Fairy Tail's Arrogance Journey

Magnolia Town, Demon Tail Guild!

Not long ago, Horne, who had returned from the Dark Guild, was sitting on the edge of the counter drinking juice.

At this time, Makarov suddenly shouted at Horn.

"Horn boy, come here! There's something that needs to trouble you! "

Huh?" Horn frowned and walked towards Makarov.

Makarov looked at Horn who was coming, picked up the stack of materials placed next to him, and handed it to Horn.

"Look at these first, this is sent by the Magic Council, there is intelligence about the recent trafficked human beings!"

Horn glanced at the thick wad of information in his hand and threw it directly back towards Makarov, too much, too troublesome, Horn said he didn't want to see it.

"You... You you !! Stinky imp!!

Makarov looked at Horn's movements and showed an angry look.

"Forget it, let me explain it to you!" Makarov sighed, looking helpless.

"Regarding the human trafficking in recent months, the Magic Council has sorted out the general information.

This human trade has been going on secretly for two or three years, except that at the beginning it was taken away by some homeless people and some magic guides who were left behind.

So it didn't attract much attention, but now that the homeless people have been arrested, they have targeted the villagers in the town, which also exposed them.

Makarov said, letting out a long sigh and revealing a look of embarrassment.

"The mastermind behind this matter has already found out that it was done by a group of black magic guides who believe in the black wizard Jelf.

The purpose is to build the R system left by Jelf, which is said to be able to bring the dead back to life. Also known as - Tower of Paradise!

"The Council of Magic will never allow the Dark Order to resurrect Jelf, so it has decided to fight against it."

"So the Magic Council is going to shake people again, isn't it!" Horn interrupted Makarov with a wordless remark.

"Cough cough" Makarov, who was interrupted, coughed violently a few times, and nodded after taking a breath.

"In fact, it is true that the Magic Council asked the various unions to contribute.

Because there are many people in the Dark Magic Order, it may not be possible to kill them all with the army of the Magic Council alone.

Therefore, special assistance from various trade unions is also required.

Makarov said, looking at Horn with pitiful eyes.

Horn looked at Makarov's pitiful look, don't look over, don't bother to look at him.

"The Magic Council really looks for people."

"After all, this is a major event concerning the entire wizarding world, and the resurrection of the Dark Magus Jelf is a catastrophe for the entire wizarding world!"

Makarov said pitifully.

"You also know what is the situation in our union, that guy in Kildaz is not there, and I am already old, you can't bear to let me run around with an old man."

The rest of the union is unreliable, and now the only person who can do this is you!

Horn quietly listened to Makarov's complaints, stood up after a moment, and said in a flat tone:

"I know! I'll fix it! "

The Tower of Paradise!" Horn muttered, thinking about it, as if an important figure in the future union should be in the Tower of Paradise at this time.

........................

The sun is shining, and the vast blue sea is vast.

A single-person magic guide dinghy is cutting through the sea, speeding at high speed with a flying white wave.

This is Horne's dislike of the Magic Council's fleet being too slow, delaying his time.

Go straight to a small yacht for a single person they want.

This yacht is extremely fast, the only drawback is that it is very manically intensive.

Basically, no magic guide can withstand that terrifying consumption.

But Horn is different, Horn's magic power during the day is endless, and he doesn't care about this consumption at all, just to help him control too much magic in his body.

In the driver's seat of the dinghy, Horn swings the steering wheel with one right hand.

A magic pumping chain is tied to the wrist to continuously deliver magic to the power furnace.

"Haa——!a

Leaning against the seat, Horn supported his chin with his left hand and yawned blankly in his eyes.

In the beautiful scenery is always the same, it can also make people feel bored.

He has been driving on the surface for three hours now.

Counting the time, it has been nearly a year since he joined the union, and Horn's face has faded a little childish, and there is more fortitude and handsomeness.

The red as if there were flames burning, the pupils and the terrifying exploding figure were always the deepest impressions of Horn.

Over the course of a year, under Makarov's guidance, Horn's control over his magic has increased a lot.

In Makarov's eyes, all extraordinarily reasonable forces are born of common sense.

He believes that magic is not a miraculous force, but the flow of 'qi' in the magician's own body coincides with the wavelength of the 'qi' flowing in nature, and emerges from it.

