Lahar's serious expression faltered slightly, and he immediately took two steps back, his hand on the sword hilt quickly forming a sword-finger gesture pointed at his forehead, saying, "I apologize, Chairman Kate, I was overly emotional. But Ezreal, he…"
Before Lahar could finish, a voice in his mind interrupted his rambling.
"Share the Telepathy Magic with Ezreal."
"No need, I know a little Telepathy Magic myself."
Lahar's face stiffened as he looked at Ezreal opposite him.
Ezreal's expression remained unchanged, still smiling gently, but he had already raised his left hand, his sword-finger glowing with a faint white light pressed against his forehead.
Telepathy Magic was not a profound magic; it wasn't difficult to learn and had no combat power.
In the Guild, Warren was the most skilled with this magic, and the Chairman, Mira, and Levy also knew it.
Its specific function was similar to telepathic communication, serving to transmit messages.
Ezreal had learned this magic when he had nothing else to do, mainly because it was convenient for contacting Guild companions. This world had no telephones, so finding someone usually was quite troublesome.
Apart from this magic, the only other way to communicate was by writing letters.
So Ezreal had no choice but to learn it.
"Chairman Kate, it's been several months since we last parted. The Skull Gang's bounty has made my life much easier. How have you been doing recently?"
"Hahaha, all good, all good. It's kind of you to still remember me. Why haven't I heard any news from you lately?"
"Busy cultivating, busy taking on requests. Also, there's a reform going on within the Guild. Our Guild has undergone quite a few changes recently, and perhaps after the New Year, when more requests come in, you'll all see it."
"When you put it that way, I'm starting to look forward to it. Regarding what just happened, I apologize on Lahar's behalf. Lahar is a newcomer supported by the radical faction, and they have many prejudices against Fairy Tail."
"Oh, what are you saying? Our Guild has always had a mediocre reputation, so it's only natural for people to have opinions about it. I understand."
"Alright, then I won't be polite with you anymore. Let's get back to business. This area you're responsible for, are you sure you can deal with the portal without sealing it?"
"It's a small matter. I've actually already semi-sealed their portal using a Dimensional Summoning portal. I didn't completely close it because I wanted to deplete more of their forces, to lighten the pressure on other battle zones."
"You're reliable, kid, and you always consider the bigger picture. In that case, I'll leave this to you. However, save some strength. The Council has already arranged for people skilled in magical formulas to research rewriting the enemy's one-way portal."
"If all goes well, by tomorrow or the day after, the enemy's portal can be converted into a two-way portal. At that time, to counterattack Newborn City, we'll need young people with your strength to contribute more."
"The Council is truly full of talent! Don't worry, I'll always be at the forefront in fighting these Dark Guild members. I'm waiting for the two-way portal to be successfully rewritten, and I look forward to your good news."
"Good! I'll leave this to you. Once the matter of Newborn City is resolved, feel free to visit me. Lahar, leave this place for Ezreal to handle alone. You lead your team to the location of the next portal; there must be no delay."
After chatting for a long time, the two finally remembered there was a tool-person still present.
Lahar expressionlessly pointed his finger at his forehead, "Yes, Chairman Kate."
He then lowered his finger, put the sealing crystal in his pocket, turned around without a greeting, and left with the enforcement team behind him without looking back.
Ezreal lowered his finger, tilted his head, and watched Lahar leave with a smile.
But as Lahar's figure completely disappeared from sight, Chairman Kate's Telepathy Magic sounded in Ezreal's mind again.
"Is he gone?"
Ezreal was slightly startled and, with a hint of surprise, raised his hand to his forehead.
"He's gone. Is there something you wanted to talk to me about privately?"
"I'm sending a troublesome person to your Guild."
"A troublesome person?"
"Yes, there's always been a troublesome, unattached Mage within the jurisdiction of my branch. He's not bad by nature, but he's quite belligerent and always gets into conflicts with people."
"He also practices Lost Magic, Iron Dragon Slayer Magic, and is very strong. Instead of letting this guy cause trouble in my jurisdiction, it's better to hand him over to your Guild. With Makarov there, perhaps this child might change."
Ezreal became interested, a gleam flashing in his eyes, "Where is he?"
"On the outskirts of Minodeer City. That kid has been constantly picking fights with Mages in the area recently. I've received a ton of complaints. I had no choice but to issue a patrol request to him in the Council's name a while ago. He should still be in the outskirts now; you'll have to find him yourself."
"No problem, I'll set off now."
"You're leaving, won't the portal be a problem?"
"No problem. The magic power I used to construct the portal was considerable; it can last three to five days without needing attention."
"Good, then I'll leave it to you."
Ezreal lowered his finger, closed the Telepathy Magic, and smiled.
He really hadn't expected that at this stage, Iron Dragon Gajeel hadn't joined the Phantom Lord yet.
This was good too; bringing Gajeel back to the Guild early was better than having him cause trouble with the Phantom Lord later… At noon, on the outskirts of Minodeer City, a rare warm winter sun hung high overhead.
Outside the city, the ground was covered with the scattered corpses of Beastmen.
Gajeel was performing a violent dance.
The iron rod in his hand drew an iron-blue arc, smashing three Black Pig People into the ground.
Amidst the flying dirt, the young man's bronze back was covered in iron-blue dragon scales, and the fragments of a black iron dagger clenched in his mouth glinted coldly with his sneer.
"Too brittle!" He stepped on the head of a hapless Black Pig Person, the tip of his iron rod slowly forming a sharp cone against the opponent's throat, "You call yourselves Beastmen?"
Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he backhanded the iron rod towards the shadows.
The sound of metal impact shook the snow from the eaves.
A man in a black haori, carrying a sword, slowly walked out.
The man had black and white hair, tied back in a long samurai topknot, one hand holding a sword resting on his shoulder, the other firmly gripping the iron rod.
Sunlight flowed across the samurai sword in his hand, reflecting the instant Gajeel's pupils contracted.
Gajeel bit the black iron dagger he was clenching in his mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing it, the iron pieces clanking loudly against his teeth.
"Iron Dragon Slayer Mage?" The newcomer's palm ignited with crimson flames, the iron rod instantly melting into molten iron that dripped from his fingertips to the ground with a sizzling sound, "Gajeel?"
"Who are you?" Gajeel looked at the sword-wielding samurai, his brows slightly furrowed.
The sword-wielding samurai reached up and brushed his hair, his empty hand spreading its fingers, and red, orange, yellow, green, and blue flames ignited sequentially on his fingertips. He said proudly, "Phantom Lord, one of the Four Elements, Tutu Maru!"
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