Fairy Tail: I want to summon Baron Nash

Mira changed back to her usual outfit, except for an extra bracelet.

Rhodes also returned to his normal life, feeling a little more happy in his heart.

Wait until everyone wakes up, arrange the messed up tables and chairs, repair the broken things, then go home for those who should go home, work for those who should work, and continue chatting for those who should chat.

Makarov looked at the children who went to look at the bulletin board after packing up the guild, feeling both relieved and worried.

He thought about it seriously and tentatively said, "Rhode."

"What's wrong, President?" Rhodes was trying to think of a way to drive Mira to the lounge to sleep.

She said she didn't pull an all-nighter, but she definitely wasn't getting enough sleep.

"Would you like to form a team with someone else?" Makarov looked at the problem children in front of the bulletin board, "For example, how about Artzak?"

"President, I just came back. I want to rest for a few days." Rhodes could see the president's little thoughts at a glance. The old man showed it too obviously.

"That's right." Makarov was also a little embarrassed and sighed regretfully.

Rhodes wondered: "Why are you so worried? I remember that Alzac is usually quite stable and doesn't get into trouble much, right?"

Mila explained on Makarov's behalf: "It's because there's something wrong with Arzak's recent state.

After the harvest festival ended, he went out to take on two missions. Everything went smoothly at first, but every time I got distracted at critical moments and almost missed the target when I fired.

Especially last time, the client came to complain that Alzak's magic bullet hit his ear, which was too scary. "

"Is it so serious?" Rhodes frowned, "If it continues like this, someone will die, right?"

Mira wanted to yawn, but held it back and continued:

"It's not to that level yet, because Alzac usually uses paralysis bullets, and nothing will happen if he gets hit, but this state is not very good."

"My mind wanders and I can't concentrate at critical moments... I think it may be due to lack of rest and the need for a good sleep." Rhodes stared at Mira, "What do you think?"

Mira gave him an angry look: "Yes, yes, after I finish counting yesterday's water..."

"Let me do the math for you. I am a science major, and my math test score has never been lower than 140." Rhodes snatched the pen and account book from her hands.

"..." Mira didn't understand what the scoring criteria were. Judging from his expression, he must be very powerful.

She blinked, not wanting to live up to his kindness: "President, I'm going to take a rest, and you can go talk to Alzac."

"Ah, you've worked hard too." Makarov nodded. He really should let Alzhak take a break.

He looked at Rhodes and then at Mira. They were both very reliable children.

…

It has been more than a week since the Harvest Festival, and the festive atmosphere in Magnolia has faded.

Because most of the tourists from out of town have left, the only guests in the tavern are the guild members and a few nearby residents as usual. It is not as busy as before the festival, so Mira can still be busy without Mira.

But when someone wants to accept a commission, the president needs to decide whether to agree. Rhodes wants to review the commission and so on, but he is still far away.

He can help register, stamp, find information, etc., and help the president share some of the burden. I usually watch Mira do this, and the process is very familiar.

Makarov glanced at Rhodes who was working hard.

In fact, other than him and Mira, no one else can read the commissioned information at will.

But letting Rhodes take a look... it felt like there was nothing wrong with it, so he didn't say anything.

Makarov suddenly discovered that this child could do a lot of things, whether it was leading a team to complete tasks or managing a guild, he seemed to be able to get involved.

And they are all done well... No, not just good, I should say excellent.

I really want to leave everything to Rhodes, Makarov had this idea.

Although it may be a bit hard... but with Mira here, it won't be hard for the two of us.

Makarov fell into deep thought and suddenly asked after a moment:

"Rod, can you write a letter of apology?"

"What?" Rhodes' pen tip paused. It was fine. Why did he suddenly ask for a confession?

"It's the kind of letter of apology that the president is ordered to submit to the council after a guild member gets into trouble."

"Don't even think about it. I can't write a single word of the self-criticism for you."

Rhodes said categorically, "I have just done meritorious service for the guild, and Gray has just vomited blood for the guild. Why do you want me to write a review?"

"...I'm not asking you to write it for me now."

"I can't write it for you tomorrow." Rhodes said, "I advise you to hurry up and start writing. There may be tomorrow's review to be written tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow..."

"..." Makarov gradually became petrified, and the child's words were too heartbreaking.

"Hello, President Makarov! Rhodes, you are back! It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Brother Goodman! I just came back yesterday... because there was a banquet just after I came back, so I have been in the guild and haven't had time to go home yet."

Rhodes was a little surprised. Goodman occasionally came to the tavern for a drink, but the frequency was very low. Counting this time, he only saw Goodman twice in the guild.

"Why do you have time to come here? Do you have a task to entrust?"

"No, I just wanted to take a break after being busy for a long time. Speaking of which, you were very active on the day of the Magic Parade."

"Don't mention the Magic Parade, I feel so ashamed." Rhodes skillfully poured a glass of wine for Goodman, "By the way, I have a gift for you."

Rhodes took out an exquisite wood carving, a piece of cloth with a beautiful pattern, and a small toy that looked like a bamboo dragonfly from the suitcase.

"Is this...is this too expensive?" Goodman's family is engaged in wood carving and weaving business, and he felt that these things were valuable at first sight.

"I brought it back from the south. It's very cheap there. It's just that the craftsmanship is special. I thought you might like it."

Rhodes rummaged in his pocket and found the peace charm hanging on the key, "Just think of it as repayment for the gift you gave me before."

"That's just an ordinary peace charm, the value is too different..." Goodman played with the wood carving, accepted it with embarrassment, and pushed it back but couldn't bear to part with it.

Rhodes shook his head slightly: "In my eyes, the value is the same. No, the value of this peace charm may be a little higher."

Goodman didn’t know Rod’s origins, nor did he understand Rod’s situation at the time.

So he wouldn't know that for Rhodes at that time, every bit of kindness from strangers was precious.

"Then, I'll shamelessly accept it?" Goodman really likes these things. He is thinking about whether to reduce the rent next month. "Molly and Bayer will also like it. In a few days, I brought them here to say thank you.”

Rhodes waved his hand: "It's just a souvenir, no need to be so solemn."

Goodman reluctantly put the things aside for the time being, holding a glass of wine and asked about Rhodes's travel experience, and also chatted with the president about Magnolia's recent events.

When he saw that the two people were busy, he went to chat with Makao and Wakaba. The three people occasionally talked about topics about family and children.

After helping two more people register for tasks, Rhodes saw a somewhat slovenly man walking up to the counter:

"President Makarov, I want to join the guild, and I also want to join Rebby's lane engine team."