The orange-red peach-shaped wooden gate, the green stone courtyard pillars and the rain shield, above the rain shield is a dark gold lacquer plaque.

There are huge fairy-shaped reliefs on the left and right ends of the plaque, with blue-purple words in English engraved in the middle—fairy tail.

The three brothers and sisters, Kewen and Mila, stopped in front of the gate, looked up at this very majestic building in front of them, and each showed a look of expectation.

Lisana and Elfman looked even more hopeful, and they couldn't help raising their hands one after another, holding Mila's arms.

"Sister Mila..." Lisana's voice was excited: "Your arm will recover soon!"

"Sister Mila!" Elfman was a little stupid, and could only use his eyes to encourage his sister.

Mila's delicate body trembled slightly, for a while, only then came an inaudible voice from under the hood: "Hmm!"

"Let's go." Kewen turned to look at the three brothers and sisters, and said softly: "Let's go in."

When the words were over, Kewen stepped forward, placed his palm on the huge wooden door, and pushed the door open with a slight creak.

The noise from the crack in the door disappeared instantly, and when the door was completely pushed open, the whole room's gaze was immediately focused on Kewen.

Kewen's sight swept across the hall in an instant.

In the tall and open space, on the left is a staircase leading to the second floor.

The second floor is not a complete building, but a circle of wooden viewing platforms surrounding the entire hall.

Therefore, the two floors share the same ceiling, which makes the whole hall appear very high.

In the deep and right side of the lobby on the first floor, there is a long wooden bar. The wooden shelves inside are respectively filled with drinks, food, and various magic props.

There are many wooden horizontal tables in the middle area of ​​the hall. At this moment, there are more than 20 people sitting in the hall, turning their heads or turning sideways, looking at the four of Kewen curiously.

The whole hall was silent for a moment. At this time, a voice sounded from the innermost bar: "Please come in."

Kewen followed the reputation and saw an old man with a very short stature sitting cross-legged on the bar over there.

Seeing this, Kewen automatically ignored the other sights in the hall and greeted the three brothers and sisters behind him softly: "Let's go."

When the words were over, Kewen took the lead and stepped into the door, and walked directly to the little old man along the aisle between the two dining tables.

"Welcome to our "Fairy Tail"."

The little old man is wearing a yellow ‘slanted cloth jacket’ with a ‘green lamella’, a blue cloth belt tied around his waist, and a blue cardigan with a stand-up collar.

He wears a dark red gourd-shaped cloth hat on his head, and the white hair on the temples resembles a pair of wings, leaning toward the back of his head and leaning out.

The thick white beards completely block up the nose and mouth, which makes people wonder whether they are beards or nose hairs.

At this moment, the little old man, who is less than one meter tall, is sitting on the bar and looking down at the four of Cowen, his eyes narrowed into a bend as if he can't open them, his face is kindly smiled, and he asks softly: "I am the president of this guild, Makarov Dolea, can I help you four?"

"Hello grandpa!"

Before Kewen could speak, Lisana immediately took a step forward, hoping to point to her sister and said: "Please help Sister Mila! Please help her arm to recover!"

"Oh?" President Makarov opened his right eye slightly, staring at Mila's arm hidden under the cloak, and said softly: "Then, let me see what is going on first."

"elder sister!"

"Sister Mila! Hurry up!"

Elfman and Lisana hurriedly urged Mira.

Mira hesitated for a moment, as she had shown to Cowen at the beginning, slowly raised the ghost hand hidden under the cloak, and finally stood in front of her.

"Huh?" Chairman Makarov let out a slight surprised sound, sitting cross-legged, leaning his upper body slightly forward, half-opening his eyes, and looking at Mira's ghost hand.

Before long, President Makarov showed a clear look and retracted his body straight.

"Is it all right, grandpa!?" Lisana asked immediately when she saw this.

"Um... this is called receiving." President Makarov narrowed his eyes into a gap again, and said in a long tone: "It's a kind of magic. Little girl, why your arm becomes like this." , Because the power of the devil is lodged in your body."

"Brother Kewen!" Lisana looked at Kewen happily: "Grandpa is the same as you said!"

"Oh? You know it too?"

President Makarov was slightly surprised. He opened his eyes a little and looked at Cowen. After taking a look at Cowen's equipment, he said in a slightly surprised tone: "Well, you kid has something."

