At the same time.
Several months ago, at the Ten Wizard Saints meeting convened by the Magic Council ERA, Jose Porla, who had been misunderstood by Medivh and severely injured, had now fully recovered. He had colluded with Crawford Shem, the former Chairman of the Magic Council, to discuss ways to deal with Fairy Tail Guild.
Eventually, the two reached a consensus: they alone could not deal with Fairy Tail.
So, the two sought out the deepest darkness on the Ishgar continent.
Yes, they planned to use the Dark Guilds…
…to deal with Fairy Tail, which they couldn't handle.
Dark Magic Guild, Grimoire Heart.
Outside a huge tower, resembling a library.
Jose Porla and Crawford, faces wreathed in smiles, waited quietly here for the announcement from within.
"Can this Grimoire Heart really help us deal with Fairy Tail?!"
Jose Porla asked, looking at the plump Crawford beside him with a puzzled expression.
"Don't worry!"
"This senior is super famous in the dark world…"
"Rumor has it that he once broke into a country's royal palace for a few Magic books, entered the king's bedchamber in front of the guards, and took the books he wanted…"
"During that time, he didn't even glance at the king, and ignored all the armies and court Magicians chasing him, leaving unhurriedly!"
"I heard that the king was ultimately furious! He had never been ignored like that before, as if he were invisible air! "
"So, he spent a fortune, hiring a king among the Saint Ten Wizard to specifically deal with him! Unfortunately, he never succeeded!"
"He is a man who once faced several 'kings' of Ishgar alone. His strength is even above Warrod Sequen of Fairy Tail Guild! He is an unfathomable man…"
"There was once a saying in the dark world: as long as this senior is alive, the Dark Magic Guild he belongs to will be the strongest Dark Magic Guild on the Ishgar continent."
Crawford seemed to greatly admire the Master of the Grimoire Heart Guild.
"It would be good if that were truly the case."
Jose Porla was unimpressed.
How could there be so many beings in this world whose strength rivaled the Saint Ten Wizard and surpassed the 'kings'?
These beings were usually exaggerated…
If they truly rivaled the Ten Wizard Saints and surpassed the 'kings', would they still be wanted by the Magic Council ERA?! As long as you didn't go too far, the Council would turn a blind eye.
Otherwise, that troublesome Fairy Tail should have been disbanded long ago…
"I want to see how strong this Grimoire Heart truly is?!"
Jose Porla thought to himself.
After Crawford's boasting, Jose Porla's heart was itching. He wanted to see just how strong the Master of this Grimoire Heart was!
At the same time, Jose also noticed the darkness within the Magic Council…
Since Crawford Shem, the Chairman of the Magic Council, had always known the location of the strongest Dark Guild on the Ishgar continent, why had he never organized an 討伐隊?
It seemed that Crawford's dismissal from the Magic Council was no accident! This guy had already prepared a fallback plan for himself, ready to betray the Council at any time.
"Gentlemen, please come in!"
Just as Jose Porla and Crawford were conversing…
A young man with short blue hair, a mysterious runic tattoo on his face, and an almost identical appearance to Mystogan, walked out of the high tower and made a gesture for Jose Porla and Crawford to enter.
The young man's name was Jellal Fernandes, Mystogan's counterpart in Earth Land. He was also one of Master Hades' disciples in the Grimoire Heart Guild.
After Brain, the director of the Magic Development Bureau, and Master 'Zero' were both eliminated by Medivh ahead of time, Brain's other arrangements were directly destroyed by Precht (Hades), who then took these talented young people under his wing.
"This young man's talent is terrifying!"
Jose immediately saw the astonishing potential of the blue-haired youth before him…
Although this blue-haired youth was at most fifteen or sixteen years old, he exuded a magical power far exceeding that of a typical S-rank Guild member!
If he joined their Phantom Lord, he would undoubtedly become their Guild's ace, elevating Phantom Lord's strength by a notch.
Yes, as long as the blue-haired youth before him joined their Phantom Lord…
Then Phantom Lord would also have counterparts to the renowned Erza, Laxus, Mirajane, Ultear, and others in Fairy Tail Guild.
Most importantly, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth with S-class strength—what would he be like when he reached adulthood? Wouldn't he directly reach the realm of the Saint Ten Wizard?!
At this moment, Jose put away his disdain for Grimoire Heart. He suddenly realized that perhaps Grimoire Heart's strength was unbelievably powerful.
Of course, if Grimoire Heart couldn't keep this young man, Jose Porla wouldn't mind recruiting the youth into Phantom Lord and training him to become a force against the Magician Guild Fairy Tail.
"Here we are, Master Hades is inside."
"Then I shall take my leave. I won't disturb you two."
Jellal led Jose and Crawford to the door of Precht's room, then took his leave. He still had many Magic books he hadn't finished reading, and he didn't plan to go out until he had read all of them.
"This…"
Jose Porla looked in the direction Jellal had departed. He pursed his lips, several times intending to call out to him and recruit Jellal into his Guild, but ultimately he restrained himself.
"Sigh…"
Jose Porla sighed deeply, thinking this.
He ultimately didn't call out to Jellal, but instead turned his head, intending to first meet the troublesome Master of Grimoire Heart, the strongest Dark Guild on the Ishgar continent.
"Knock! Knock! Knock!"
Thinking this…
Jose Porla reached out and knocked hard on the door of the study before him.
"Come in!"
"The door isn't locked…"
As Jose Porla knocked on the door before him…
A voice came from within, slowly reaching Jose's ears.
"Go!"
After Jose and Crawford exchanged glances, they pushed open the door with force.
As the door opened…
What greeted Jose and Crawford's eyes was an elderly man sitting quietly on a throne, wearing a horned helmet, an eye patch over his right eye, quietly flipping through a book in his hand, with white hair and a long beard.
"Speak, what is it?!"
The old man seemed too lazy to even glance at Jose and Crawford. He nonchalantly asked Jose and Crawford why they had intruded upon his territory.
"This is the strong one you spoke of, whose strength surpasses a 'king'?"
"I don't see where he's strong at all!"
Jose looked the old man up and down, his expression filled with doubt.
Honestly, he couldn't feel where the old man's strength was strong.
This old man was as ordinary as any old man one might see, not a trace of magic power leaking from him.
"Young man, before you walk your own 'Magic Path', you see me as one views the moon in a well! Once you walk your own 'Magic Path', you see me as a tiny mayfly sees the vast sky!"
The old man finished speaking, and with a 'snap', he closed the book in his hand. From the book cover, one could see the title was "Medivh's Poetry Collection."
The old man casually tossed the poetry collection aside. Although he had just spoken of the contents of the poetry collection, his tone now carried a hint of disdain: "Writing such useless things."
"Boom!"
It was also after the old man finished complaining about the contents of the poetry collection that an astonishing amount of magic power erupted from his body.
At this moment, the old man seemed like the embodiment of the Abyss of Magic. Gazing at Jose and Crawford standing outside the abyss, he spoke with a grave voice: "If you don't want to die, then clearly state your intentions."
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