[Fairy Tail] Take evil as the inscription

"That's the way it is." Ritter shrugged helplessly at Akunorollia.

And on the stone opposite him, sat Akunorollia who was exuding low air pressure.Next to Ritter stood Zeref with a serious face.

It wasn't that Akunorollia didn't want to go in to find Mephisto, but that he went straight forward, and his whole body was stuck to the barrier, with a "D)_O" on his face.

Kebra, who was standing by the side watching the play, burst out laughing, but was beaten up.

"'Human beings are forbidden to enter'..." Jeff put his hand on the barrier, and was also prevented from entering.

Can he still be considered a human being?

"It should be said that 'former human beings' are not allowed either." Ritter nodded, pointing to Kebula, who had a bruised nose and face, "he can't either."

"But in this way, Mephisto has half human blood, right?" Zeref slid his fingers across the barrier, causing a series of ripples, "What are the 'rules' of this barrier?"

"No, when I mated with Destri, I was in the form of a dragon." Akunorollia retorted him, "The child was also an egg when it was born."

Ritter: "Cough, cough cough." Is it really okay to say this kind of thing like this?

"Will the President and the others encounter any danger?" Kaga asked worriedly.

"That's not true." Jeff shook his head. "If it was the capital of the undead, they would not be in danger. But I always feel that there is something else..."

"Where's that silver-haired brat in your guild?" Akunorollia asked.

"Neil..." Ritter was startled.

Does this have anything to do with Neil's disappearance?

Ritter frowned, and the thoughts in his mind were a little unclear for a while.

Neil has always looked like that child. Even though he has a handsome face, he still has the same soft personality as when he first joined the guild.

He really couldn't figure out why this incident had anything to do with him.

"That kid, isn't he a human?" Akunorollia said.

"Uncle Broken Arm, what exactly do you want to say?" Turtle Dove stood up impatiently, "You mean to say that Neil is the risk factor in this incident?"

"I didn't say anything." Akunorollia smiled mockingly.

"That's what you want to express!" The turtledove was full of hostility.

"So what." Akunorollia's voice was steady, as if he had acquiesced to Turtledove's words.

"boom!"

The silvery-white blade flew out against Akunorollia's face shining brightly, smashing the rock behind him, and the rock was directly turned into powder under this blow.

"Sure enough, I still think you are an eyesore." Turtle Dove still held the handle of the knife, "I don't care what your identity is, whether it's the black dragon that destroys everything, or the father of that idiot president, if you say such stupid things again , I'll chop you into pieces."

"You can try it." Akunorollia was not too impressed by the threat of the turtledove.

"Turtledove, stop." Ritter held Turtledove's hand, "Now is not the time to quarrel."

"..." Turtledove gritted her teeth and broke away from Ritter's hand.

Akunorollia sneered.

"I don't care what you want to say or what you want to do." Turtledove returned to the original place and sat down, suppressing the anger in her green eyes and returning to calm, "But..."

"No one in the guild created by that guy will doubt his companion."

Akunorollia did not speak again.

Ritter breathed a sigh of relief. From this point of view, this person will still look at Mephisto's face.

This is a good thing.

"How long have they been in?" Jeff asked.

"It's been two hours, it's already one o'clock." Ritter raised his hand and looked at his watch.

"..." Jeff nodded.

"What do you mean by 'if it's the capital of the undead, they won't be in danger'?" Ritter sat next to Jeff.

"The capital of the undead is the home of the undead." Jeff said softly, "The people inside are all quiet souls."

"Then why can't humans get in?" Ritter thought for a while and asked.

"Because human souls account for the majority." Jeff laughed, "If you really want to go in, there is no way, but the premise is that you have died."

"Why are you sure there is no danger?"

"The undead will not actively attack humans, even if they want to attack, they will not be able to attack." Jeff said, "However, if you are inside, it is easy to meet important people who have died, which is beneficial to both the dead and those who enter traction."

"...that's it." Ritter sighed.

Now my thoughts are clear.

After all, Jeff has lived for 400 years and knows a lot.If he said it was safe, then there is no need to worry so much.

……

"Brother, Elias misses you so much." The lavender-haired girl rubbed against the man's chest, "I thought I would never see you again after I got here."

"I thought so too." Arlante said softly, rubbing the girl's hair.

"How is brother these past few years?" Elias sniffed.

"Well, it's not bad, but there are a lot of troubles in the guild." Arlante smiled helplessly.

"Hey, can you tell me?" Elias wiped away his tears and showed a smile that was the same as before. The previous disappointment disappeared completely, "Can you brother?"

"Well, it's possible." Arlante sat up, "But Elias, what's going on with this sea of ​​flowers?"

"The scene that impressed me the most during my lifetime will become part of the capital of the undead." Elias pursed his lips.

"There's nothing wrong here." Arlante pinched her face, "But the undead can also touch it."

"Because it's inside the capital of the undead." Elias said with a grin. "It's very safe here. I've met many seniors before!"

"...Senior?" Arlante was taken aback.

"Seniors of the elves!" Elias nodded, and then his face became serious, "By the way, brother, I learned a lot of important things from them!"

"Important things..." Arlante's expression became silent, "Elias, what do you want to say?"

"Brother, my seniors told me a lot about the Flower of Evil." Elias nodded, "And about that 'ancestral teaching'."

Hearing the words "ancestral training", Arlante unconsciously tightened his arms holding Elias.

That ancestral precept was what made him lose Elias.

"It's not my brother's fault." Feeling the strength in his waist, Elias lowered his eyelids.

"..." Arlante opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"I don't blame my brother." Elias said seriously, "As long as my brother is alive."

"...This is really difficult." Arlante smiled.

It's good to be alive, but it's really tiring.