Natsu let out a furious the Roar.
Gray also quickly climbed out of the water, crossing his hands on his chest, and the biting cold air spread in the hall.
"Iron Dragon of Phantom Lord, you still have the nerve to step into Fairy Tail!"
Gray's eyes are cold and piercing, ready to activate Ice Make Magic.
Erza directly summoned the long sword.
The sharp sword blade was pointed directly at Gajeel in the corner, and the sharp sword energy made the tables and chairs around him creak.
"President! What's going on!"
Erza asked loudly, his face full of shock.
This man was the culprit who personally destroyed their old guild and nailed Levy and others to a tree in public display!
Facing everyone's anger, Gajeel still sat there, chewing the piece of iron in his mouth expressionlessly, without even raising his eyelids.
"Stop it all!"
Makarov shouted loudly, and powerful magic pressure swept across the audience, forcibly suppressing the magic power of Natsu and others.
He sighed and jumped down from the second floor.
"Phantom Lord has been disbanded and this young man has nowhere to go now."
Makarov walked up to the crowd and spoke in a deep tone.
"As the president of Fairy Tail, I cannot just watch a lost young man completely fall into darkness. It is my responsibility to guide him to the right path."
After hearing Makarov's explanation, everyone was still angry, but they did not continue to take action.
"Since it is the president's decision, I have nothing to say."
Erza put away the sword, but his eyes were still cold.
"But I will keep an eye on him. If he dares to do anything to harm the guild, I will personally chop off his head."
Erza dropped this sentence coldly.
At this moment, steady footsteps broke the deadlock.
Lu Chongwei passed through everyone and went straight to Gajeel in the corner.
With every step he took, the feeling of oppression belonging to a strong man increased by one point.
The air became thicker and pressed on everyone's heart.
Lu Chongwei stopped in front of the round table and looked down at Gajeel.
"Since you have joined Fairy Tail, you must abide by the rules here."
Lu Chongwei's voice spread throughout the hall.
"Go apologize to Lane Engine Squad. Now."
Lu Chongwei's tone contained a strong command.
Gajeel stopped chewing.
He raised his head and stared at Lu Chongwei with his wild eyes.
The eyes between the two people collided fiercely in the air, seeming to spark sparks.
Just when the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.
"Brother Zhongwei, no need."
Levy walked out of the crowd.
She looked at Gajeel, who was covered in scars, and shook her head slightly.
"Let the past be past. Since the president has accepted him, he is now our companion. I have forgiven him."
Levy's smile is pure and warm.
Hearing this sentence, Gajeel was stunned for a moment.
He lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and said nothing.
Lu Chongwei looked at Gajeel deeply and did not force him again.
He turned around and walked towards the president's room on the second floor.
"Old man, I have something to report to you."
Lu Chongwei opened the door and Da Ma sat down on the sofa.
He picked up a glass of milk on the table and drank it in big gulps.
Makarov sat behind the desk, listening to Lu Chongwei tell Tower of Heaven exactly what happened.
Hearing that Jellal was defeated, Erza felt relieved, and Makarov stroked his beard with joy.
"Well done, Zhongwei. You always make people feel at ease."
Makarov picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
He looked at Lu Chongwei, his eyes became a little strange.
"Zhongwei, I'm getting old, and I feel more and more powerless recently."
Makarov sighed, his tone full of vicissitudes of life.
"I have decided to pass on the position of president to you. You will be the eighth generation president of Fairy Tail."
"Pfft--!"
The big mouthful of milk Lu Chongwei just took into his mouth sprayed every drop on Makarov's face like a fountain.
White liquid dripped down Makarov's beard.
"Ahem! What nonsense are you talking about, old man!"
Lu Chongwei was choked and coughed violently.
He waved his hands wildly and shook his head like a rattle.
"I don't want to be the president! I have to deal with so many documents every day, and I have to wipe the butt of those idiots Natsu and compensate the destroyed towns! I don't want to die anymore!"
Lu Chongwei rejected this hot potato without hesitation.
Makarov calmly picked up a towel and wiped the milk from his face.
"Don't refuse in a hurry."
Makarov's eyes glowed like an old fox.
"This is a supreme honor, and I won't give it up easily."
"Honor is such a ghost! Whoever likes it deserves it!"
Lu Chongwei put the towel in his hand directly on Makarov's face, turned around and ran out the door.
He didn't want to be tricked by this old fox into signing a contract of betrayal.
Lu Chongwei As soon as he rushed out of the president's room and walked to the railing on the second floor, all the lights in the hall suddenly went out without warning.
The entire guild fell into darkness.
"What's going on? Is there a power outage?"
"Natsu, did you burn down the magic hub again!"
There was a commotion in the hall.
At this moment, a soft white spotlight came down from the ceiling and illuminated the stage in the center of the hall.
Mirajane was wearing a long white dress and sitting quietly on a high stool.
She held an acoustic guitar in her arms, and her long silver hair exuded a soft halo under the light.
She smiled into the microphone and gently plucked the strings with her fingers.
The crisp and sweet guitar sound echoed in the hall.
Immediately afterwards, Mirajane's sweet and gentle singing voice flowed out.
There is no fierce rhythm in the singing, only soothing like spring breeze and rain.
That melody has some kind of magical power, and it penetrates into everyone's heart little by little.
Having experienced the brutality of the Phantom Lord battle and the despair of Tower of Heaven, everyone in the guild is filled with unspeakable fatigue and pain.
But at this moment, all the worries were soothed by the singing.
Natsu sat quietly on the table, and Happy lay on top of his head snoring.
Gray leaned against the pillar, closed his eyes and listened quietly.
Erza is holding a cup of black tea, and the lines on his face become very soft.
The song is over.
The hall was quiet for a few seconds, then burst into thunderous applause and cheers.
"It sounds so good! Sister Mira!"
"One more song!"
Mirajane smiled, bowed to everyone, and walked off the stage with his guitar in his arms.
"Now, please invite the next performer."
Marcus took the microphone and announced loudly.
The spotlight is on again.
When everyone saw the people standing on the stage clearly, cheers got stuck in their throats.
Gajeel was wearing an extremely ill-fitting white suit and an exaggerated top hat on his head. He was holding a wild-looking electric guitar in his hand and posing in front of the microphone in what he thought was a cool pose.