At this moment, Lisana intervened again and asked President Makarov a little eagerly: "That

Grandpa! Can you help Sister Mila heal her arm! ? "

"Cure?" President Makarov shook her head slightly: "I said, this is a kind of magic. There is nothing that can be cured. Whether it can be recovered or not depends on her."

Upon hearing this, the three brothers and sisters suddenly showed disappointment, Mila dropped her arms, her face was buried under the shadow of the hood again, and she muttered in a deep voice, "Are you a devil..."

President Makarov noticed the depression of the three little ones, opened his eyes slightly again, and looked at the three of them.

Then, he said kindly: "Can you tell me your story?"

Although Lisana's mood was very low, she was a good, polite and gentle boy, so she responded and slowly told the story of the three of them.

Since the arrival of the four of Kewen, the whole hall has been very quiet, so Lisana's voice also reached the ears of the audience.

Following Lisana's narration, the adult wizards showed their expressions of pity one after another.

At the table against the wall, a group of teenage children surrounded the long table. At this time, hearing the stories of the three brothers and sisters, several little girls wept silently.

Soon after, Lisana's story ended with the guild of "Fairy Tail" and stopped telling.

"Really? That's how it is."

President Makarov’s eyes were mostly opened, and he looked at the three brothers and sisters with tender and pity, and then said softly, “In that case, then I, in the name of the “Fairy Tail” president, welcome you three. This big family joined our guild."

"Thank you, old man, president."

Lisana spoke a little faintly and thanked her, but she was taken aback for a while, and quickly asked President Makarov: "Three? Where's Brother Kewen?"

"Well, he." President Makarov looked at Cowen again, then smiled and said: "Of course it's also welcome, but Covin Quinn, right? You have mastered magic, so we have to Go through a procedure and try your abilities and strengths."

"Of course." President Makarov added immediately: "No matter what the result is, you are welcome to join our "Fairy Tail" family."

In response, Kewen slowly nodded: "I have no problem, thank you."

"In that case..." President Makarov raised his head slightly, his gaze swept across the wizards in the hall, then looked at one person, raised the volume and greeted: "Laxus! Laxus!"

Following the call of President Makarov, a tall young man with short blond hair came over.

The young man was in his twenties, and his complexion was very kind. Even though a vertical scar penetrated the right brow bone and eye bags, it did not destroy his slightly sunny face.

"President, what do you call me?"

The young man named Laxus took off the earphones, and suddenly the sound of a rock song came out of the earphones.

From this point of view, he hadn't heard the story of the three Mira's in his ears before.

"Laxus." President Makarov raised his hand and pointed at Kewen, and said with a smile: "This kid will be a member of our guild family from now on. You can help with a program and try the little guy's. magic."

"I?"

Laxus raised his finger to the tip of his nose in amazement, and asked in amazement: "President, do you think I am suitable?"

President Makarov was taken aback for a moment, then showed a dazed look, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head and smiled: "Haha, it's really not appropriate, I'll change someone, another person haha..."

Laxus shook his head helplessly and sighed, then lowered his head and glanced at the four of Cowen, nodded friendly, then turned away, and wore the headset back again while walking~lightnovelpub.net~ See this, Maca President Love said with some embarrassment: "Just thinking that Laxus is strong enough and can control magic well, but ignoring that the lightning magic on his body is not suitable for comparison. In this case..."

He raised his head and scanned the wizards in the hall again, and then Makarov raised his hand and greeted a young man: "Wakaba! Come here, come here!"

"Come on!"

The young man named Wakaba had a brown airplane head, a long pointed face, a pipe in his mouth, and his small eyes as if he would never be able to open it.

In addition to the green shirt with a flower pattern, it makes people think he is a **** at first glance.

Wakaba quickly came to the front, first smiled at the Kowen four, and then smiled fluently at President Makarov: "Don't worry, President President, then leave it all to me. "

"Well, be careful." President Makarov opened his right eye and reminded him.

Wakaba immediately waved his hand and smiled: "Don't worry, how could I hurt this little guy."

"You, uh..."

Makarov wanted to explain that what he called being careful was to make Wakaba be careful about Cowen's strength, because he could see from Cowen's equipment that Cowen might not be simple.

But after hesitating for a while, President Makarov took the words back again.

So, next, all the adults and children in the entire hall rushed out of the guild, surrounded by a large circle in the square outside the door, preparing to watch a magical battle...