"Moen went with the old man to attend the Guild Masters' Regular Meeting?"
Inside the Fairy Tail guild hall, when Laxus heard this news, his expression changed for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.
Even if the old man had called him, he wouldn't have gone.
That so-called "Regional Guild Alliance" had limited value.
There were plenty of weak guilds in there—some guild masters might not even be able to beat him.
What use was there in banding together with such weaklings?
Laxus turned and left, continuing his training and making his final preparations for the S-Class Mage Exam.
At this moment, Moen had already departed with Makarov.
The two had boarded the train. Moen wasn't unfamiliar with this railway—he had come to Clover a few times before, including accompanying Wendy when she visited "Cait Shelter."
The train headed north. After passing several cities and crossing the great Clover Canyon, they finally arrived at Clover Station.
"The meeting venue isn't in central Clover Town. It's in the outskirts, but not too far. Let's hire a carriage."
After getting off the train, Makarov spoke.
"Okay."
Moen nodded. Outside the station were many carriages waiting for customers.
Once they stepped out, they easily boarded one.
After Makarov told the driver the location, the driver skillfully set off.
The regular meeting venue was actually quite remote—deep in the woods outside Clover.
The carriage driver looked as if he knew the route perfectly, which surprised Moen a little.
"Any old carriage driver who's worked here a few years would know the way. The Regional Guild Alliance has existed for many years, and the meeting venue has never changed."
Makarov explained.
Moen instantly understood—of course the venue would be a memorable destination for carriage drivers.
After a long stretch of the driver racing forward at full speed, Moen and Makarov soon arrived at their destination.
After getting off the carriage, Moen looked ahead—it was a large and luxurious villa, practically a grand hotel hidden in the forest.
"Let's go inside. I wonder how many people have already arrived."
Makarov took the lead with his short legs, Moen following behind, still feeling quite excited for this event.
The villa, looking just like a high-class resort, already gave off an impressive atmosphere.
But upon entering, Moen felt a little surprised—the interior décor and the exterior didn't match at all.
To put it plainly, the interior felt too simple.
It created a strange contrast—the outside looked like a five-star international hotel, while inside felt like a budget chain hotel.
That was pretty much the kind of odd mismatch it gave off.
However, the interior space was indeed quite large.
There was a spacious meeting hall, a banquet hall, and numerous rooms—many of them large suites capable of hosting several people.
It was clear the planners fully considered the fact that guild masters often brought their juniors.
"Let's put our luggage away first."
Since Moen wasn't familiar with the inside, he naturally followed Makarov.
The old man skillfully located a suite marked with the Fairy Tail guild emblem.
This had obviously been assigned long ago.
Every time he came for the meeting, the old man stayed in this room, so he knew the way well.
After placing their luggage, Makarov didn't linger. It was already late evening, and the banquet was happening tonight, so heading directly to the banquet hall was just right.
Moen remained cautious and quiet, following the old man. Along the way, they encountered many people, most of whom greeted Makarov with great respect.
Makarov, however, wasn't arrogant at all—he smiled warmly at everyone.
At eighty-two years old, holding the title one of the"Ten Wizard Saint," and having raised Fairy Tail to its current height, his reputation in Fiore was truly unmatched.
"This is my grandson, Moen. I brought him this time to broaden his horizons."
Makarov never forgot to mention Moen while greeting others.
Many people had brought their own juniors as well, and Moen met quite a few.
Soon, the banquet hall was filled with people, and those closest to Makarov formed a small circle around him.
Among them were a few Moen recognized, such as Goldmine, master of Quatro Cerberus, and Bob, master of Blue Pegasus.
These two were old friends of Makarov, knowing each other since their younger days.
They had also once been members of Fairy Tail, and were long-time acquaintances of Porlyusica.
"Grandpa Goldmine, Master Bob."
Moen took the initiative to greet them.
It had actually been a while.
Last time he saw them he had been even younger.
Goldmine wore a black triangular hat, black sunglasses, and full black clothing.
