Hayberion silently paid attention to the reactions of the people, and when he saw them immersed in the food, he couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

I feel that my taste is recognized. Sure enough, I am different from those magicians who only know how to fight and kill.

The only drawback is that Makarov and Volod are too noisy.

Makarov is the kind of person who blushs after drinking some wine, and then jumps onto the table with his small size and makes a fuss, and says something unreasonable:

"Is today the day when the new issue of the Magician Weekly is released?"

Rhodes thought he was at least one-tenth of the mood to care about the guild's interview, but he was immediately broken by the next sentence.

"The cover girl is amazing now! The one named Jenny is much sexy than six years ago. I really want to recruit her to our guild!"

Volod nodded with a smile as if he was drunk and drunk: "A good idea, why not include your figure in the recruitment criteria for guild members? Hahahaha, kidding, kidding!"

But Makarov agreed drunk: "What a good suggestion!"

Rhode covered his face, and every time he talked about similar topics, the president's expression looked particularly like a funny face.

Ulufheim was particularly disgusted with this style. He happened to have drunk a lot and put the bottle on the table:

"Really, you two need to be a little more self-conscious as presidents or sacred ten?! Set a good example for young people!"

Volod was rumored: "Wow, the path young people have to take is decided by themselves."

Makarov selectively deaf: "Young? Of course girls should be younger to be cute, and of course they should not be too young.

There's nothing good to look like that—"

"You disrespectful guy-." Urumheim couldn't help but jump onto the table, and held Makarov's head with his head on his back.

At the fairy tail, when the other party pushes his forehead, it means that he can do it at any time.

Makarov looked drunk and saw that the other party was about the same age as him, and subconsciously regarded him as his old friend back then.

So his body expanded.

Ulufheim was not willing to be outdone and his body size began to expand.

With a click, the fragile banquet table cracked, the cup and plate shattered all over the floor, a small giant with a bald head and a giant green orc with vigorous hair were strife and striking each other tensely.

"His Excellency Ulufheim, Lord Makarov!" As a junior, Jiula looked very panicked, "Please calm down, you two, this is a hotel, and there are many ordinary people here!"

Volod was much calmer than Jura. He just protected his baby shower and watched the two of them make a fuss. He liked this kind of scene quite well.

But as soon as he saw the green big guy, he wanted to water it.

Rhodes was thinking silently. If the president and the other party were really angry, should he directly help the president fight, or should he find a way to secretly plot against the old Deng on the opposite side, such as a slight fight?

When their hands were tucked together and were about to start to compete, the two of them made a quick look at the same time, turned their heads and looked at the milk bottle of Heiberion, which was broken, but fortunately it was just an empty bottle. He held half a glass of milk in his left hand, looked at the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and said without a trace:

"This is a party I initiated. If you want to fight, please wait until the party is over or change places?"

The two old men snorted, slowly returning to their original appearance, and then turned their heads like a child's quarrel, and no one looked at each other.

Rhodes felt that he could imagine how Joseph was beaten by the president. Putting aside the influence of the feud, the fuse must be the quarrel caused by such irrelevant trivial matters.

Ulufheim held his glasses and looked at Heiberion: "Is this indirect blood-sucking magic? Trouble guy."

Even though he said this, Rod always felt that his eyes seemed to show the intention of fighting with Hayberion.

He is so aggressive at such a young age.

Makarov's eyes were more relieved: "What a great young man."

In Makarov's eyes, Heiberion is indeed a young man.

Rhodes was quite curious about Heiberion's magic effect and indirect blood-sucking magic. It sounded difficult to guard against, and he didn't know what the conditions for activation were.

He was about to say something, but suddenly he changed his mouth and asked, "Has anyone invited other guests?"

It was rare to have a new topic, Jiula hurriedly continued, "How could it be? I had previously agreed that this was a gathering between the Holy Ten. Did Lord Rhode find anything?"

"Many people climbed over the hill next to them, crossed the woods, and were approaching here, heading towards the back door."

Rhodes spoke, a faint mist spreading to the surroundings with him as the center, passing through the walls and through the woods without any obstacles, even into the mountains, outlining a circular range.

The scenes within the range poured into Rhodes' eyes from near to far, and the scenes on each layer only lasted for a short while.

This is enough for Rhode to see the ‘guests’ clearly.

"There are about 300 people, with four kinds of engraved on them, no, five different heralds. Some people admire them and don't look like they are guests."

Unfortunately, those heralds were very unfamiliar. Rhode reminded himself that he had to hurry up and make up for the information he had missed in the past six years after he went back.

This seems to have been doing it since I first came here, and it is very familiar.

Rhodes tried his best to describe the general styles of several heraldic styles.

However, no one else said what it was, the few people outside Makarov looked at Rhode with appreciation. The young man seemed to have mastered good detection magic.

And quite alert.

Makarov looked at them expectantly, but unfortunately he became distracted in a short while.

Once these people are so ignorant, don’t you know how to praise Rhodes? This way he will not be able to show off his outstanding members of the guild.

In fact, in the eyes of others, he has become a saint tenth at the age of 20. This itself shows the problem, and there is no need to show off.

Jiula frowned: "What are so many people running here to do?"

"Hmph, I definitely didn't come for vacation." Urumheim walked towards the back door, "You'll know if you go out and ask."

The others followed and there was no sense of crisis for everyone. Heyberion was even in the mood to tell the waiter to clean up the broken dining table.

Think about it, there is nothing to panic about the six saints together unless they come to Akunorokia.

It would be fine if the guests were coming, but if the guests were coming, let them feel the enthusiasm of the Holy Ten Magicians.
Chapter completed!