My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 566: Going to Devil's Island

“It's been less than half a month since you've become a key figure in the judging council.” Makarov took a big sip of a glass of wheat wine and sighed as Kerall sighed drunkenly.

“Ha ha, it's strange not to be a big shot.” Kerall is still drinking his own milk tea.

But compared to Keiral, who was able to fit into the fairy's tail half a month ago, it's obvious that there's no one around Keiral, 15 meters full of air, which is the more isolated kind.

“Indeed, by your abilities, it is not the big man who is strange.” Makarov hit a hiccup and breathed a sip of alcohol: “You guys, you're like a natural big shot. ”

“Ha ha, Chairman, aren't you a big shot?” The fairy's tail people think of Makarov as a father, a grandfather, a father, a pole, but Makarov is actually much greater than they think.

He is the third generation, the third leader of the fairy's tail, and in the face of the fairy's tail, which is almost 300 years old, the third generation means about 100 years of a generation.

Makarov owes much to raising the fairy's tail to the First Guild of the Kingdom of Fiore.

And his friends are all over the world.

So Makarov is actually a big man in the magic world.

He was ranked fifth in the Tenth Holy See, second only to the top four, and that's what Kerall learned after he became a magic council.

Holy Ten is a title, but it is an honor, and not all people in the field of promotion can get it.

For example, the fairy's tail is said to contain a magician of the Tenth Holy Grade who did not accept the title.

Likewise, Keiral is the rank of the Tenth Holy See, but there are no places available for him to be awarded the rank.

Because the title "Holy Ten" refers to the "Ten who have reached the Holy Ten", which means that there are countless people on the entire continent who possess this power, but there are only ten who can truly be awarded the title "Holy Ten” by the kingdom of Fiore, a permanently neutral nation, the origin of magic.

Of those ten, the Kingdom of Fiore held eight seats domestically, and the remaining two seats were honoured to some of the prestigious magistrates of the remaining countries.

Holy Ten is constantly circulating, but the only ones who really count evergreen trees are the fifth ranked Makarov and the first four in front of Kerall, known as the Four Days King of the Continent.

The so-called Zyklein et al. are just minors who have emerged recently and are not important figures.

Kerall understands that the skinny old man in front of him who drinks with him is the real big man!

“No, Chairman, there is one missing S-level task order on the second floor!!” Mila Jenny rushed down the stairs and said to Makarov.

“Pfft!” Makarov vomited in a shocked sip.

“Oh, by the way, yesterday I did see a thief cat sneak in and take that thing, the winged cat.” Smoking a cigar, the blonde with the headphones swallowed the clouds with Jiro's legs.

“Happy?” Everyone instantly reflected: “How dare this guy take an S-level assignment in private? ”

“This is a very serious violation, old man.” That blonde, strong man, with his oblique eyes lowered to look at the shocked Makarov: “When they get back, throw them out! ”

“But I don't know if they'll be able to come back from taking S-level assignments at that level..." Keral frowned slightly at the angry smiling blonde.

“How about such a direct curtailment of the strength of your guild?” Keiral held the milk tea and soared up Erlang's legs. He was not tempered to confront a strong blonde and asked with a smile.

“Son, I don't need you to care what my guild looks like!” His smile to his fierce expression was a flash, making Morgana grin her teeth like a fried cat.

“Laxas, why didn't you stop them when you saw them!!” Mila Jenny forked her waist and asked out loud.

Is this Laxas?

Kerall knew, as Makarov's grandson, that he was almost certain to be the fourth generation leader, and that he was a very skilled man in his own right, to see his magic bloom almost spill over to form a substantial general, which was clearly a sign before the Holy Tenth Congress.

But he's strong, but he can't be human.

“Huh? I just saw a cat running out with broken paper. How do I know it's Naz? They're on an S-class mission.” He grinned badly, filling Mila Jenny's face with anger and ferocity.

