Back to the Eastern Forest

"In this way, everyone's attention will shift from why the Magic Council was destroyed to why Jose wanted to destroy the Magic Council."

The power of the "Ten Wizard Saints" is known throughout the world. If the Magic Council were to be destroyed by such monsters, everyone would understand. After Ten Wizard Saints, there are only ten such monsters on the entire continent, so it's normal that we couldn't stop them.

We could even extract a portion of the footage from the Recording Magic Crystal showing "Jose" destroying the Magic Council, add our own shock and helplessness at the time, highlight our despair, and garner sympathy.

Finally, we recounted our grief in public, strongly condemned Jose, and affirmed that we were the victims.

"Instead of being powerless and standing by and watching the Magic Council be destroyed."

Ogre and Crawford Him:...

How despicable! If Jose Bora heard these words, no one could protect Michello.

The two listened in stunned silence Michello Michello the pros and cons and how to protect themselves in this crisis, as if they were meeting him for the first time.

After Michello finished speaking, Crawford Him immediately retorted, "Jose will definitely not admit to framing us. What if he comes to the Magic Council to question us?"

Michello pointed to the Recording Magic Crystal on the ground. "The Magic Council has at least a hundred Recording Magic Crystal that record the fact that ' Jose ' destroyed the Magic Council."

Whether this "Jose" is real or fake doesn't matter; people only believe what they see.

If Jose wants to prove that he didn't destroy the Magic Council, he'll have to find evidence that will convince the entire continent, or he'll have to capture the fake Jose.

None of this has anything to do with us, the Magic Council, who are the victims.

Moreover, the fake Jose was able to fight Makarov for so long, so he must be quite strong. It certainly won't be something Jose can accomplish in a short time if he wants to capture him.

By the time Jose catches the fake Jose, the uproar over the destruction of the Magic Council will have long since died down, and few people will care about it anymore.

After saying that, Michello tapped the ground with his cane, as if urging the two of them to make a decision quickly.

Crawford Sim nodded; Michello's idea suited him perfectly.

The two then looked at Ogre, Ogre a very good relationship with Jose; they could be considered close friends.

Previously, tricky tasks within the Magic Council were all assigned to Jose by Ogre.

At this moment, struggling with his decision, Ogre faced the dual gazes of Crawford Him and Michello, and after a brief struggle, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and nodded.

Jose will have to suffer...

"Better to sacrifice a friend than myself," Ogre believed Jose would understand him.

Seeing this, Crawford Himm's beard twitched slightly, and he smiled with satisfaction, "Now that we have a solution, let's hurry out so that the people outside don't have to wait any longer."

"Michello, later revise your remarks into a statement, then give it to me to stamp. I'll have it distributed overnight."

We need to take the initiative and establish a positive image of the victim beforehand, preventing public opinion from escalating.

Meanwhile, when Makarov found Hughes, Hughes had already exited Armament Haki mode and returned to his original form.

He was lying in the deep pit, covered in blood, sleeping like an infant.

Makarov: (╯▽╰)

"Do you really have to keep giving this old man something to do every day?" Makarov sighed.

Then, magic surged from his palm, weaving a golden magic net; the net soared, wrapped around Hughes's body, and lifted him out of the deep pit.

Makarov gestured, and a golden magic net carried Hughes, making him float in mid-air like a balloon, closely following behind Makarov.

Makarov then took Hughes and quickly headed towards the outskirts of Magnolia Town.

This kid is badly injured; we need to find Porlyusica to treat him right away.

It wasn't that he intended to use excessive force to kill Hughes; it was simply that Hughes's physical strength was incredibly terrifying during their fight.

Makarov himself wasn't sure how much water to add, so...

As one of the "Ten Wizard Saints," his magical power is naturally profound. When he uses all of this surging magical power to travel, perhaps only a space mage can rival him.

A day later, in the forest to the east of Magnolia Town, Makarov pushed open the heavy door, panting heavily.

"Porlyusica, check on Hughes first!"

While busy making reagents, Porlyusica turned around in confusion and was shocked to see Hughes covered in blood.

He quickly told Makarov to put Hughes on the hospital bed.

After a rather complicated diagnosis, Porlyusica's furrowed brow relaxed slightly. She stood up, glanced sideways at Makarov, then grabbed a broom not far away and swept Makarov out of the ward.

She was 100% certain that the wounds on Hughes's body were inflicted by Makarov.

"Explain yourself! Why is Hughes' body filled with your magic?!" Porlyusica turned and stared at Makarov, who was lying on the ground outside the door, her voice icy.

Is this guy crazy? He's so ruthless to his own guild members!

Seeing that Porlyusica was about to raise the broom to hit himself on the head again, Makarov quickly stood up, waved his hand, and explained, "The child within Hughes... the magic is indeed mine. The reason is complicated, and I'll explain it to you later. The most important thing right now is to heal Hughes; we absolutely cannot let him have any lasting effects."

Porlyusica had known Makarov for decades and trusted him implicitly; what angered her was that Makarov shouldn't have been so ruthless towards his own people.

She had just examined him and found that Hughes had at least ten broken bones and his internal organs were damaged to varying degrees.

Fortunately, Hughes has a special body and outstanding recovery ability; if it were someone else, they would definitely be left with a lot of health problems later.

"Porlyusica, with your abilities, you can heal Hughes, right?" Makarov asked shamelessly.

Porlyusica glanced at him sideways and pointed to the potion station. "Go get the nutritional potion for ten people from the top, and then pour it into Hughes's mouth!"

Makarov chuckled sheepishly and quickly did as he was told, pouring the entire bottle of nutrient solution, which was the size of his head, into Hughes's stomach.

Makarov stood silently by the bedside for a few moments, then paced back and forth restlessly, sighing occasionally.

Porlyusica, annoyed by his shaking, exhaled and said, "Hughes's body is naturally strong; these injuries aren't a big problem for him."

Moreover, during my diagnosis just now, I discovered that he seems to possess a very strong self-healing ability, although this self-healing ability requires a lot of energy.

I reckon that as long as I give him nutritional supplements regularly, he should be able to recover on his own.

However, it may take another two or three days for him to fully recover and regain consciousness.

Go and let Mira come and take care of him. Your pacing around here is just annoying me.