Magical Merchant in Fairy Tail

Although Makarov is well-informed and has few opponents in magic attainments, he is not necessarily good at strategy. After getting along these few days, he has never won a game!

The elderly man threw away the cards in his hand, and sighed regretfully: "Your Excellency Yakir, you played Janka too well, and I lost again..."

Even when he was playing "Magic Kill" with Kira and others, Makarov had never lost such an experience when faced with some obviously unbalanced rules made by Kira.

It can be seen how insidious the old man with a hunched back and a wooden crutch to walk on the opposite side is.

Yakir picked up a card in front of him with considerable experience, and said, "The key to victory is to hold the [Goddess] card firmly in your hand!"

The goddess on the card, to be precise, is [Elf Goddess], with long pale golden hair, a pair of ears shaped like wings, wearing a long white dress, and bathing in the sunshine in the forest with her eyes closed, her hands Praying with palms together looks so holy, gentle and peaceful.

Makarov's expression was a little dazed, and he suddenly remembered that Yakir had told him when he first came into contact with Laijanka a few days ago that this kind of card game had not appeared in the Alvarez Empire before. century.

"Is the elf goddess the key to victory? It sounds really meaningful..."

Yakir was silent, and his keen intuition told him that the visitor in front of him had something to say, but before the imperial minister understood the meaning, there was a commotion outside.

Makarov turned his old eyes, and quickly sensed the cause of the commotion, and couldn't help but said, "Young people nowadays are more energetic than each other..."

Yakir's two white goatees, which were more than 20 centimeters long, shook, and said, "Young people compete in force, and old people compete in intelligence. This is the case in any game."

"Really? It may be that the game cultures of the two continents are different."

Makarov heard the strings and talked eloquently, "In Ishgar, people value the next generation more, so in order for the 'saplings' to thrive, we will give the old people in the game far more than young people. wisdom and greater force.”

"These old people will play an unpredictable role in the game, leading the game to a situation that is beneficial to them, and sometimes even completely reversing the inevitable situation. They are very important roles!"

Yakir coughed twice, and asked, "If the 'old man' and the 'young man' are both dominant, can the disadvantaged party be able to turn the situation around?"

"At that time, it depends on the tactics used by the players."

Makarov glanced at the [Goddess] card on the table, "Only the best strategist can make the soldiers under him play the best role, so as to win the final victory."

Yakir nodded, but didn't continue talking. In short, it's enough for both parties to understand.

At this moment, two figures walked in one after the other, one wild and the other restrained, their personalities contrasted sharply.

The former is the grandson of Yakir, one of the Twelve Shields of the Empire, nicknamed "King of the Desert"; the latter is Geral who followed Makarov this time.

"This is already the 13th time you have fought against each other in the past few days. Is there a winner?"

Agil was very surprised by Yakir's question: "What's the matter, grandpa? Didn't you always object to my sparring with him before? Why do you suddenly care about this matter today?"

"I just want to tell you that it's almost time to end the game. It's not the way the empire treats guests by pulling visiting guests into fights!"

"You should grow up too!"

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Agil has spiral-shaped brown hair, wears a yellow headscarf, and wears large red Buddhist bead earrings on his ears. His upper body is naked, showing his dark skin due to years of sun exposure. He wears bracelets on his wrists, and his lower body is a thick pair of bibs. Pants.

His character is wild, warlike, cruel and bloodthirsty, eager for quick success, and always underestimates the enemy.

Makarov remembered that according to Kira, he was the weakest of the twelve shields.

"cut……"

Agil smiled dismissively, like a rebellious adolescent, but in fact he was indeed in a rebellious period.

"I just heard that this guy was one of the 'Holy Ten Sorcerers' in Ishgar, just like Serena the God, so I just want to try his level."

Gerald didn't follow Kira's suggestion and used the name 'Mistgang'. After all, he was no longer a wanted criminal by the Senate, so he didn't need to hide his identity.

Moreover, he thinks that the position of 'Captain of the Fiore royal family's exclusive magical force' might give their team a certain amount of convenience in this diplomacy.

Most importantly, he didn't think that such a huge and ambitious empire as Alvarez would not have public information about the Kingdom of Fiore.

Gerald, who used to be the Holy Ten, was wanted by Fiore's royal family to revoke the council, and became a member of the royal magic army...

These are all old news from a year ago. In the entire Kingdom of Fiore, and even half of Ishgar, anyone who pays attention to the movement of the magic world knows about it.

The Alvarez Empire has the intention of conquering Ishgar, and it is impossible not to investigate this aspect in advance, so it is meaningless to pretend to be Mystergang.

"So, what's the result?"

"It's far worse than that middle school uncle!"

Yakir probed in his heart: There was no direct answer... Does that mean there is still no winner...

