Fairy Tail: I Am the God

Gray stopped looking at the cabin and instead cast a warning spell to isolate himself from the cabin.

One spell after another quickly formed a barrier, enveloping Grey and Hermione within it.

If anyone else were to pass by at this moment, they would find that there is nothing there and they would not be able to see Gray and his companion hiding within the barrier.

Having done all this, Gray calmed himself down and prepared to deal with any unexpected situations.

A dozen seconds later, footsteps came from a distance, and Edward, wearing a mask, walked over.

Where are you hiding?

Edward walked over step by step, a magic ball on his shoulder scanning the surroundings with a yellow light.

Yellow light swept across the distance, and each spot that was scanned emitted a faint fluorescence.

Seeing this, Gray felt his heart racing. He knew without even thinking that the magic orb was meant to detect invisible units.

"The other side has reconnaissance capabilities. They grabbed my hand; we're ready to leave at any moment."

Gray bowed his head and gave an order, staring intently at Edward, the magical orb on his shoulder.

One second, two seconds...

The number of times the magic orb swept across the area increased, and Edward himself became noticeably more alert, clearly sensing something.

"Prepare..."

As the distance drew closer, Gray could even estimate that the next magical orb would scan his hiding place.

If we can get through this, then everything will be fine.

If there's no way to avoid it, then the only option is to continue fleeing, but whether or not they can escape is anyone's guess.

The next moment, the light from the magic ball swept over, and a little bit of fluorescence began to emanate from the area in front.

Gray couldn't help but hold his breath, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Click...

Just as they were about to get within a meter of Gray and his companion's hiding place, a sharp sound suddenly came from afar.

In an instant, upon hearing the sound, the magic orb that was scanning the area immediately turned its light back, locking onto the location from which the sound came.

Click, click, click...

The location locked onto by the magic orb was that small wooden house.

Grey and Hermione looked up and saw an old man with a white beard struggling to chop firewood by the window of the cabin.

Chapter 289, Nicolas Flamel on his deathbed. (Second update)

A silent forest, an eerie wooden house, and an old man with a full head of white hair.

"How interesting! I didn't even notice there were still living people here!"

Edward slowly turned around, a hint of excitement in his voice, and walked step by step toward the cabin.

Everything was quiet. The old man in the wooden house was still chopping firewood, seemingly unaware of what was happening outside.

Seeing this, Grey and Hermione exchanged a glance and watched even more closely.

Whistling, Edward walked slowly toward the cabin, his steps as light as a waltz.

However, just as the other person reached the doorway, Edward stopped and showed no intention of going any further.

"What happened? Why did he stop?"

Hermione turned around, puzzled, and asked Grey the question.

Upon hearing this, Gray shook his head slightly. He didn't know what Edward had sensed, but through Edward's gaze, he noticed the seriousness in Edward's eyes.

Under the solemn gaze, Edward stopped moving forward and slowly extended his hand.

The slender fingers moved slowly forward, the movement appearing incredibly gentle.

Sizzling...

Visibly, Edward's finger twitched slightly, and a spark of electricity flashed across the other's finger.

The next second, Edward lowered his head slightly, as if he had thought of something.

Hesitantly, he took a handful of fine sand from his pocket and sprinkled it little by little at his feet.

The scattered fine sand has seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, making it look beautiful.

A short while later, the colorful sand began to burn, and amidst the billowing smoke, a blue, net-like barrier appeared before everyone's eyes.

Looking at the net-like barrier in front of him, Edward stood there, unmoved for a long time.

A few minutes later, just when Gray thought Edward would choose to launch a strong attack on the barrier, the other party simply turned around and left.

Gray watched as his opponent transformed into black smoke and disappeared into the distance, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"He just left like this?"

Hermione's eyes were full of confusion, and Grey beside her was no different.

Gray cautiously looked at the cabin, or rather, at the old man inside, before stepping out of the invisibility barrier:

"Sir, are you Mr. Nicolas Flamel?"

Click...

Another axe fell, and the old man inside slowly raised his head and smiled at Gray.

What a smile! The other person's hair was like dry straw, and their face was full of wrinkles.

He was missing at least two-thirds of his teeth, and with his cloudy eyes, he looked like he was on the verge of death.

It felt like he was about to die of old age at any moment.

This feeling is very real and impactful.

"Big brother, look!"

Hermione pointed to the door of the cabin, where there was a faded nameplate.

Gray looked up and saw that there were blurry words on the nameplate, but he could barely make out the name "Nicole".

"Looks like this old man really is Nicolas Flamel, but he's way too old!"

Gray looked at the house number, then at the toothless old man, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Nicolas Flamel, who was chopping wood, seemed to sense Gray's thoughts and spoke up, trembling:

"Gentlemen, you've come a long way to be guests. Would you like to come in and have a seat?"

Gray pondered for a moment; his purpose in coming here was to persuade Nicolas Flamel to return to service.

Although the old man in front of him looked like he was on his deathbed, he was able to scare Edward away, so he must have some strength.

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, sir!"

Gray nodded in agreement and walked towards the door of the cabin.

When the two of them arrived in front of the barrier, the entire net-like barrier quickly opened, revealing a passage.

Walking through the passage opened by the barrier, Grey and Hermione walked side by side and pushed open the door of the cabin.

Once you open the door and go inside, the wooden house doesn't look as small as it appears from the outside.

The entire area is roughly the size of two basketball courts, with various books covering all four walls and an experimental table placed in the middle.

“Mr. Nicolas Flamel, I’ve come here this time…”

Just as Gray opened his mouth, Nicolas Flamel came over with a tray of tea and snacks, a teapot in his right hand.

Out of politeness to the powerful, Gray thanked him and accepted the tea and snacks, but when he tried to take the teapot, he was not allowed to.

"It is the host's duty to pour tea for the guests."

Although Nicolas Flamel was old, he still did not agree to Gray's gesture of pouring himself tea.

Seeing this, Gray couldn't say anything more and could only watch as Nicolas Flamel trembled as he picked up the teacup and struggled to lift the teapot.

The tea flowed straight down from the spout of the teapot and into the golden teacup.

Gray stared at Nico's hands, because in just a short while, the other's hands were trembling even more violently, and even a lot of tea was spilled.

"Brother, isn't Mr. Nicolas Flamel too old?"

Seeing Nicolas Flamel struggling even to pour tea, Hermione couldn't help but whisper something.

You see, the reason for seeking out Nicolas Flamel this time is to fight against Edward.

But now, even pouring tea is incredibly difficult for Nicolas Flamel, so it's even more uncertain whether he can fight Edward.

"maybe."

Gray was also somewhat disheartened; this version of Nicolas Flamel couldn't really give him much confidence.

"Please try the tea and snacks. I made them all, and I hope you like them!"

Nicolas Flamel, trembling, pushed the plate of tea and snacks towards them, indicating that the two could enjoy themselves.

Gray smiled and responded, saying: