Chapter 90

"After all, personalities are different."

Jellal: "Then we choose A. After all, Master Makarov himself said so, so let’s trust the old man once."

The arguments on the World Channel end with the three-minute countdown.

[Quiz finished. The party that did not answer within the specified time will be considered to have given up the opportunity for this quiz.]

[Next, the screen will start playing and reveal the answer.]

[The footage inside the black border gradually lights up.]

[The footage is already a continuation of the end of the last time.]

[At this time, it is still night, and the surroundings are visibly dim.]

[The black-haired Natsu, having made up his mind, has no intention of staying in the forest.]

[His top priority is to search nearby.]

[After all, there were five children and Anna who crossed the gate at the time. If there is only him now, something must have gone wrong.]

[Although the black-haired Natsu interacts less with others.]

[He still cares a lot about Wendy, his little sister, and Teacher Anna.]

[So he immediately starts searching around, attempting to find others, especially Wendy; that little one will definitely break down.]

[She might even be in danger.]

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[So it’s better to look for them, so the black-haired Natsu takes action.]

[But, it’s a pity that there is no one around, and because he was wrapped in Igneel’s magic when he descended, he also carried Igneel’s aura.]

[Therefore, no wild beasts appear nearby.]

[At least, until tomorrow morning, this dragon aura will not dissipate. In other words, at night, the other little ones should be safe.]

[Thinking this through, the black-haired Natsu has no intention of dwelling on it, but explores gradually toward the outside of the forest.]

[Figuring out the situation around as soon as possible and leaving this desolate forest is the top priority.]

[Otherwise, if he gets lost here, he’ll really have to be a savage.]

[Heaven rewards the diligent; before the sky is completely bright, the black-haired Natsu has already left this forest, which is not very large.]

[He arrives at a town on the edge of the forest.]

[At this moment, although the sky is not completely bright, the time is estimated to be around six to seven o’clock.]

[Therefore, there is already some noise in the town.]

[In the distance, a scent of steamed buns gradually comes, making the black-haired Natsu, who has been hungry all night, drool.]

[He swallows a mouthful of saliva secretly.]

[Without hesitation, the black-haired Natsu walks toward the town.]

[At the entrance of the town, the black-haired Natsu, who is rushing in a hurry, doesn't notice the little old man who is also rushing out of the city.]

[One careless moment, and the two collide.]

[Or rather, the little old man is unilaterally sent flying.]

[Makarov feels very depressed. He was originally in a hurry to investigate the comet crash event that appeared in the forest outside the city last night, and his mind was full of thoughts about whether it was a sign.]

[He immediately feels as if he has hit a wall, and caught off guard, he is knocked over directly, and even seems to have sprained his waist.]

["Ouch, what kind of thing did I hit?"]

[Makarov rubs his waist and takes a closer look!]

[His eyes go straight; it is a teenager who is much taller than him but looks exceptionally green.]

["A teenager?!"]

[He puts down the hand rubbing his lower back and jumps up from the ground.]

[He pats his trouser legs lightly.]

["Oh my, why don't these shoes fit? Look, I accidentally tripped over myself, haha, sorry, didn't hurt you, right?"]

[The black-haired Natsu twitches the corners of his mouth, his eyes moving toward Makarov’s lower back with some concern.]

["Ahem!! That, it’s good you aren't hurt. The old man is in a hurry, let’s meet again if fate allows, kid."]

[After saying that, Makarov rushes past the black-haired Natsu and walks toward the city gate.]

[Until he looks back and can no longer see the black-haired Natsu’s figure.]

[Makarov’s steps soften, and his old face wrinkles instantly.]

[His face turns the color of a pig’s liver.]

["Ouch, ouch... my old waist..."]

["What exactly is that jerk made of? Why is he so hard?"]

["Hiss..."]

[The intense pain makes Makarov gasp.]

[Originally, when a person gets old, the waist is not good, and now he hit some ghost.]

[Makarov feels he is very unlucky today.]

[As for why he didn't say it just now?]

[Please! A dignified Ten Wizard Saint Black Mage was knocked over by a child; who would believe this?]

[When the time comes, if it spreads, how can I, Makarov, mix in the magic world?]

["No, I have to hurry over and see what that comet is?"]

[After the pain subsides, Makarov remembers the business, then immediately rushes toward the forest and dives in.]

And at this moment, outside the screen, Makarov is already stunned.]

[He stares blankly at himself in the footage: "This... missed it just like that?"]

At this moment, ripples arise on the World Channel.

Goldmine: "Hahaha, this Old Ma, indeed, face is very important."

Yajima: "I didn't expect that after so many years, he is still the same old self. When he was in the Council before, I thought you had become smooth."

Bob: "Really nostalgic for when we were young. At that time, Old Ma’s mouth was even harder."

"Clearly seriously injured, but he still insisted on saying he was fine, and insisted on drinking and joking with everyone, but ended up in the hospital that night."

Makarov: "What kind of thing is this? You still dig it out to talk about?"

Goldmine: "It’s good now. Originally, I was a bit worried that Makarov would lose face and beg others to join. Now it seems it should be impossible."

Bob: "Then, we can almost congratulate ourselves on getting the reward."

Hades: "What are you panicking about?"

"Who said the black-haired Natsu must join the guild?"

"Isn't there an option not to join?"

Brain: "Yes, yes, don't forget, every time this black-haired Natsu is always unexpected. I believe this time will be no exception."

August: "Anyway, we are purely gambling this time. Whether it succeeds or not depends on luck."

Doranbolt: "Must join the Magic Council, must..."

In the scene.

[The black-haired Natsu doesn't care about the old man who just passed by.]

[Now he is full of the word eating.]

[For the Makarov who passed by, he clearly doesn't care that much.]

[Although he did have the idea of apologizing just now.]

[But he easily saw through Makarov’s little thoughts.]

[Since others don't want to break it, the black-haired Natsu is happy to do so.]

[Adult beauty, right? Since you say it’s fine, then I’ll follow your will. Anyway, I’m not the one losing out.]

[Soon, the black-haired Natsu arrives at the source of the scent.]

[A steamed bun shop selling steaming hot buns.]

["Yo, little brother, how many?"]

[The vendor also notices the black-haired Natsu and, based on the principle of doing business, asks with a smile.]

["How many? I’ll take them all."]