NABC Chapter 29: I'm here to help you!
Chapter 29: I'm here to help you!
"I can invite you to visit our guild."
Moen said that proving oneself is the most troublesome thing. Even if he praises Fairy Tail to the skies, it is not as good as letting this old man go to Fairy Tail himself to experience it and feel the atmosphere of a big family.
Moen believes that the guild's atmosphere will touch everyone, because he firmly believes that "Fairy Tail" is the best guild!
"I'm sorry, I can't leave here."
Robin shook his head, rejecting the suggestion.
"..."
Moen was speechless. This old man had too many problems. If this wouldn't work, and that wouldn't work, then finding Gerald was the only option left.
If all else fails, why not just expose this old man's secrets? Tell Wendy that these people are all thought beings?
Moen thought about it for a moment, but ultimately did not take action. After all, the reason why old man Robin wouldn't let Wendy go was essentially because he didn't want to betray Gerald's trust in him. Even if his secret was exposed, he would probably still insist.
When did Gerald leave? Which direction did he go?
Without further hesitation, Moen decisively asked. He was going to find Gerald eventually anyway, and once he found Gerald, he could invite both of them to join the guild, thus completing the mission perfectly and getting all the rewards.
"He hasn't been gone long, about three or four hours. He headed south. If you walk quickly along this road, you might be able to catch up with him."
Robin Lue stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction Gerald had left.
'Did they go to Croba?'
Moen nodded, already understanding the situation.
Robin Lue was pointing in the direction that was clearly heading towards Croba.
This dilapidated village is not close to Croba; it would take three or four hours to cover even a third of the distance on foot, and that's based on Moen's walking pace.
In terms of physical fitness, Moen had absolute confidence. Gerald was definitely not as good as him. His body, forged with sweat, was no joke. Even during these few days in the Vas Tree Sea, Moen did not miss his daily training.
Moen firmly believed in one principle: during training, the sweat is on your own face; after training, the sweat is on the enemy's face.
"Wendy, wait for me here. Once I find Jellal and come back, I can take you two to Fairy Tail. There's a kid in the guild named Natsu. Like you, he's also a dragon's child, and he's also searching for the lost dragon. I think you'll have a lot in common."
Before setting off to find Gerald, Moen knelt down in front of Wendy, stroked her head, and spoke gently.
He decided to play the last "Fire Dragon Natsu" card. Since things had come to this point, there was no point in keeping it in his hand anymore. He might as well play it to give Wendy another reason to come with him.
"Really...really?!"
There's a reason why Moen used this card as a finishing move; Wendy's big eyes immediately lit up when she heard this.
"Of course it's true, just wait patiently for me to come back."
Moen smiled, patted Wendy's head gently, then got up and left without giving her any further explanation.
"Big brother! I'll wait for you to come back!"
Watching Moen's figure disappear into the distance, Wendy put her hand to her mouth and shouted loudly, as if she were exerting all her strength.
Moen, standing some distance away, didn't turn around; he simply waved in response.
"..."
Robin looked at all this and couldn't help but shake his head. He was clearly trying to help, so why did he seem like a villain?
Leaving aside the minor grievances in Grandpa Robin's heart, on the other hand, Moen's search for Gerald went unexpectedly smoothly.
After leaving the dilapidated village, Moen quickly found Geral's trail, mainly because it was difficult for him not to notice him.
In the distance, intense magical fluctuations enveloped a large area, and dark clouds filled the sky, making it look like the end of the world.
From Moen's perspective, the sky over there looked like it had been ripped open, and the opening seemed poised to swallow everything in the world.
The intense magical pressure made people uncomfortable even from a distance, giving off an ominous feeling; it was definitely not good magic.
The reason this strange phenomenon is related to Geralt is because Moen sensed Geralt's magical aura—no, it should be said that it was the magical aura of Geralt's wand.
Gerald was casting a spell, using it to fight against the strange phenomenon in the sky!
Without hesitation, Moen rushed toward the area from which the magical fluctuations were coming. He was actually quite surprised because Gerald's wand seemed to be even more powerful than he had imagined.
The magic power released by that wand was unlike anything a magical artifact could possess; the amount of magic power was enormous, and the magic circle it created was reversing the terrifying anomaly in the sky. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been noticed by Moen from so far away.
Logically speaking, with so much magic power stored in the magic crystal, it should be very unstable and unusable for magical items.
"That's strange."
As he pondered this, Moen ignored the thickets of bushes and quickly traversed the forest, arriving at Gerald's location in no time.
It was on a cliff. Gerald's not-so-strong or tall figure stood on the edge of the cliff, holding his wand high in his hand.
A complex magic circle extended from beneath his feet, expanding outwards. At the tip of his wand was a smaller magic circle, with magic power surging continuously towards the "crater" in the sky.
'What kind of magic is this? I've never seen anything like it before.'
Moen looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky with a serious expression. Now that he was under the shadow of this phenomenon, the physical and mental oppression became more obvious, and the magic power in his body was also abnormally restless. This magic made him feel very dangerous.
Moen's arrival caught Gerald's attention.
"Moun? What are you doing here?! It's dangerous here! Get out of here!"
Gerald struggled to hold his staff high, maintaining the magic circle's operation, then roared at Moen with a slightly ferocious expression.
"Stop talking nonsense, how can I help you?"
Moen's expression was serious. He ignored Gerald's words telling him to leave quickly and instead asked decisively, "Since we're already here, we should definitely help first. This magic is so dangerous. Moen can't leave Gerald here alone to deal with it."
"Mount! This magic is really dangerous. If it's not handled properly, you could die! This is my own business, I don't want to involve anyone else!"
Gerald gritted his teeth and continued to persuade Moen to leave quickly, as he wasn't confident he could reverse the magic.
"Your own business? No, this is not your own business."
Before Moen could speak, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, startling Moen so much that he quickly turned around.
"Grandpa Makarov?! What are you doing here?!"
Upon seeing the person who arrived, Moen's eyes widened immediately. This serious-looking old man was none other than his grandfather, Makarov.