Fairy Tail: Capturing the Demon Mirajane at the Start

"Of course not~"

"According to the research of the Magic Council ERA, every Balgan monster in this world is a unique individual, with distinctive patterns on its fur and teeth. This magical monument records the patterns on the skin and teeth of each Balgan monster to ensure that no one repeatedly uses the same Balgan monster's corpse to farm achievements."

Susan continued to explain.

"so it is."

Igor nodded repeatedly, thinking to himself, "There are quite a few talented people in the council."

"Alright, that's enough for my free time! I'm really grateful to Miss Susan for being my guide! Now, it's time for me to go to the mountains and have some fun with the magical beast Balkans."

As he spoke, Igor bid farewell to Susan, stretched his neck slightly, making a soft 'crack, crack' sound, and made as if preparing to head into the Halberd Mountains.

"Excuse me, sir, please wait a moment."

Susan was startled when she saw Igor, dressed in only a thin shirt, heading towards the Halberd Mountains where the temperature is minus twenty degrees Celsius year-round. She quickly stopped him and called out, "Hey, please wait a moment!"

"The Harbe Mountains are far more dangerous than you imagine. Even if you don't form a standard three- or four-person mage team, please at least be prepared to keep warm!"

Susan's tone was resolute.

"Uh."

Igor couldn't help but smile as he looked at Susan, who stood in his way, preventing him from going to Mount Halby.

He knew Susan meant well and was worried about his safety, so he decided to bypass her and continue on his way.

"Susan, rescuing a newcomer again?"

At this moment, other passing adventurers and mage squads, upon seeing the scene before them, couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

Susan was clearly known in the town for frequently stopping novice adventurers.

"Please make way, everyone..."

Just as Igor was about to say something, a shrill noise rang out in the town's streets.

"Ok?"

Just as Igor was about to leave, he heard the commotion behind him and, driven by his subconscious, turned around to look at the source of the sound.

And so, Igor saw dozens of fully armed adventurers and mages surrounding a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes, dressed in a black trench coat, walking step by step toward the monument.

"This guy's style of dressing is similar to mine, but he's too flamboyant in his dealings with people."

Igor looked at the newcomer and commented.

"Wait, could that person be...?"

However, adventurers seem to fall for this notion; subconsciously, they believe that a grander display equates to greater strength.

"Yes, Lord Igor has arrived!!"

The adventurers, noticing that everyone's eyes were on them, smiled slightly. They stepped back, invited the black-haired youth behind them to the front, and loudly announced his name.

"As expected of Lord Igor~"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Am I dreaming? To actually have the honor of meeting the legendary Lord Ig..."

"That famous mage from the Fairy Tail guild."

In an instant, the entire Adventurer's Town seemed to have become a star-studded event, with thousands of adventurers surrounding the town.

"It's so crowded."

As a result, Igor was naturally squeezed into the crowd and looked speechlessly at the show-off who was imitating him. He never expected that the 'real and fake fire dragon' drama would one day be staged in front of him.

"Sigh, there are downsides to being famous."

Igor feigned emotion.

"Lord Igor has said that he is preparing to gather a thousand adventurers to go to the Halber Mountains to fight the four Beast Kings, and he hopes that everyone will sign up enthusiastically."

Just as Igor was feeling sentimental, the adventurer who had been protecting the fake Igor in the center spoke up once again.

"To subdue the Four Great Beast Kings?"

"Has this day finally come?"

"Count me in!"

"Count me in too!"

At the adventurer's call, the adventurers and mages present were initially taken aback, but then the whole place erupted in cheers.

"The Four Great Beast Kings?"

Igor paused for a moment, his eyes filled with confusion.

"The so-called Four Great Beast Kings are the 'kings' of the four largest Balkan tribes in the Harbe Mountains, each of which has been rated as 'S-class' by the Magic Council's ERA."

The all-knowing Susan continued to answer Ig's questions, resting her hands on her chin and looking at the fake Ig with a smitten smile: "Is this the legendary Lord Ig? Seeing is believing, he's the most handsome man of all."

"Uh."

After hearing Susan's words, Igor's eye twitched slightly, and he didn't know what to say.

"call out!"

Just as Igor was pondering how to quell the farce with minimal cost, a man dressed in blue-purple armor, holding a wine jug, descended from the sky and landed among the crowd surrounding the fake Igor, sending many adventurers flying.

Who is it?

"That's so rude!"

"You have to wait in line to register!"

Many adventurers yelled and warned the man who cut in line.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm in a hurry."

After apologizing to the fishy-faced man, the man turned his gaze directly to the fake Igor standing in the Adventurers' Center and asked, "Are you Igor?"

"Yes, that's right."

Fake Igor was sweating. He could sense that the man before him was no ordinary person, so he tentatively asked, "And you are, sir?"

"call out!"

