Chapter 60

Facing Makarov’s inquiry, Master Bob briefly described the current situation.

Although Makarov’s credibility was quite good, he had always been a nice guy, and his popularity in the corresponding circle was great. Everyone was more or less willing to give Makarov some face.

However, just like Jose, the master of the Phantom Lord guild, who looked at Makarov extremely unpleasantly.

Not everyone would maintain a good relationship with Makarov.

Among them, God Serena, the head of the Ten Wizard Saints, and Hyberion, ranked second, did not give a corresponding response to Makarov’s call.

Clearly, the explanation given by Makarov was considered nonsense.

"Did Serena and Hyberion not respond?"

"Also, after all, if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would also feel it was exceptionally incredible."

Hearing Master Bob’s description, Makarov smiled helplessly and said: "There is no other way. It’s not bad that Mr. Wolfheim and Uncle Warrod Sequen are coming."

"Uncle Warrod Sequen?"

"Master, is your uncle that Warrod Sequen who is the fourth of the Ten Wizard Saints?!"

Accompanied by Makarov’s voice, Erza and the others not far away cast curious glances at Makarov.

You know, Makarov was already an old man of over eighty years old this year. If Makarov had an uncle, he would have to be over a hundred, or even over a hundred and ten years old now.

Over a hundred and ten years old, even in the magic world of Fairy Tail, was a very rare and precious longevity.

And besides, it had never been heard before that Makarov had any uncle.

Now it seemed that this uncle of Makarov’s seemed to be very powerful.

"Ah, that’s right."

"Warrod Sequen, the fourth of the Ten Wizard Saints, is my uncle."

Makarov looked at the gossiping and curious gazes of Erza and the others and smiled slightly: "At the same time, Warrod Sequen is also one of the five founders of our Fairy Tail."

Makarov rarely talked about these things with others.

The older generation of Fairy Tail members had retired or left. Now Makarov was already the oldest and most senior person in Fairy Tail. If Makarov didn’t say it, naturally no one would know about these things.

The vast majority of people felt that the reason Fairy Tail was so noisy and the Magic Council turned a blind eye was because Makarov’s good friend Yajima was a member of the Magic Council.

In fact, there was indeed a part of this reason, but it was only a very small part.

Yajima was ultimately just one of the nine councilors. What truly made the Magic Council tolerate Fairy Tail again and again was actually Warrod Sequen, who was ranked fourth among the Ten Wizard Saints and was one of the founders of Fairy Tail.

"Founder!"

Erza and the others very cooperatively let out their own exclamations.

No matter what the situation was, titles like "founder" or "creator" always made people look at them with admiration.

However, if the people present knew that Warrod Sequen was also the apprentice of the legendary black magic ancestor Zeref, they would probably be much more surprised than they were now.

"Yes, that’s right."

"Because of some of Uncle Warrod Sequen’s requirements, I have never told you about the older generation."

Makarov said with a smile: "However, since we are about to meet, it doesn’t matter if I talk about it a little bit."

"Terrible, terrible."

"I’m going to be late."

On a small path a distance away from Master Bob’s villa.

A little girl wearing a blue and yellow patterned dress was running anxiously, muttering "terrible" in her mouth.

This was Wendy Marvell, the Sky Dragon Slayer who was currently in the Cait Shelter wizard guild.

Because of some small personal reasons, Wendy had missed the gathering time agreed upon at the beginning and was now running with all her might toward the direction of Master Bob’s villa.

And just when Wendy was wholeheartedly wanting to hurry on her way, on the side of the path not far away, a man wearing a swirl-shaped mask seemed to have been waiting for a long time and greeted Wendy, who was panting.

This man, who looked very strange at first glance, was naturally Lin Cheng, who had nothing to do in Amegakure, decided to come out for a stroll, happened to run into Wendy, who was rushing because she was late, and decided to come out to find a sense of existence.

"In such a hurry, where are you going?"

Lin Cheng looked at Wendy, who was panting, and said with a smile: "Little girl."

"Ah!"

"You, hello."

Looking at Lin Cheng, who suddenly greeted her, Wendy was a little scared. After all, although Lin Cheng didn’t wear the Akatsuki uniform, Lin Cheng still hadn’t taken off the mask on his face.

Wendy looked at the weirdo in front of her and said very honestly: "I am going to participate in the coalition to encircle the Akatsuki organization."

"Because I’m about to be late, so I ran a bit hurriedly, that..."

"Hey, Wendy!"

"For this kind of guy who looks very strange at first glance, there is no need to confess honestly at all."

"My physical strength has recovered, let’s continue."

Before Wendy could continue saying anything, a white cat rushed out of Wendy’s arms and looked at Lin Cheng with vigilance. This was Wendy’s cat, Carla, who she had played with since she was a child.

Compared to the exceptionally simple and kind Wendy, Carla clearly had a greater sense of crisis.

Just now, because she had been carrying Wendy to fly for a long time, she was a little tired and had a small rest in Wendy’s arms, while Wendy continued to hurry on her way while Carla was resting.

As a result, she didn’t expect that just after resting for a while, she would meet a man wearing a weird mask who looked exceptionally suspicious from every angle.

Unexpectedly, he had barely rested for a moment when he encountered a man wearing a strange mask, who looked exceptionally suspicious from every angle.