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Makarov was worried that Hughes would share the Recording Magic Crystal with others, and if the guild members saw this, his carefully cultivated image as a good grandfather would be completely ruined.

He lowered his head, feigning grief, tears streaming down his face, in an attempt to awaken Hughes's faint sympathy; his other hand stealthily reached for the Recording Magic Crystal in Hughes's hand.

Some things shouldn't exist in this world!

The cold-faced and iron-hearted Hughes was not fooled by Makarov's soft-trick tactics, and with a snap, he slapped away Makarov's sneak attacking claws.

If Makarov Hughes, how will Makarov ever control that old man again?

His clumsy trick exposed, the thick-skinned Makarov coughed a few times. "Hughes, name your terms. How can you destroy this Recording Magic Crystal?"

Hughes smirked and ruthlessly put the Recording Magic Crystal back into his pocket in front of Makarov.

What a joke! Buying out your rights is nowhere near as satisfying as eating Makarov for a lifetime.

Makarov left in silence. Hughes felt a pang of sadness at the sight of his aged figure as he stepped onto the train, and even the roasted meat in his hand lost its aroma.

"Boss, this grilled meat is cold. Heat it up a bit, and sprinkle more cumin on it!" Hughes handed the owner the skewer of grilled meat he hadn't eaten yet, and then just stuffed the one he was already eating into his mouth.

Oral heating activated...

"Okay, please come inside and have a seat, I'll bring it over to you in a bit." The barbecue restaurant owner took the skewers of meat speechlessly and placed them on the grill to bake.

This customer is probably out of his mind. I just warned him that the meat skewers were cold, but he insisted on eating them, muttering that only eating cold food would make the farewell at the station seem more poignant.

He'd been selling pre-cooked barbecue at the train station for thirty years, and this was the first time he'd heard such an unprecedented statement.

At a barbecue restaurant near Clover Station, Hughes ate meat with sips of soup, occasionally tossing a piece of garlic into his mouth, enjoying his meal with gusto.

He and the old man were going in different directions. Hughes was going to take the train back to Magnolia Town from Clover Station; Makarov, on the other hand, was going to the Magic Council to tell them what had happened in Clover Grand Canyon.

Of course, that's secondary. The most important thing is that the fact that Makarov and Jose, two of the "Ten Wizard Saints Ones," got into a fight at the Guild Alliance meeting was exposed by someone with ulterior motives, which caused a bad public opinion storm in the Ishgar magic world.

Therefore, Makarov needs to go to the Magic Council to discuss some measures to quell this storm.

There is no direct train from Clover Station to the Magic Council; the old man would have to transfer four or five times to reach the Magic Council.

The journey was quite long. After leaving the Clover Grand Canyon, Makarov ate something, changed his clothes, and hurriedly set off again.

Hughes was in a more relaxed situation; he was on a train that would take him directly to Magnolia Town in the evening, and it was still early.

Hughes, now a self-proclaimed gourmet, decided to start by showing off all the delicious food in the entire Clover Station area, and also pick up some Clover Town specialties to bring back for Mira and the others.

Makarov's mission to enter the Clover Grand Canyon and destroy the magic circle sealing Satan was commissioned by the Magic Council, hence the quest he was tasked with completing.

Considering that Hughes played a role in the mission, the two could be considered to have completed the mission as a team. Before going to the Magic Council, the old man specially gave Hughes his share of the money in advance.

Therefore, Hughes could be so carefree at this moment; before this, Hughes was penniless and relied entirely on Makarov when he went out.

Of the money Hughes earned, some went to Mira, and the rest was returned to Makarov.

After all, if you borrow and repay, it's easy to borrow again; if you have money but don't repay it, there's no point in talking about borrowing again.

After eating and drinking his fill, feeling sleepy, Hughes simply found a hotel on the spot, booked a room for a few hours, and slept until almost evening when the train was about to depart.

Inside the station, Hughes revealed his identity as a mage to the ticket inspector and successfully brought the still-frozen Feather Fish onto the train.

It must be said that the status of a mage does have some hidden privileges. At least Hughes saw that ordinary people had to undergo all kinds of checks, while he had a smooth ride, and even the Feather Fish did not need to be checked.

Whoosh~ whoosh~, the train sped through the night.

Hush, Hughes was asleep in the car, kept snoring, but his body would twitch from time to time as if he were being electrocuted.

It's likely that the scenes playing automatically in Hughes's mind during this dream were quite exciting stories.

"The train has arrived in Magnolia Town. Passengers who need to disembark should do so as soon as possible."

The train arrived at the station, and Hughes, stepping out of the station, instantly transformed into the Hughes.

The roar of flames echoed through the silent Magnolia Town, leaving dazzling trails of fire that drew the attention of early risers.

"Mom, look! There's a fiery person flying in the sky! He must be a mage, and I want to be a mage like that when I grow up!" The little boy's eyes seemed to sparkle as he pointed at Hughes in the sky and shared his dream with the somewhat tired woman beside him.

The little boy's mother glanced at him sideways, her tone impatient. "Whether it's a mage who can shoot fire in the sky or a mage who urinates and defecates anywhere on the ground, it has nothing to do with you."

Your task now is to study, but when you're supposed to be studying, it's either windy or rainy, and your parents are called in every day.

When I was your age, I always got first place in every exam.

Let me tell you, if I get another complaint letter from the teacher today, not even the King of Uranus can save you!

The little boy's mother's voice was so loud that even Hughes in the sky could hear it.

Hughes shook his head. Fortunately, he grew up in an orphanage and a mental hospital, where both directors treated him very well, and he never experienced such oppression.

Hughes looked down at the little boy whose eyes had become lifeless. He was no more than six or seven years old. Poor thing!

Without the burden of Makarov, and with his physical abilities greatly improved, Hughes easily flew home from Magnolia Station in just five minutes, a speed completely different from before.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong!"

Hughes, who hadn't brought his keys, could only ring the doorbell; at this early morning hour, Mira and the other two should still be at home.

"Wow, Hughes, you're back!"

Lisanna, sporting a white Dora hairstyle, hopped over to open the door for Hughes, greeting Hughes with a smile.

"Hey, it's you, Lisanna. Where's Mira?" Hughes asked, puzzled.

At this time normally, Lisanna should still be in bed; of the Strauss trio, only Mira gets up early.

"Ah~ Hughes, the person standing in front of you is Lisanna. I'm greeting you, so you have to greet me properly too!" The girl stood in front of the door with her hands on her hips, her pouting.

"Hughes, you can't keep thinking about Mira. Mira is still so young, baa baa!"

Hughes looked at Lisanna speechlessly; he had only asked Mira to give her the Feather Fish he was holding.

This precocious girl hasn't been spanked for days, and her bottom is practically sticking up in the air.