“Well, which one is gone?” Makarov was also in a bit of a quarrel, so let's talk about it first.

“It's the cursed island of the devil.” Mila Jenny turned back with an icy look.

“What!!” The old man can't sit down this time, "Laxas, you go and bring them back. ”

“Are you kidding me? I have my own tasks to complete, and I'm responsible for my choices, right?” He was full of young rebellion.

“Who but you can bring Naz back?!” Makarov roared out loud.

“I'll go.” Kerall stood up and said.

“…” There was silence nearby, and everyone looked at Keiral, and counting, as if Keiral, as a member of the magic council, had never been mentioned in the magic hierarchy of Keiral's "Holy Ten” before, now it seemed like a great relief.

“This S-level mission is on my head, Mirajane.” Kerall waved: “Rabbi, don't you follow me, Morgana, let's go.” Morgana turned her head to follow Kerall and made a ghost face at Laxas and followed.

“Huh? Your mission? Who the hell are you? So drag." Laxas, that's when I found out Kerall could do an S-level mission, too!

He looked at Keiral with great discomfort, grinning.

“Laxas, right?” Kerall turned around and pointed back at him and asked.

“Give you the most pertinent opinion. ”

“Strength is a good thing, but false strength cannot truly support the guild.” Kerall laughed and said it all, and Laxas could understand, so the next generation of the chairman was none other than him, but if he could not understand, there was no way.

No group of people with a deep love of the Guild is the top beam pillar. Even if the real group of strong people rely on the name of "Holy Ten" to raise the Guild, even if it is stronger, it is only a people of the Uhe, disperse the sand.

Laxas could not carry the guild forward one day without understanding it, and Makarov could not give it to him one day.

Poor man.

With a merciful glance at each other, Kerall turns around and prepares to leave.

But a voice sounded.

“I'm coming with you!” It's the ice magician, Grey.

……

“So why are you following me?” Kerall looked strangely at Gray and asked.

The A-level magician must follow him to the point where he can't even beat Laxas.

But obviously, in a guild, he can count as a one-sided presence.

They are now searching the harbour of Haruguin for a ship to Devil's Island.

Because Keiral accepted the assignment, it was not Keiral's "capture” of Naz, but "Keiral took them on an S-level assignment."

That makes sense.

Even if Naz and Lucy came back, they wouldn't be kicked out of the Guild.

That's the difference.

Rules can be exploited or exploited, but they must not be violated, and that is the rule.

Human games, which always require rules to be bound, and “absolute freedom”, which cannot be bound, are absolutely non-existent.

Kerall doesn't understand what it means to follow him. A triangle-level magician may be strong for a union.

But the world is huge, very vast, and Kerall has met countless magicians who are not qualified to speak before him on the Quartet level.

Do they really think he can help him?

“I don't know, I always thought there was something pulling me on this trip and I had to go.” The other side said somewhat confused.

“Oh, really?” Kerall stood still and laughed.

“Interesting," Kerall said, then stopped.

Despite the destruction of much of the entire port of Harougene by Nazis, prosperity has been restored in the context of the rescue and recovery themes advocated by Kerall for two weeks.

But even if asked, none of the fishermen were willing to drive Kerall to Devil's Island...

“Well, trouble.” Keiral sat by the harbour and shook his head gently as the waves continued to slap him on the harbour stone, but he was unable to return.

“By the way, I remember you were an ice magician, right?” Kerall suddenly thought of something and asked Grey.

“Yeah, I'm an ice shaping magician...” Grey's back was cool, suddenly I felt something bad had come up with him...

“Very well, then, please make an ice boat.” Kerall slapped him on the shoulder: “So please. ”

“Hey, wait, you know how much magic it takes!” Gray's in a hurry, it's a tiresome rhythm!

“Well, let's just give you a little exercise and a little test. Hold on.” Kerall smiled and pointed at Greg and said.

“Are you serious?” Grey screamed out loud.

“Of course.”