Erza is like a strict disciplinary committee member, naming and criticizing one by one. In just a few minutes, Fairy Tail, who was originally a mess, turned out to be in order, and even those guys who usually like to cause trouble are as well-behaved as quails.
Lucy was dumbfounded.
"So... so awesome..." Lucy murmured to himself, "I can actually suppress these monsters by myself..."
After rectifying the discipline, Erza was a little satisfied. She walked in front of Natsu and Gray, the expression on her face softened a little.
"Natsu, Gray."
"Here!" The two of them said in unison, their bodies tense.
"I have something to ask you."
Erza's words stunned the two of them, and the people around them who listened with their ears perked up also showed surprised expressions.
The strongest Erza would actually ask someone else to help him?
"In the process of defeating monsters this time, I found some strange clues, involving a rather difficult incident." Erza's expression became solemn, "It may be a little troublesome to deal with it with my own strength. So I need your help."
"Where are we going?" Natsu asked subconsciously.
"We will set off early tomorrow morning." Erza did not directly answer the location, but looked at the two of them, "How about it? Are you willing to help me?"
Natsu and Gray looked at each other. Although they were usually afraid of Erza, Fairy Tail would never back down when it came to serious matters like this.
"Tch, since you have begged me." Natsu curled his lips, but his eyes were filled with fighting spirit, "But I have a condition!"
"What conditions?"
"After the mission is over, you have to fight with me!" Natsu clenched his fist and pointed at Erza, "I want to prove that I have become stronger!"
Erza looked at Natsu's eyes full of fighting spirit and smiled.
"Okay. I promise you."
At the same time, Clover Town hundreds of kilometers away.
This is where the presidents of the Fiore Kingdom major Mage guilds hold regular meetings.
In the conference hall, the atmosphere was not as serious as expected. The long conference table was filled with all kinds of food and wine. The presidents gathered together in twos and threes. It was more like having a tea party than a meeting.
Lu Chongwei was sitting on the sofa in the corner, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, with a look of despair on his face.
"Oh my, is this the legendary newcomer Fairy Tail? He looks really handsome~"
An old man wearing a fancy suit, with a round figure and heavy makeup on his face was holding Lu Chongwei's hand tightly, with a gleam in his eyes that made Lu Chongwei's skin crawl.
This is the president of Blue Pegasus, Bob.
"President Bob, can you let go first..." Lu Chongwei tried to pull his hand back, but the opponent's hand was surprisingly strong.
"Don't be so shy~" Bob winked, "Are you interested in joining Blue Pegasus for development? We have many beautiful brothers and sisters there~"
"Ahem!"
Just when Lu Chongwei was about to pull out the knife, a deliberate cough came from the side.
Makarov walked over with a wine glass in hand, a look of pride on his face that could not be concealed.
"Bob, don't take any chances with this kid. He is our guild's treasure, and he won't sell it no matter how much money we give him."
Makarov sat down on the chair next to him, crossed his legs, and glanced at the several small guild leaders around him.
"Besides, this boy's strength is not just bragging."
Makarov's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, wishing that the whole audience could hear it.
"Some time ago, he had a discussion with Lamia Scale's Jura over there at Magic Council. Tsk, tsk, tsk, that battle was so dark!"
The presidents around him all cast curious glances.
Jura·Neekis. That is the powerful person ranked Ten Wizard Saints. The name of Rock Iron and Jura is resounding throughout the magic world.
"What's the result?" The president of a small guild couldn't help but ask.
Makarov took a sip of wine and laughed:
"The result? Needless to say! Although that kid Jura is powerful, he is still a bit tender in front of our Lu Chongwei! Lu Chongwei just took it a little seriously and suppressed him!"
"Really or not?!"
"Can even Ten Wizard Saints be suppressed? This young man looks only twenty years old, right?"
Hearing the exclamations around him, Makarov's vanity was greatly satisfied. He patted Lu Chongwei on the shoulder, and the wrinkles on his face burst into laughter.
"That's right! Don't even look at who brought the soldiers out!"
Lu Chongwei covered his face, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Old man, can you make a draft to brag? It was obviously a tie at that time, and Jura kept the hand. You directly changed it to suppression, and you are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue.
At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly broke in.
"Hmph! Makarov, you old guy is talking nonsense again!"
Everyone looked around and saw a short old woman with hair coiled in a spiral, walking over angrily.
The president of Lamia Scale, Ooba Babesama.
"You said that brat beat Jura?" Oba Baba pointed at Lu Chongwei with a look of disdain, "Jura is our guild's trump card, it's Ten Wizard Saints! How could he lose to such a young brat!"
"Who are you saying is still young?!" Makarov instantly became furious and jumped up from his chair, "Facts speak louder than words! Everyone in Magic Council saw it at that time!"
"That's Jura's modesty! I don't want you to look too ugly!" Oba Baba turned the rosary in his hand and said in an aggressive tone, "Since you boast so well, do you dare to let them compete again?"
"It's a competition! Who's afraid of whom!" Makarov also had a bad temper and accepted the challenge on the spot, "Everyone happens to be here today, so let everyone be a witness!"
"Okay!" Oba Baba sneered, "I'll call Jura over now! If you lose later, I'll see where you put your old face!"
Lu Chongwei was sitting on the sofa, watching these two old men, who together were almost two hundred years old, bickering like children, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.
"Um... can I ask the person involved for his opinion?"
Lu Chongwei raised his hand weakly.
"Shut up!"
Makarov and Oba Baba roared in unison.
Lu Chongwei silently put down his hand, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
This damn regular meeting is indeed a trap.
Oba Baba is a resolute person.
She took out the communication Magic Crystal on the spot and yelled a few words at the other end. In less than ten minutes, the door of the conference hall was pushed open.
A burly, bald man walked in.
He was wearing a khaki robe, with a huge string of rosary beads hanging around his neck, and a gentle and calm expression on his face. But even if he did nothing and just stood there, an aura as thick as a mountain would naturally emanate.