An Agreement with the Guild Master

Because someone went into seclusion, the world returned to its original peaceful and harmonious state... Well, actually, that's not quite the right way to put it, because Asland doesn't stop turning just because someone goes into seclusion, so some things that are bound to happen will still happen.

For example, under Empress Irene's leadership, the Erus Empire successfully resolved the hidden danger of Stellara Stone and transformed it into a new type of renewable energy, applying it to various fields. Another example is Ulu on the northern continent, who, after obtaining two secret manuals, studied them day and night, his strength increasing daily. Yet another example is Jude and Leila, who, after someone caused trouble in Agarifa, left the Merchant Guild, founded their own company, and began taking over the railroad business.

Of course, besides these good things, there are also some troublesome things that give people a headache.

The first and foremost issue was the Tower of Paradise incident, which had caused headaches for all the legitimate mage guilds and the Magic Council. They had gone to great lengths to hunt down and eliminate these outlaws. But these guys were like weeds; once cut down, they would immediately grow back. What was even more troublesome was that these guys were growing at an extremely rapid pace. After their previous failures, their structure became more and more rigorous, their actions more and more secretive, and their methods more and more ruthless.

As the number of victims continues to increase, coupled with the prolonged lack of results in the arrest operation, the public pressure on the regular mage guilds and the Magic Council is growing.

Secondly, not long ago, the three most powerful dark guilds in Ishgar — Grimoire Heart, Grimoire Heart, Tartaros —formed a peace pact, creating the Balam Alliance.

Third, the Albares Empire in the Western Continent is showing signs of activity and seems to intend to attack Ishgar.

Fortunately, the army of the Erus Empire was strong and alert enough to deliver a crushing blow and scare them back.

Ishgar spent four relatively peaceful months like this. Then one day, the long-silent Magic Library suddenly stirred with new activity.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a beam of icy blue light shot out from the smooth library wall.

A moment later, the pillar of light dissipated, revealing a silver-haired young man... a silver-haired savage, and the layout of the library.

"Phew! I've finally mastered this magic. It's time to go out and explore!"

"Call!"

The moment the silver-haired savage finished speaking, a cool Clear Wind blew into the library through the large hole, simultaneously bringing someone's oblivious nerves back to normal.

"Forget it, I'd better fix the library first, otherwise I won't have anywhere to meditate next time!"

As he spoke, the silver-haired savage raised his right hand and shouted towards the cave entrance, "Time Arc - Reverse Flow!"

The moment the silver-haired savage finished speaking, the bricks and tiles that had fallen to the ground suddenly swam back up and returned to their original positions.

Looking at the walls restored to their original state, the savage nodded, then disappeared into the library riding on a silvery-white light.

Magnolia, Boys' Dormitory

After some cleansing and preparation, the person successfully broke free from the ranks of the savages and rejoined the civilized world.

"Coo coo"

Hearing the protests of his stomach, the silver-haired boy shook his head with a wry smile.

"Hehe! Looks like my plan to sleep in will have to be postponed!"

After saying this, the silver-haired boy sighed and then headed towards the place called the restaurant, following the path he remembered.

However, when he arrived at his destination, he found it deserted. Left with no other option, he returned to his room, withdrew some funds from his savings account, and then used the Teleportation Array to travel to a restaurant in town.

After spending fifteen minutes filling his stomach and storage space, the His Majesty the King, remembering his current identity, swayed and walked towards the guild.

"Bang"

Because one of them had his eyes looking up, he was bumped right into by Macao, who rushed out of the guild's main gate, when he arrived at the gate.

"Whoosh..."

Feeling the pain in his chest, the man complained before he could even get up, "Brother, it's one thing for me not to watch where I'm going, but why don't you watch where you're going too!"

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, so..."

At this point, Macao suddenly stopped, because he realized that the other person's voice sounded familiar.

"Sordil, is that you?"

"That's me!"

After sitting up, rubbing his chest, Old Suo reached out his hand to Macao.

"Brother, I can't get up, can you lend me a hand!"

Looking at Sordil was rubbing his chest, frowning, and wearing a "I'm Lin Daiyu" expression, Macao thought to himself, "Damn! Is this guy planning to extort money from me for medical expenses?"

Thinking of this, Macao left an apology and then quickly fled the scene of the crime.

"What the hell! I'm not a virus, why are you avoiding me like that?!"