"Thank you, Gerald!"

"No, President Makarov!"

In fact, Makarov was also surprised by this situation.

Although Kira swore that this 'Desert King' was the weakest of the twelve shields, he originally thought that the other party was at least at the level of the 'Four Heavenly Kings'. It is very likely that they will not be able to beat them.

Unexpectedly, after a few days, the two men had sparred more than a dozen times, and each time they could not decide the winner.

"It's really surprising... It seems that Gerald is much stronger than I thought..."

Makarov glanced at Gerald who seemed like nothing had happened, lowered his head and drank tea silently without saying a word.

"I don't know who is stronger between him and Laxus..."

……

"Aqiu!"

Laxus sneezed violently.

"What's wrong, Laxus?!

Are you sick? ! "

Felid was extremely anxious, and ran over with Wendy three seconds later, "Quick! Quick! Wendy! Help Laxus take a look!

It must be the sequelae left by the boat these days! "

"Woooooo... Laxus... you must be safe..."

"That's enough! I'm not a child anymore!"

Laxus roared red-faced, and turned his head arrogantly, "It's just a few days of boating, it's really painless to me!"

"But you sneezed! You don't usually have sneezing symptoms..."

"They say I'm fine! You're so long-winded!"

"But ah..."

Looking at the conversation between the two of them, which looked like an old lady caring about a puberty kid, the others were speechless.

"I feel that Phillip will be a great helper in the future..."

"He's a man..."

Compared to Laxus, the situation of Natsu and Wendy is not so good. They have been dizzy on the boat for several days, and a normal person can't hold it. At this time, they are walking upside down, Three shakes and four shakes.

The 'FT2 Team' disembarked with the Imperial Army yesterday and is on their way to Vistarion, which is expected to be four days away.

Several people did not escape secretly when disembarking as originally planned, because Brandish said that he would introduce them to Olgast and help them prevent the war as much as possible.

They originally came to support because they were worried about Makarov and other talents. In addition, because they are really hitchhiking, they only stop to rest at meal times.

After taking a boat for four or five days, and then taking a car for another four or five days, which dragon slayer can withstand this level of pressure? !

Fortunately, Laxus is taken care of by the Thunder Gods - although he refuses to save face, he still has to be obedient after getting in the car; Natsu and Wendy are taken care of by Habi and Xia Lulu, as well as Erza and Gray.

As for Lucy?During this period of time, she and Brandish had a hot fight, and their friendship gradually heated up.

However, everyone agrees that this is 'girlfriend diplomacy'. It may not necessarily help Lucy to get closer to the other party in the future.

Anyway, if she stayed, it wouldn't relieve Naz's symptoms much.

Although Brandish looked a little arrogant and would tease Lucy from time to time, but with Lucy's personality, she didn't care about each other every time, but showed endless kindness and consideration.

Brandish was extremely shy.

Seeing that Timaria gritted her teeth.

Based on the "reconciliation" between the two parties, the demon-sealing handcuffs on the group of "Fairy Tail" were of course released when they disembarked, and during the past two days of getting along with each other, Brandish and Timaria even had a faint feeling. A tendency to be assimilated by the vibe of 'Fairy Tail'.

It has to be said that this kind of appeal is indeed extraordinary.

"I said Randy, make me bigger later! I really want to experience the feeling of becoming a giant!"

Natsu rushed in front of Brandish, holding her hands tightly, and at the same time, his eyes turned into twinkling stars, looking at her expectantly.

Such a move immediately aroused Timaria's dissatisfaction: "Randy is also what you can call?! Let go of your paw!"

"Go ahead and let me come!"

Happy flew over with Natsu, "Look, cats are cuter than humans, right? And you've tried it on me before, I'm more experienced!"

(Lucy: Not cute at all! It's scary instead!

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"It's too much, Habi! You've already experienced it once, this time it's my turn!"

"Are you two children..."

"Please!" ×2

"I refuse! It's so troublesome..."

"Huh huh?!"

……

Time flies, and just five days have passed.

Vistarion, the western suburbs, in a manor covering several hundred square meters, a five-storey European-style villa is located here.

From the appearance, the decoration of this villa is simple and elegant, and the mysterious magic power constantly circulating in the air reveals a faint meaning of returning to the basics, and one can tell that the people living here are extraordinary.

In fact, it is really unusual, because the person who lives here is the head of the Twelve Shields of the Empire, Olgast.

In the early morning, the sweet singing of early birds came from the manor.

The girl with pale golden hair got up early, climbed to the largest tree in the manor and sat down after washing, facing the direction of the sunrise, welcoming the dawn of the new day with a clear and soft singing, as if a bird born in Heaven and earth, free spirits.

After a long time, the song ended, and the girl stretched her body, which had not continued to develop for a long time, and let out a slight moan.