Rhodes' investigation began with the guild photo album.

Since Mira said that Meister joined the guild a long time ago, even if there is no individual photo, he should be able to be found in the group photo, right?

The photos of Mr. Luo in the magazine were included in the photo album, and he also took a group photo with everyone during the harvest festival.

However, Rhodes didn't see a photo of Meister until the end.

Meister is also missing from the collection of paintings that Lidas placed in the library.

Is this person really as mysterious as Mist Gang?

Although the possibility is small, it is not impossible. After all, after asking Mira, Kana and Elfman, they all hesitated and couldn't explain clearly about Meister's situation.

So if you want to understand him, you have to look up past mission records, but...

As someone who had assisted Mira in organizing mission records, Rhodes knew how many missions there were in a month, and he could also imagine how terrifying the number of missions every year was.

Thinking about the mountains of information, Rhodes felt his head hurt.

"I still have to borrow a pair of Feng Yong's glasses...but it seems that Lei Bi is not here today."

Lebby also took on a lot of tasks alone some time ago - although she didn't have much confidence in herself, she still wanted to give it a try when the time came.

There are still too few people like Rhodes who don't care about S-class from the beginning.

""Guild Member List"? This is good. At least you can find out what year he joined the guild, and you can narrow down the scope when you look for information."

The first name written on the roster is the name of the president Makarov, followed by Porlyusica, and then the seniors such as Gildas, Macao, and Wakaba.

This is arranged in chronological order of joining the guild, and except for the first-generation guild leader Mavis, other members who have died or withdrawn from the guild are not included in the record.

Rhodes reasonably suspected that there might be another register in the guild that records all the members of the guild so far.

He flipped through the pages from beginning to end and saw his name, and then turned from the end to the beginning: "No?"

Rhodes read it carefully for the third time, but still couldn't find Mester's name.

"What the hell?"

Holding the roster in his arms, Rhodes went to the president with a heavy heart and wanted to ask for details.

Makarov vaguely felt something was wrong: "Mest? Of course you are a member of our guild. Why do you ask that?"

"Because he is not in this roster, and he can't be found in the guild's photo albums or painting albums." Rhodes turned to the last page and pointed to his name.

"Even my name is written here, which means that it has been maintained recently. If he is an old member many years ago, he will not forget to register, right?"

Makarov found it a bit difficult. It was certain that Meister could not be found in the photo album, because all the photos of him had been put away.

As for the roster, it is a book with the magic of living body connection. When the coat of arms on the body disappears, the name will disappear with it.

Meister's original coat of arms has been temporarily disappeared in order to work as an undercover agent, and his name will naturally disappear with it.

Although he is not an undercover agent under his real name, he still needs to be more thorough.

In this way, the list will not be revealed when it is shown to the Senate - the original intention of producing this book was to facilitate the regular review of the guild personnel list by the Senate.

I didn't expect to be turned out by Rhodes at this time.

Makarov had a headache: "Why did you suddenly start investigating Mestre?"

"Because I want to be Kana's partner, shouldn't I investigate my opponent before the exam?" Rhodes said, "You know my style."

"..." Makarov nodded.

Indeed, for this kid to take on any small mission that requires him to leave Magnolia, he must investigate the local situation in advance, let alone something as big as the S-class exam.

Of course it's a good thing to be cautious, but at times like this... Makarov didn't even think of such details.

Want to temporarily restore Meister's coat of arms? But that guy might be reporting to the Senate or something like that right now. Doesn’t this betray his teammates?

"Ahem..." Makarov thought for a while and said, "I have Mester's photo there. Because he rarely takes photos, I put it away on purpose. As for the list... it was probably when I copied it some time. I missed it."

Rhodes stared at him, the expression on his face seemed to ask, 'Do you think I look like a fool? ’

It's not difficult to develop a few more photos. How could we neglect something as important as the roster?

"Then can you help me find some records of Meister's missions? I mean those ordinary missions that don't involve confidential content, there shouldn't be none at all, right?"

"At this stage, the tasks he has done really need to be kept secret." Makarov felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Rhodes. He lied to his own children and so on...

No, he didn't lie, "In short, Mester is indeed a member of the guild, there is no doubt about it."

"Then..." Rhodes suddenly stopped, "Wait a moment."

He took a few steps back and glanced around the tavern: "Erza, can you come here?"

"Huh?" Erza came over, "What's the matter?"

Mira, who was not far away, also walked over quickly and looked at him curiously. She always felt that she missed some big gossip while serving the dishes.

"Erusa, come forward and get ready for battle. Mira, step back a little and stand here." Rod pulled Mira and hid behind Erza.

Erza asked confused: "Fight? With whom?"

Makarov looked at him helplessly: "What is this?"

Rod bent down and pressed Mira's head to make her lower.

Mira slapped his hand away, but she felt something funny was going to happen, so she cooperated with him to hide.

Rod asked cautiously: "President, is there any magic in this world that can control your mind?"

Makarov's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and this guy suspected that he was controlled!

He called Erza over because he was afraid that he would hurt someone suddenly, and wanted to find someone who could compete with him, right?

Makarov didn't know whether he should be happy or angry that he could be cautious even at this time.

"Hahaha..." Mira covered her stomach and laughed so hard. Although she didn't know what happened, Rod actually said this conclusion seriously.

And he was prepared for the possibility that the president would attack them after being exposed.

It's so interesting!

"The president was controlled? Are you sure?" Erza opened her right hand, and a long sword appeared in her hand. She was really ready to protect Rod and Mira at the first time.

Makarov sighed helplessly: "The so-called mental magic, when the person realizes that he is affected, it is easy to resist.

Unless the magic power of the caster is much higher than mine, so that it is completely not on the same level."

"..." Erza put down the sword, this seems unlikely.

And if someone with much higher magic power than the president wants to plot against them, they can basically give up resistance.

Rod thought for a while: "Then..."

Makarov glanced at him: "You don't want to ask about magic that can affect memory again?"

Rod nodded.

"In theory, memory magic can indeed affect people with much higher magic power than yourself. But at the same time, as long as you realize that you may have been hit by this kind of magic, you can easily break it.

I have checked myself and I have not been hit by this kind of magic. Are you satisfied?"

Makarov looked at the brat hiding behind Erza and wanted to hit him on the head.

After saying this, Mira and Erza were stunned at the same time: "President, I..."

Makarov raised his hand to stop them from talking.

He glared at Rhodes, jumped off the counter, and put his hands behind his back: "Follow me."

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