Fairy Tail: I want to summon Baron Nash

There are generally two sources of tasks randomly assigned at regular meetings:

One is from the Council. In order to make up for their lack of manpower or lack of ability, they have to ask some guilds for assistance.

Rhode has experienced this kind of task. It is generally troublesome and the remuneration is average, but the advantage is that it can gain the favor of the Council.

It is a little useful for Fairy Tail, at least it can make Mr. Yajima more confident when speaking for Fairy Tail in the Council.

The other is from some small guilds.

Small guilds occasionally receive commissions beyond their own capabilities.

Some they will directly refuse, and suggest or help the client to contact the big guild. Some will decide to hand it over to the big guild after trying and confirming that they can't do it.

Routine meetings are a good occasion for handing over commissions.

Those who can go up to draw lots are naturally guild presidents who are recognized by everyone and capable of handling these matters.

Blue Pegasus and Four Hounds are among such large guilds. Fairy Tail, as one of the strongest guilds in Fiore, naturally has to bear such responsibilities.

Makarov jumped off the chair, walked forward a few steps, and immediately turned back: "Rod, you go for me."

"Can I?"

"Go ahead, my luck is too bad."

Makarov was helpless. It was obviously a task of similar difficulty, but he always drew the lowest reward.

Then when he returned to the guild, the children complained that he had never drawn a good lot.

Today Makarov wanted to confirm whether he was unlucky or those guys were targeting Fairy Tail.

It shouldn't happen, but Goldman might suddenly have a whim to mess with him.

Rod had no choice but to go up and draw the lot. The ordinary lot holder and bamboo sticks looked like handmade products, and there was no trace of magic.

He didn't plan to cheat, but just drew one when it was his turn.

"Best"

"Rod! You are really...too reliable!" Makarov was so excited. He finally saw what the best lot looked like!

Rod wondered, "No, I thought they said that you drew a 'bad lot' as a metaphor, but it turns out that the lot really says something like 'good' or 'bad'?"

"Because when we first determined this process, Makarov said it was more interesting, so we simply marked the tasks of equal difficulty and different rewards in the form of 'good' and 'bad'." Goodman laughed mercilessly, "But he always drew 'bad', hahaha!"

"Didn't I draw a good lot?" Makarov was in a good mood and didn't want to argue with him.

But he immediately felt wronged again. Why did Rod draw a good lot right away? Is my luck really that bad?

As the process of drawing lots was completed, this regular meeting ended successfully.

In the evening, a banquet was held as usual. Makarov went to drink and chat with old friends by himself, and asked Rod to go find someone he liked to say hello to and make some friends.

Rod always felt that the president wanted to get him out so that no one would care about his drinking.

But since the president said so, Rod had to walk around the banquet hall casually.

After three days in the conference hall, there are always a few familiar faces. It doesn't hurt to get to know them.

One of the presidents brought a beautiful wizard. She said Mira was her admired senior and wanted to ask Rhodes for an autograph.

Rhodes thought about it carefully. It seemed that he had seen her in a certain issue of Wizard Weekly, but he didn't remember her very well.

Rhodes didn't remember Mira having this habit of asking for autographs, so he just said perfunctorily that he would go back and ask for help.

Anyway, Rhodes didn't want to come to the next regular meeting.

I always felt that the president pushed a lot of troubles to him.     In the future, I will take a task and go out to hang out when the regular meeting is approaching.

That night, Rhodes had to take care of the drunken old man again. It was not until the next morning that the presidents left.

Rhodes naturally left with Makarov on the train.

As soon as he was out of the sight of the other presidents, Makarov showed Rhodes his magic of changing clothes.

The official Saint Ten coat turned into a comfortable ordinary winter coat.

With enviable speed and accuracy in changing clothes, Rhode said, "President, I want to learn this."

Although the president may not be as good as Erza in changing clothes magic, what she explained is more suitable for Rhode.

It can only be said that those who use it well may not be taught well.

...

"Welcome back, President, Rhode, you have worked hard outside."

Mira greeted the two with a smile.

If you ignore the shabby tavern and a group of people lying on the ground, this scene can be more warm.

Makarov sighed: "You are the one, you have worked hard to stay behind, isn't Erza here?"

Seeing that the president had something to say, Rhode didn't rush to interrupt, so he stood behind the president and blinked at Mira.

Mira smiled at him but didn't respond. Instead, she answered the president's question:

"Eluza went to the Heart Cross again. She said she wanted to adjust the design of several sets of armor. She will probably be back later."

"These few days... Forget it. When Erza comes back, bring her and Rod to see me." Makarov wanted to ask if anyone had gotten into trouble again in the past few days, but he had apologized enough yesterday and didn't want to ask today.

Although it's a matter of time, it's better to delay it for a day.

"No, President, why do you have something to do with me? I just got back."

"Because you drew the lot." Makarov said as a matter of course, "and if you go with Erza, we will definitely beat that guy Goldman!"

"Isn't that just a quarrel after drinking too much? Why do you take it seriously?"

"..."Makarov didn't want Rod to mention his drinking in front of Mira, "I only drank a little bit of wine, how could I be drunk?

That was a decision made when I was completely sober. I must let him see how good the wizards in our guild are! Our Fairy Tail is the best guild!"

Mira smiled: "President? Didn't we agree to control the amount of alcohol? What's the matter with drinking too much? What's the matter with the competition?"

Makarov's forehead was sweating, and he went up to the second floor in a flash: "Ask Rod, and we will talk about the details when Erza comes!"

Rod had no choice but to throw the trouble to... He glanced at Mira, oh, this doesn't seem to be a trouble.

Mira asked in confusion, "What happened?"

"Two old kids are fighting, and they have to compare whose child is better..." Rod told Mira the cause of the incident, and also talked about what happened in the past few days, and accused the president of unreliable behavior.

Mira smiled when she heard that the president talked in his sleep during the meeting and asked Rod to smooth things over.

"Oh, by the way." Rod looked at her, "I'm back."

"Welcome back..." Mira responded subconsciously, and then asked, "Didn't I say it once?"

Rod smiled without saying anything, and silently took out the snacks he brought back for her from his bag.

Mira thought about it, and suddenly hit him lightly on the arm.