloth and shook his head.

"Who knows? Anyway, ever since the Grand Magic Games ended, all the main mages who participated in the competition have been receiving special requests from time to time."

Macao sighed.

"This era already belongs to the young people."

Wakaba patted his old partner on the shoulder.

"We old folks shouldn't try to outshine those monsters."

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously raised their glasses.

"Come on, let's drink!"

To put it bluntly, these two old guys were just finding an excuse to drink openly in broad daylight.

Makarov, who was seething with rage, turned around Roar when he heard the voices of these two bastards.

You two old bastards!

"Our guild quest board is overflowing with regular quests, and you guys still have the nerve to come here and use the excuse of drinking!"

"Get back to work right now!!"

Amid Makarov's furious roar, Macao and Wakaba fled in panic, clutching their wine bottles.

The hall was noisy again.

These days, the other members of the guild have been receiving their assigned tasks fairly normally.

For example, Natsu and Gray's requests are mostly to quell rioting monsters in surrounding towns or to escort caravans through dangerous canyons.

The specific commissions that fell to Jiang Bai were so bizarre that they were truly astonishing.

Compared to the fighting and killing, the vast majority of the letters Jiang Bai received were private correspondence from noble ladies and socialites from various places.

Since they could never see Jiang Bai in public, these noble ladies, who were of high status, came up with the idea of inviting Jiang Bai to a meeting by issuing a guild quest.

The contents of the letters were incredibly varied and bizarre.

It's relatively normal to ask Jiang Bai to be a personal bodyguard.

More often, they simply send out invitations for a candlelight dinner.

Some aristocratic young ladies, with extremely unconventional ideas, even bluntly expressed in their letters their desire to have a powerful and outstanding offspring like Jiang Bai, and invited Jiang Bai to their residences for a special inoculation.

Looking at these varied and creative letters, Jiang Bai deeply understood four words.

When a woman goes completely insane and acts like a scoundrel, men have no say in the matter.

Fortunately, all these so-called designated requests can be refused at will, after all, Fairy Tail is not one of those platforms that send people to provide services.

Jiang Bai casually tossed the thick stack of invitations from aristocratic ladies into the wastepaper basket.

Just as Jiang Bai was about to turn around and walk towards the familiar recliner, Makarov suddenly stared wide-eyed at the commission in his hand.

Because he could see the signature on the envelope.

Makarov slammed his hand on the bar.

"Wait a minute, you brat, you absolutely can't slack off on this assigned task."

"I have to go, and I have to do it perfectly."

Jiang Bai frowned and stopped in his tracks.

"Oh? Who wrote the letter that would make an old man like you so concerned?"

Makarov took a deep breath and solemnly uttered a name.

"Because the client this time is named Warrod Sinken!"

"One of the Ten Wizard Saints, Four Heavenly Kings of Ishgar!"