"Magic is the condensation of spiritual power and concentration, the result of injecting all one's soul, and a part of the Magus himself."

So magic is as alive as a magician, like another self.

So never think of using violence to suppress him, because they themselves make me a part of myself.

With this in mind, Horn has greatly improved his magic mastery, and generally as long as the time does not reach noon, it will not cause damage to the surrounding things.

And when it reaches noon, there is no way, the magic at that time is basically unsolvable, and there is no way to calm the restless magic by sleeping.

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared on the originally unobstructed sea level.

Gradually, the little black dot turned into a strangely shaped tower.

This is a sign that the two are gradually approaching.

Horn's bored eyes finally showed a hint of interest.

Tower of Paradise? It's finally here!

..............................

Meanwhile, inside the Tower of Paradise.

The depths of the prison where countless slave laborers were held.

A red-haired young Elusa with two small hands on her thighs.

She very obediently knelt in front of an old man and asked suspiciously,

"Magic? Grandpa Rob, what is magic?

Opposite her, the gray-haired old man raised an index finger and patiently explained:

"In fact,

all magic is triggered by the 'heart' of belief.

For example, divination, faith, and making wishes are all types of magic.

It is a miracle that can only be felt and triggered by believing!

Listening to Rob's depiction, Elusa had a fantastic picture in her mind, and her face was fascinated:

"Miracle? Magic is such an amazing thing.

She grabbed the broom beside her, jumped and laughed

, "I will also become a magician in the future,

and then fly freely in the sky on a broomstick!"

Looking at the little girl's innocent smile, Rob nodded gratifyingly:

"It can definitely be done, as long as you are so convinced."

Encouraged by the encouragement, Elusha pursed her thin lips lightly, and a pure smile was drawn at the corner of her mouth:

"When the time comes,

I will fly with my grandfather!"

Rob's eyes curved into a crescent moon, and he chuckled kindly:

"Hehe, okay!"

Suddenly, a puzzled rebuke came:

"Okay, okay, the dream of flying is over, now let me go out to work!"

The leader of the dark guild pushed open the door and clapped his hands to call on the slaves.

One by one, the laborers stood up wearily, lined up, and walked outside with desperate eyes.

When it was Elusa's turn to walk out of the prison, the captain at the door stopped her.

His big, gloved hand tugged at Elusha's long crimson hair.

Leaning down in front of her, he threatened in a deep voice:

"You even have a problem seeing the sun tomorrow, so you will have less magical dreams."

Your value is to give your life to make this tower of paradise, understand?

With a hint of fear on her face, Elusa bit her lower lip and nodded weakly.

"Just know, get to work!"

Saying that, the captain directly patted Elusa's little head and urged.

Soon, Elusa followed the group, her nose sobbed twice, and her eyes were sour.

Children's hearts are so fragile.

Even just a vicious look can make them cry.

At this time, a rough big hand rubbed her little head, and Rob comforted and whispered:

"Don't pay attention to that kind of guy, believe that someone will definitely come to save us!"

Qingling's eyes lifted, Elusha pursed her thin lips, and nodded seriously:

"Well, I see, Grandpa Rob!"

You must believe that someone is coming to save you.

Only by believing can we trigger magic and miracles!

Afterwards, the crowd was driven to the construction site to work.

On the overseer platform at a high place, the captain of the squad holds a long whip and wraps his hands around his chest.

He looked down at Elusa, who was working hard in the crowd, and joked:

"Oh, this little ghost's face is really good-looking, I really want to turn her around."

Next to him, the vice captain shrugged his shoulders:

"Let's raise it for another two years, it's not fun to play so little, right?"

The captain nodded seriously:

"It's the same thing, let's transfer her to do miscellaneous work tomorrow, it's not fun to slim down into a bamboo pole."

"Hahaha, okay, I'll arrange it!"

Laughing twice, the vice captain turned to leave.

Boom——!!

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the distance, and the flames burst into the sky!

"Hey, what's going on!?"

The vice captain scolded downwards.

A member of the Dark Guild looked up and shouted back:

"Something happened over there in the port, it seems that the lackeys of the Magic Council have killed it!"

End of this chapter!