"What?!! Starting a guild?!!" Makarov sprayed out all the wine in his mouth, straight into Natsu's face, then turned and roared at Achill, "Did you just say you started a guild?! A Mage guild?!!"
"Tch, looks like you really have gone senile!" Achill picked his ear and gave the flustered Makarov a disdainful glance. "What else would it be besides a Mage guild?! Do you think I'd be bored enough to start a burial enthusiasts' association? To help you hurry up and rest in peace??"
"That's not what I meant!!" That single remark left Makarov's old face flushed red. After struggling for a good while, he finally squeezed out a complete sentence. "What I meant was! Haven't you already started a Mage guild?!! Then why are you still here?!!! Why are you still here?!!"
"Hey, hey, don't get so worked up. Careful you don't run out of breath and drop dead~" Seeing Makarov stamping his feet in fury, Achill couldn't resist another malicious jab. "I'm sure the folks down below would welcome you, like that burial enthusiasts' association..."
"#!" A vein instantly bulged on Makarov's forehead. He slammed the table and roared, "You're the one getting buried!!! Your whole family's getting buried!! I haven't lived long enough yet!! I can live for another few hundred years and watch you get buried before me!!!!"
"A few hundred years? Holy crap! Do you think you're Godzilla reincarnated?!! Did eating Jinkela make you spout something that ridiculous?? There, hear that? Someone down below is calling out to you so lovingly~" Achill grinned wickedly. "They're saying your mom wants you home for dinner! Hey, old man, your mom's telling you to hurry down there!! As a dutiful son of the modern age, you shouldn't be wandering around up here! By the way, need a