Although this senior looks unreliable, he doesn't lead the way wrong, so Rhodes and Makarov follow him honestly.

The two were struggling to ask each other how they were in good health, what was not good at living, or what was going on, but seeing his strong walking spirit and thinking about his optimistic mental state, it felt unnecessary.

But Volod suddenly spoke again: "By the way, Makarov, I plan to go to Tianlang Island in a few days, is it OK?"

Makarov and Rhodes looked at each other, as if they saw the same doubt in the other's eyes. Although he called Makarov, would you answer this question or would I answer?

Immediately afterwards, their thinking continued to diverge. Is this question a joke?

Makarov replied in his heart: "Although Sirius Island is a sacred place of the guild, you can go anytime if you want, right?"

He guessed that Volod might have wanted to visit Mebis to visit the grave or something.

"Because I've retired." Volod said sadly, "Strictly speaking, it's no longer a member of Fairy Tail, so it's not good to step into the holy land without authorization."

Makarov hurriedly said, "No, you—·

Volod interrupted him with a smile: "I'm kidding."

"Which-" Makarovka.

But Volod said again, "That joke was just a joke."

Without waiting for the two people to teach the logical relationship, Volod immediately added: "Ah, the previous sentence is just a joke."

It was so tiring to talk to him. Not long after he left, Makarov missed homesome.

Rhode sighed, "Mr. Wallod, it would be great if you could be ninety years younger."

Volod was still very happy: "Wow hahaha! Is it because that way I can be more energetic?"

No, because then I can beat you up. Rhode nodded on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking about disrespectful words to seniors over a hundred years old.

"It's here." Volod took the two of them into a wide lounge. In fact, it's okay to say it's a banquet hall.

There is a long table in the middle of the hall, next to it are seven chairs with exquisite patterns carved on the backrest.

There are several doors on both sides leading to different rooms, and now there are two doors closed.

Put the inside against the wall to see the small round table and sofa?

Rhodes felt that those sofas looked like the main seats in the castle.

As soon as Volod entered the door, he happily swung his body to the window, took out a shower from somewhere, carefully watered the potted plants by the window, and hummed an unknown cheerful song in his mouth.

Rhode asked, "Have the others arrived?"

"Well, you were the last one. The others were impatient to wait, so they parted in advance and the party was cancelled."

Volod laughed as he spoke, "Wow, kidding, kidding!"

A closed door slammed open, and a young old man who was not much taller than Makarov came out.

He had a troubling of goatee and a pair of narrow-framed glasses. He had a stunning figure, but his aura was a bit fierce:

"Wolod! Can't you be quiet for a while? It's what you said that flowers, plants and trees hate noisy, right?"

Volod turned around and looked at him, still laughing and said, "Of course that sentence is a joke. Flowers, plants and trees like human voices the most! Hahaha!

"You're so old-fashioned, Urumfheim, even the name is so old-fashioned-this sentence is of course a joke, hahaha!"

Ulufheim's body surged, his neck and cheeks tended to turn green, and his body seemed to be about to swell.

Rhode was shocked, Hulk?

No, it's not this set.

This feeling is a bit similar to Elfman's transformation. Does it receive magic? It seems that it is also a Beast King receptionist.

I don't know if I noticed that there were others present, and Ulufheim did not really transform.

He nodded at Makarov, then looked at Rhode carefully, and finally frowned:

"I actually chose another young man. If he had 6 years ago, wouldn't he be younger than Geral? Those guys in the Council,

What are you thinking about?”

This person seemed to have some stereotypes about young people. Rhode smiled softly and said, "Maybe he is thinking about the aging of the Holy Ten?"

Four people present, Volod was over 100 years old, Makarov was 88 years old (94 years old on paper), and Ulufheim was probably in his seventies or eighties.

Rhodes, a young man in his twenties, always feels that he has gone to the wrong place.

Blue veins popped up on Ulufheim's forehead.

Rod immediately waved his hand and smiled in Wallod's tone, "Just, just kidding. Young people are always rash, while the elderly are mature and steady enough."

He knew that Wallod and the president would not be angry, even if he was angry, he could only punch him on the spot.

Ulufheim wants to punch him now. What is wrong with young people learning, but he just learns from that guy who is not in good shape in appearance in Volod!

Volod was indeed smiling happily. He originally thought Rhode had that dull personality, but now he seemed quite active. He was indeed a fairy tail.

Makarov stretched his fist and knocked Rhodes on the back of his head: "Keep more respect for his seniors."

"Oh." Rhode rubbed the back of his head, no pain or itch.

It was identified as parents teaching naughty children a lesson in front of outsiders.

Ulufheim felt that these three people were in the same group and wanted to turn into a fight now.

When he saw that he was not his own, he really changed his fairy tail, and now the banquet hall has been half removed.

Makarov was not unfamiliar with Urumheim. He smiled and asked him about topics such as where he had traveled in the past few years, trying to resolve the embarrassment.

Rodean listened quietly. As long as the other party didn't mess with him, he didn't want to argue with the old man.

After chatting for a while, a bald head walked in at the entrance, with a wide robe, big sleeves, black beards and long beards. He smiled and greeted the person inside: "It seems that I'm late to come back."

"Mr. Jura." Rhode greeted him, remembering the snake girl's ship parked in front of the castle, and asked, "Didn't you arrive long ago?"

Jiula put his hands in his arms and explained, "Yes, because before the people arrived, they went out to handle a commission.

It took a little time."

Makarov and Rhodes were envious. Looking at the Snake Girl scale, they could have received overseas commissions often.

Ulufheim seemed to have a good impression of Jura, so he nodded at him and sat at the long table with his hands behind his back.

At this time, the closed door also opened, and the initiator of the party, Heiberion, walked out of it, holding a goblet in his right hand and a glass bottle that looked like a red wine bottle in his left hand.

Police officer Rod glanced and found that what was poured out was white liquid. After a closer look, the label of the glass bottle seemed to have the words "milk".

Rhodes: "...."

It turns out that it is not blood or red wine? It’s all gone!

Heyberion didn't feel awkward at all, gently shook the milk in the cup, and then raised the cup gracefully to taste it.

Smile with satisfaction.

He looked at the people who had already arrived, his eyes paused on Makarov and Rhodes for a few more seconds, and then sat down in the main seat without hesitation:

"Since everyone has arrived, please take your seat. I have asked them to prepare lunch in advance."
Chapter completed!