Speaking of which, in the thirteen years since Moen came to this world, even when he was little, he had never seen that senior, Warrod Sequen. That was a true senior—four whole generations above him! Even Grandpa Makarov had to call him uncle.
The old senior had withdrawn from the guild long ago. As for the specific reason, Moen did not know. Grandpa Makarov was very evasive about it, perhaps unwilling to discuss matters concerning his elders.
Moen estimated that Warrod Sequen had to be at least one hundred twenty or thirty years old, yet he was still lively and energetic. Among the Ten Wizard Saints, his strength ranked near the top. One could only say that powerful wizards truly lived long lives!
After sighing with emotion for a while, Moen stopped paying attention to the matter. With a senior personally escorting him, Jose Porla definitely would not escape.
As for whether the Magic Council could actually sentence Jose Porla, and what kind of charge they would ultimately give him, Moen did not hold much expectation. The Magic Council might not necessarily have the courage to deal with Jose Porla severely.
Moreover, although it had been influenced by Fairy Tail's buff, the fact remained that Jose Porla's magic ultimately caused no casualties. That alone greatly reduced his culpability.
The members of Fairy Tail who caused destruction were not sentenced either. Naturally, they could not use that matter to sentence Jose Porla.
In the end, the only charge that could fall on Jose Porla would be "forcibly detaining a wizard and not allowing a wizard to withdraw from a guild." That charge was truly subject to flexible judgment.
"In the end, it'll probably just be handled lightly."
Moen made this judgment. The society of wizards was no different from that of ordinary people. If you went out into the world, you either had strength or background. Otherwise, you should behave yourself and not stir up trouble.
And Jose Porla clearly had both strength and background. Unless Fairy Tail wanted to go all out against him and directly pressure the Magic Council, he would not be dealt with too severely.
And judging from Grandpa Makarov's attitude toward this matter, he clearly had no intention of going all out against Jose Porla. He probably just wanted to teach him a lesson and severely damage his pride.
It could only be said that Jose Porla had not touched Grandpa Makarov's bottom line. Otherwise, the old man would absolutely not care about face, nor would he give the Magic Council any face.
After glancing at the news, Moen did not return to the guild. He guessed the guild must be extremely lively right now, probably another big chaotic brawl. It was better to head back later.
Moen could already imagine Laki's helpless face. Laki repaired tables and chairs with magic in the guild every day. Although she was paid, working such high-intensity overtime every day was still exhausting!
Laki did not even need to find special time to train her magic. Repairing tables and chairs every night could already substitute for magic training. In a sense, it was half work, half study.
Moen then went to the newly built Harp Music Hall. This Harp Music Hall had truly cost a large sum of money to complete.
First of all, the location alone had cost a great deal to acquire. Several shops were demolished and combined with the surrounding small plots of vacant land. In the end, this rather grand Harp Music Hall was constructed.
The full name of the music hall was "Heartfilia Harp Music Hall." At a glance, one could tell it was property of the Heartfilia Consortium. Of course, the usage rights had now been handed over to Voltaava.
Jude built this music hall purely as an investment in goodwill, without considering any commercial profit factors at all. After all, he even gave the hall's revenue to Voltaava.
Although the revenue went to Voltaava, overall operations and maintenance were still handled by the Heartfilia Consortium, placing no burden on Voltaava at all. He only needed to hold concerts from time to time. It was completely spending money to gain goodwill.
When Moen arrived at the music hall, a long line was already forming at the entrance.
There was a performance at the music hall today. Master Voltaava settling in Magnolia truly made it convenient for nearby residents to appreciate art.
The music hall also gave Magnolia another reason to attract visitors. Master Voltaava was already quite famous, which made Magnolia, already bustling with traffic—become even more prosperous.
As soon as Moen arrived, people immediately noticed him. Those lining up here were not only residents of Magnolia; quite a few had come from surrounding cities. Naturally, they were very curious about Moen, since he had once again made headlines.
The previous time he defeated Jose Porla, Phantom Lord and Jose Porla had vigorously refuted the claim. People had developed some doubts about Moen's strength, feeling he might not be that powerful.
But this time, Moen and Laxus cooperated and once again defeated Jose Porla, and it was a head-on victory. What could Jose Porla and Phantom Lord possibly say now?
They could not claim that all the credit this time belonged to Laxus and that Moen was just someone who won by lying down, could they?
Moen himself did not mind, since this time the main attacker had indeed been Laxus. His move, Fairy Law, had shown people the foundation of the "Number One Guild of the Kingdom of Fiore"!