The man in purple armor didn't answer the fake Igor's question at all. He passed through the swirling sand like the wind and instantly appeared in front of the fake Igor, punching him in the stomach.

"bump!"

The next second, a piercing roar reached everyone's ears. Fake Igor flew backward like a kite with a broken string, finally falling to the ground and completely losing consciousness.

"Mr. Igor, he was instantly killed?"

The surrounding mages were all dumbfounded.

"Damn it, Mr. Ryan was instantly killed, we've been exposed!"

As for the fake Igor's accomplices, they looked at the fake Igor who was instantly defeated by the man and said in horror.

"Haha, so you really are a fake?"

After the man instantly killed the fake Ig with a single punch, he revealed an expression of certainty and laughed, "After all, your magic is quite weak."

"Alright, let me reintroduce myself. My name is Pakas, and I am an S-class mage from the Four Hounds of the Mage Guild. I have come here specifically to hunt the four Beast Kings of the Harbert Mountains."

Yes, the man who instantly killed the fake Ig was none other than the ace of the 'Four-Headed Hound' guild, 'Drunken Eagle' Pakas.

"Pakas? 'Drunken Eagle' Pakas?"

"An S-class mage with four hawks!"

"Such an important figure would actually come to the Halberd Mountains?"

The adventurers and mages present had naturally heard of Pakas's name, and they all showed expressions of shock and admiration.

"Fake Ig was defeated in an instant?"

"Well, although this farce started off rather tiring, at least it's over."

After seeing the fake Igor get instantly killed by Pakas, Igor immediately shook his head. He was too lazy to get involved in this mess and prepared to leave.

"Uh, I really didn't expect that Mr. Igor was a fake."

As for Susan, she looked at Igor, who had been instantly defeated by Pacas, with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Um...should we give her an autograph or something?"

Igor glanced at Susan, who looked as if her dream had shattered, and muttered to himself, recalling the fake dragon's behavior. However, he quickly dismissed the thought, because it was just too 'awful'.

"May we meet again someday."

Thinking of this, Igor smiled at Susan and instantly disappeared outside the crowd.

"Huh? Boss? Where have you been?"

Susan blinked and realized that Igor had already disappeared from her sight, and couldn't help but say.

"Alright, now we can go to Mount Halberd."

Ignoring the crowd behind him, Igor walked toward the distant snow-capped mountains.

"call out!"

Until a piercing whooshing sound rang out behind Igor.

"Ok?"

Igor remained unfazed as he turned around and easily blocked the punch thrown by the newcomer.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a piercing roar rang out in the street, and Pakas, who had just killed the fake Ig, was standing in front of Ig, maintaining his punching stance, while Ig held Pakas's fist tightly in his hand.

“Yo, Igor.”

Pakas glanced at the cold-faced Igor, a slight smile playing on his lips, and sneered, "Since you've seen me, why don't you say hello before you leave?"

"Huh? Are we that close?"

Igor raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing displeasure.

"Huh?"

The other adventurers present were all dumbfounded: "The real Igor is here too?"

Chapter 63 If ​​apologies were effective, what would be the point of the council?

"Take this, Drunken Wandering Body Eight Trigrams Palm!"

As "Drunken Eagle" Pakas spoke, he raised the oil gourd from his waist, tilted his head back, and poured a large amount of liquor into his mouth.

As the strong liquor rushed down his throat, his previously calm and composed face immediately flushed with an unnatural redness. His movements became even more swift, like a hunting cheetah launching an attack on Igor.

"Ugh."

Seeing this, Igor sighed helplessly. He retreated and distanced himself from Pakas, thinking to himself, "No wonder it's a worldview that blends multiple cultures! Even Chinese martial arts can be considered a powerful form of magic in this world."

“If Pakas can persist in his cultivation day after day, it’s not impossible for him to reach the level of ‘Saint Ten’ in ten or twenty years! But he’s still too inexperienced.”

As Ig pondered this, he directly activated the 'Receive Magic'.

"Receive the Soul of the Ice and Snow Demon!"

Igor glanced at the Halberd Mountains behind him and decided to take advantage of the terrain to receive the demon souls most suitable for fighting in the icy wilderness.

The Ice and Snow Demon was created when Ig was hunting monsters in the Balkans in the Harbe Mountains. The system collected people's fear of the extreme weather of 'ice and snow' and extracted the demon from it.

Like the Thunder Demon, it is one of the major demons in the 'Catastrophe' series!

It represents humanity's fear of the Ice Age, a time of extreme food scarcity.

"Boom!!"

As Igor finished speaking, an 'ice-blue magic circle' immediately condensed and took shape beneath his feet.

The next second, Ignatius's jet-black short hair was instantly dyed snow-white, and even his trench coat and boots were dyed the color of snow.

At this moment, Igor looked like an elf who had emerged from a world of ice and snow, like an oil painting that blended perfectly with the background of the snow-capped mountains.

"Uh."

"It's so cold!"