Most eye-catching were the spiked collars around his neck and wrists—yes, the same kind worn on vicious dogs or hunting hounds.
Very unique.
"Little Moen? You've grown this much already? Twelve or thirteen, and almost as tall as me—time really flies."
Goldmine sighed emotionally.
Last time he had seen Moen, the boy had been seven or eight years old.
Blink once, and he'd grown so much.
Then again, Goldmine himself was already eighty years old, these old men were only getting older.
Beside Goldmine was a short, bald, chubby man with pink blush, heart-shaped lipstick, a pink-purple camisole, and tiny white wings on his back.
The style was extremely exaggerated—one could impolitely call it cross-dressing.
His appearance matched perfectly with his mannerisms. This was Bob, the master of Blue Pegasus. He looked at Moen with a warm, loving expression.
"It's been a few years, and little Moen has grown into such a handsome young boy."
Matching his appearance, his mannerisms were just as exaggerated. This was Bob, the Guild Master of "Blue Pegasus," and he looked at Moen with a face full of affection.
Seeing Bob, Moen felt his scalp go numb. The reason Moen called him "Master Bob" instead of using a closer term like "Grandpa," just as he did with Goldmine, was because during their last meeting, Bob had asked Moen to call him "Grandma."
Moen really couldn't handle it, so he simply went with "Master."
He had to admit, whether it was in his previous life or this one, Moen wasn't very good at dealing with people like this—much less when that person was an elder, and one who treated him kindly and even liked him. It truly gave him a headache.
"Little Moen, have you thought about what I told you last time~? Join our Blue Pegasus! Look, your magic is Pegasus Meteor Fist—doesn't that match perfectly with us?
And besides, our guild is full of handsome men and beautiful women. You're a little handsome guy yourself. Joining Blue Pegasus would be just perfect~"
Bob leaned in, speaking to Moen with his face full of loving affection. One of his hands rested dramatically on his cheek—his entire posture utterly "seductive."
"Bob! You bastard! Trying to poach someone right in front of me and you're trying to steal my grandson! Can you not have a little shame?!"
Bob's words immediately infuriated Makarov. He jumped up and yelled. Among the three old men, Makarov was the oldest, while Bob was the youngest at only seventy-four, so naturally Makarov could scold him however he wanted.
Even after being scolded, Bob didn't get angry. He simply laughed casually and waved his hand at Makarov.
"These things should be decided by Little Moen himself. Makarov, what you say doesn't count."
As he spoke, he looked at Moen expectantly.
Goldmine stood to the side watching the show, ready to pounce like a hunting dog. If Moen actually agreed, he would jump in and fight to recruit him as well.
After all these years, little Moen had grown unbelievably fast! Just standing here, one could feel the vibrant life force radiating from him. How much luck did that old Makarov have?! How did he manage to pick up such a gifted grandson?!
Goldmine was truly envious. Among the three guilds, his "Quatro Cerberus" had the weakest reputation and strength, so naturally he was even more eager to recruit a genius young mage.
"Sorry, Master Bob, but please allow me to refuse once again. In my heart, there is only one sun and that is Grandpa Makarov!"
Faced with the gazes of the three guild masters, Moen stood up straight, placing a hand over his heart as he responded firmly.
"This brat…"
Makarov couldn't help but laugh. He was never worried that Moen would be swayed. Moen lived so comfortably in Fairy Tail—warming everyone's hearts and being loved by all. How could he possibly think of joining Blue Pegasus?
"What a pity~"
Bob shook his head helplessly and let out a small sigh, looking deeply wounded. His exaggerated expression truly made it hard for Moen to keep a straight face.
But since he was a kind elder, Moen could only endure it.
"You two didn't bring anyone with you this time?"
After mocking Bob for trying to poach Moen, Makarov asked curiously.
"I did. Let me call him over to introduce him."
Goldmine replied. He waved toward the distance, and a young man carrying a gourd-shaped wine flask quickly jogged over. This young man looked only a few years older than Moen, his hair tied back under a white headscarf, with a row of small triangles tattooed beneath each eye. His expression was wild and unrestrained.
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