But Laxus definitely would not agree. He knew his own situation. If Moen had not stepped in to help and drawn most of Jose Porla's attention, he would never have had the chance to use Fairy Law to defeat Jose Porla.
If anyone dared to say Moen had just coasted to victory, Laxus would be the first to stand up and refute it.
Laxus would never take Moen's credit for himself. That would only make him feel deeply humiliated. Surely he would not stoop to stealing credit from a younger brother three or four years younger than him?
"Rose Star!"
"Moen! Moen!"
A wave of shouts rose from the crowd, enough to show how popular Moen was. A powerful and handsome wizard, the author of The Great Detective Folmos, the author of Masayume Chasing, the last disciple of Master Voltaava, Moen was stacked with buffs, so naturally his popularity was immense.
"Hiss~"
Listening to the people's shouts, Moen could not help but feel his teeth ache. He fled in panic, entering the interior through the VIP passage of the music hall.
To be honest, hearing a bunch of people shout "Rose Star" was a bit embarrassing for Moen. Why not just call him "Star God"? It could correspond with Laxus's "Thunder God," the other half of the "Twin Stars."
Adding "Rose" in front not only sounded a bit girly, but also made him seem like some kind of flower-boy idol.
Moen was a real man. He was naturally very handsome, and his build was not like a scrawny chick either, he was quite sturdy. But perhaps because he was young, he indeed looked just a little bit youthful. There was no helping it; that was the effect of age. It would get better later.
Escaping in a fluster from the encirclement of fans, Moen nearly broke out in a sweat from the heat. A dignified wizard had almost been restrained by a group of ordinary people, who could he even complain to about that?
There was no way around it. Facing a group of enthusiastic fans, Moen could not exactly throw out a Pegasus Meteor Fist and directly clear the area. That would truly be insanity.
So Moen could only push his way out little by little. There were no bodyguards by his side; he truly had to squeeze his way out on his own.
"Hahaha! Little Brother Moen, you really should hire a few bodyguards. Otherwise it'll be hard for you to go out in the future. Your fame is too great now!"
Backstage at the music hall, Jude laughed and teased Moen. The fact that this guy was here actually surprised Moen quite a bit.
"Mr. Jude, how do you have time to come over?"
Moen asked in confusion. Wasn't this guy always extremely busy?
Recently Jude should have been preparing for "heading south." Yet he still had time to come to Magnolia to attend a concert?
"The Heartfilia Consortium has basically finished its preparations, so I've had a bit more free time lately. I heard that Master Voltaava started holding concerts, so I made a special trip over for this. I must ensure that the music hall's first concert is a complete success!"
Jude said with a smile, looking as if he intended to personally safeguard the concert.
But Moen had already understood. Jude said he came for the concert, but in reality, he had come for Fairy Tail.
Since the Heartfilia Consortium had finished its preparations, did that not mean it was time for Fairy Tail to cooperate in action? The cooperation between both sides should truly begin to be implemented.
"Mr. Jude has put in a lot of thought. Master Voltaava will certainly be very happy. This concert is extremely popular and has a positive impact on all of Magnolia. Presumably the city government will also actively respond and cooperate. That can help our music hall avoid a lot of trouble."
Moen replied with a smile, expressing goodwill. Fairy Tail would definitely not do something without honoring contracts. That was the foundation upon which a wizard guild stood.
It had to be said that Jude truly had a good head on his shoulders. This music hall, sponsored at great expense, could be called a stroke of genius. It directly brought him closer to the entire city of Magnolia.
At present, the Magnolia city government had a favorable evaluation of him and was willing to accept this outside capital to make further investments and developments.
"Little Brother Moen, are you performing today?"
After hearing Moen's words, Jude smiled and asked him. He understood Moen's meaning, so he no longer brought up other matters and instead focused his attention on this concert.
"I'll see how it goes."
Moen had not planned on it, but if Master Voltaava asked him to go on stage, he would not mind. After all, his level was not something to fear performing with.
As for Jude, calling him "Little Brother" over and over again made Moen feel a bit awkward. Jude was at least in his thirties or forties. At that age, Moen usually called people uncle.
Moreover, Jude's daughter was about the same age as Moen, only one or two years younger. If Jude called Moen "Little Brother," then what should his daughter call Moen?
Little Uncle?
Moen felt that was a bit strange. It might as well be each addressing the other separately. Jude could call him Little Brother, and Jude's daughter could call him Big Brother.
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