After making a complaint, Sordil Baby snorted angrily, then stood up and walked towards the guild.

"Holy crap! What's going on? It's understandable that no one's in the dorm, but why is nobody here either?!"

Looking at the empty guild hall, Sordil exclaimed in surprise, his head practically glowing with excitement, and then he walked around the hall and headed straight for the guild leader's room.

"Squeak"

The moment the door opened, a pungent smell of alcohol hit him, almost making Old Suo faint.

"Eek... hiccup... you're here, come... drink with me... hiccup..."

Looking at Makarov, whose face was flushed and whose brows were furrowed with worry, Old Suo hurriedly asked, "Guild Master, what happened? Where are the others in the guild?"

Upon hearing Old Suo's question, Makarov threw down his wine glass and burst into tears.

"Waaah... That cult is so awful! They've made it so the guild can't get any quests, and now I'm almost out of money for alcohol... Waaah!"

"A cult? The Tower of Paradise?"

"Waaah... it's them!"

"Guild leader, is everyone absent from the guild because they've gone out to hunt down the cult?"

After Old Suo finished speaking, Makarov, who was weeping, nodded vigorously.

"Did Sonia go too?"

"Yeah! Except for that unreliable guy Sordil, everyone in the guild has gone to search for the cult."

When someone openly criticized him for being unreliable, Old Suo's face instantly turned into a red signal light covered in soot.

After processing this awkward moment, Sordil gave Makarov a cooling treatment to help him regain his senses.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a ball of orange-red flame appeared on Old Suo's right hand. After drying Makarov with it, Old So asked softly, "Chairman, could you please tell me some detailed information about the cult?"

"Gulp"

After wiping away his embarrassment and panic with saliva, Makarov began to recount all the information about the cult.

Fifteen minutes later, Makarov finished his account, and Sordil had obtained all the information he needed. (You're probably wondering why Old Suo didn't just read Makarov's mind directly, but instead chose to obtain information through questioning. The answer is simple: it's considered impolite to read someone's mind without their permission, so Old Suo only reads other people's minds when facing an enemy.)

"President, I can help you resolve the cult issue, but in return, you need to teach me all magic except for Fairy Law."

Upon hearing the other party's request, Makarov shook his head and said, "Sordil, it's not that I'm unwilling to teach you, but I'm afraid that these things will affect your strength. After all, you can't bite off more than you can chew!"

"Haha! President, don't worry, I know what I'm doing and I won't joke around with my future."

"Alright! Since you insist, I'll agree to your conditions."

"It's a deal!"

When the last character fell, only Makarov and the lingering silvery-white glow remained in the room.

Hearing the lingering echoes in his ears, Makarov sighed, "Alas! I hope this really won't affect his strength, otherwise I'll have to find a successor again!"

After saying that, the president put those things out of his mind and started drinking heavily again.

After leaving Fairy Tail, Old Suo did not act rashly, but instead activated the Teacher-Student Contract in his mind and contacted August.

"August, is Erza alright?"

Looking down at Erza, who was playing, Xiao Ou replied, "Teacher, everything is normal here, there's nothing wrong."

"A major event may occur in Rosemary Village in the next few days. You must keep a close eye on things and make sure nothing goes wrong!"

Noticing the change in Sordil's tone, August hurriedly asked, "Teacher, what's wrong? Is someone targeting Junior Sister?"

After August finished speaking, Old Suo was silent for a long time before replying, "A cult has appeared!"

Upon hearing this, there was a long silence on the other end of the contract.

"Teacher, I know what to do!"

"Xiao Ou, if they really went there, let me know immediately and I will take care of them. It's not time for you to expose yourself yet."

"I understand, teacher!"

After ending his call with August, Old Suo out the Communication Magic Crystal he had previously obtained from Tingmei and began a second call.

"Tingmei, immediately send someone to investigate the open sea off Kaelum and see if there is any situation."

"I understand. I'll send people to investigate right away!"

Just as the other party was about to end the call, Old Suo hurriedly added a request.

"Tingmei, if you discover anything, don't act rashly. Notify me immediately."

"Clear!"

When the Communication Magic Crystal lost its luster, Old Suo put it back into his storage space and murmured as he gazed into the distance, "Alright, preparations complete. Now it's time to end this game of hide-and-seek!"

The moment the words left his mouth, a dazzling Silver-White Light flashed in mid-air, and then the area was taken over by a biting cold wind.