As soon as his words fell, a dark Magic circle rose from their bodies, and black hellfire suddenly surged, engulfing them in an instant:
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
"No... Ah ah ah ah!!!"
Before they could scream a few times, they turned into ashes and disappeared.
The Grand Bishop stood in front of Jellal and said:
"Since you're awake, stop pretending to sleep."
Hearing this, the 'fainted' Jellal's body trembled almost imperceptibly, but he continued to play dead.
Then he heard the Grand Bishop say:
"Do you also want to experience hellfire?"
Left with no choice, Jellal opened his eyes, twisted his body, and forced himself to sit up, looking at the Grand Bishop vigilantly.
The Grand Bishop said indifferently:
"Are you interested in joining the Black Magic Cult?"
"You will receive the best training."
Jellal's face darkened slightly, uncertain:
"What if I don't join?"
The Grand Bishop's tone remained unchanged:
"You will die."
Then he added:
"Now."
Jellal's face was pitch black, and looking at the Grand Bishop, he couldn't help but blurt out:
"But your strength isn't that great, is it?"
"The R System was easily destroyed."
The Grand Bishop shook his head, saying nonchalantly:
"So what?"
"As long as we want, we can build another one anytime."
"We are always looking for talented children."
"Do you think it has to be you?"
"Although children with Magic talent like yours are rare, if they can't grow up, what value do they have?"
"On the contrary."
"As long as you join the Black Magic Cult."
"We can turn a wandering beggar into the offspring of a certain prince or minister, or we can let him directly inherit a certain Kingdom, and we can even let him participate in the election to join the Magic Council."
"Join us, and you will receive the best resources and training."
"Conversely, there is no need for your existence."
"What is your decision?"
Jellal's heart sank. He looked at the Grand Bishop and asked mockingly:
"Do I have a choice?"
Then he slowly closed his eyes.
The Grand Bishop nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand, and placed it on Jellal's head:
"A wise choice."
The Magic power from his palm surged into Jellal's mind. Jellal trembled violently, and intense pain swept through his brain, almost causing him to faint.
A Black Magic Cult symbol slowly formed on Jellal's forehead.
A moment later.
The Grand Bishop released his hand:
"The Finance Minister of the Helen Kingdom needs a child. From now on, he will be your father, and your mother will be a second-level member of the Magic Council."
"Zicklein."
"This is your new identity."
"Have a good sleep, child."
"When you wake up, it will be a brand new life."
Hearing the name Zicklein, Jellal's pupils contracted sharply, but before he could think further, he fainted. The Cult symbol on his forehead also slowly faded.
Two Cult guards walked in from outside. The Grand Bishop waved his hand, and the Cult guards dragged Jellal away.
Only then did the Grand Bishop turn around and walk to the podium in front of the statue, picking up the newspaper again, his face somewhat gloomy as he looked at Fairy Tail's 'letter of thanks':
"Grimoire Heart...."
This time, the construction had learned from the previous lessons, and the news was kept so tight that the Council hadn't received any information for so many years, yet they were defeated by Grimoire Heart.
Don't look at how easily he spoke to Jellal, but the actual situation was much more difficult.
Although the Cult had brainwashed many nobles, they had almost drained those guys over the years. This time they failed again, and they would have to explain it in a troublesome way as before.
And thinking that this was purely an undeserved disaster for him.
The Grand Bishop was so angry that his teeth itched.
Grimoire Heart must have nothing better to do, right? Why abduct a child for no reason?
And they abducted the child of such a strong Magician. How could the parents not search for them?
Their large Cult abducted children very cautiously, either orphans or from remote small mountain villages.
Grimoire Heart, on the other hand, just abducted them forcefully.
And they abducted the child of an S-Class Mage.
That kind of child's talent is high, but they are also prone to trouble. Damn Grimoire Heart, damn Fairy Tail....
In terms of hard power, the Black Magic Cult really had no way.
But not venting this anger was truly unbearable. The Grand Bishop was almost grinding his teeth.
After enduring for a long time, the Grand Bishop still couldn't swallow this anger.
In terms of strength, they couldn't beat these two Guilds, but in terms of connections, how many princes and nobles could these guys know?
Just you wait!!!
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