Fairy Tail: You said you were just acting, are you serious?

Weiss wanted to continue searching, but Ron tugged at his waistband to get Weiss's attention.

"Hey, what are you looking for? They're standing right in front of us."

After being reminded, Weiss looked down and discovered that there was an old man with white hair, the same height as Ron, right in front of them.

The white-haired old man was wearing an orange hoodie over a white T-shirt with the Fairy Tail emblem, and a striped orange and blue clown hat.

The white-haired old man smiled kindly, stroked his small mustache, and began to explain:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

New employees often have this question, so I have to emphasize it again.

The mages sitting nearby, making a ruckus, laughed loudly:

"President, it's perfectly normal that people didn't notice you at first glance."

"Cough! Cough!"

The white-haired old man ignored the mage's statement and cleared his throat.

He further explained:

"Nice to meet you. I am Makarov Dreya, the guild master of Fairy Tail. What brings you to our guild?"

Weiss greeted him:

"It's our first time meeting. Our team leader came to ask us for a task."

"So you're here to entrust a mission? Then let's find another place to talk. Where's your team leader?"

Weiss lowered his head and gestured to introduce Ron:

"This is our team leader."

Makarov looked at Ron, who was still a child, with a puzzled expression.

So you're the one in charge?

......

"I see. You suspect you've been scammed by the lawyer?"

Makarov glanced at the bond statement the lawyer had sent to Ron, then at the two clients sitting opposite him, sipping red tea.

Ron was drinking his tea with a relaxed expression, while Weiss was looking at Makarov with a tense expression.

Makarov shook his head again and said:

"However, I suggest you contact the Magic Council for this commission; we can't investigate these kinds of incidents."

Moreover, this letter alone cannot prove anything; we have no evidence.

Makarov did not look down on Ron because of his attire; on the contrary, he listened to the details of their story.

The main reason he refused to answer was because there was too little evidence. This matter was only the junior leader's side of the story, and he also stated that it was their own deduction.

If things are not as they have deduced, the guild is just playing along with their nonsense, and it will also be detrimental to the client's future investigation.

"No, President, you've got it wrong."

Ron put down his tea and continued:

“I didn’t come here to ask you to investigate this.”

Makarov raised an eyebrow and waited quietly for Ron to say what he would say next.

"In fact, I came here to entrust two tasks to the guild's mages."

Ron held up his index finger and explained:

"My first commission was to hire a mage as a bodyguard. I will personally go to the law firm to discuss it."

This is just to prevent the other party from resorting to any means necessary during the talks. After all, I'm still young, and this is to ensure my personal safety. As long as no one else intervenes, there's no need for the mage to do so.

Makarov frowned and adopted a serious expression.

"You want to go to the talks in person? Then I still suggest you..."

"Find the council? That would take a lot of time to investigate, and I can't guarantee I can hold out until then."

Ron interrupted Makarov's suggestion, taking a breath and saying:

"I believe that as the president, you should understand how I feel."

Makarov was taken aback.

"If you know that the guild will have trouble coming your way in the future, and you are capable of handling it yourself, would you choose to trouble others?"

When the previous guild leader entrusted this guild to you, you would undoubtedly do everything in your power to protect it, relieving them of all their worries.

Ron gave a determined look and said:

"I believe I can personally negotiate a solution with the law firm. As long as your mages ensure that no third party interferes, the problem can be solved."

Ron glanced at Wes, who was staring at him, and said:

"This is how I, as the director, protect the Pure White Theatre Company."

After hearing these words, Weiss felt nothing but deep admiration for Ron.

As expected of the commander's son, he has the commander's demeanor!

Makarov stared intently at the 10-year-old child before him, momentarily lost in thought.

This speech truly touched upon Makarov's feelings for the guild, making him realize that the young guild leader before him indeed shared similar sentiments towards his own theater troupe.

Makarov snapped out of his daze, shook his head with a smile, and looked directly at Ron.

"I see. Our guild will accept this bodyguard commission."

Seeing Ron's determined look, Makarov couldn't offer any more advice.

"So, what's your second request?"

Ron smiled and said:

"This second commission concerns the future of the Pure White Theatre Company, but how can we talk about the future if this matter is not resolved right now?"

So let's talk about the second commission after the bodyguard mission is over and I've successfully secured my assets.

After all, you can only protect it for a while, not forever, can you?

Makarov smiled again.

This child came prepared, that's good.

“Your name is Ron White, right? I admire you! Let me accompany you on this trip.”

"Also, don't wear this outfit out in the future, it will leave a bad impression."

Upon hearing this, Ron narrowed his eyes and scanned Makarov's attire from top to bottom.

How dare you say that to me?

Chapter 5 Pretending to be Tang Yin and his hand

Magnolia City, Angel Contract Law Firm.

"Mr. Eugene, what does it mean that you gave a deposit of 75,000 J coins?"

Inside the law firm, a middle-aged man with a full beard frowned, with seven burly subordinates standing behind him, questioning the skinny man sitting across from him at the desk.

"Didn't we agree on an 8 J-coin deposit?"

The bald boss gripped the bag of deposit tightly in both hands, while his seven henchmen behind him glared at Mr. Eugene with hostile expressions.

The skinny man, wearing a top hat, casually propped his legs up on his desk, trimming his nails with a file.

“You need to understand, hiring you is just buying you insurance.”

He didn't even look at them directly, just kept blowing the crumbs out of his fingernails.

"My task for you was simply to teach a useless old man a lesson and then capture a ten-year-old brat. Do you really need to expend so much effort?"

Only then did Eugene glance sideways at the bald leader and shamelessly say:

"What, not satisfied? Then put the deposit back on the table, and I'll go find another gang."

Upon hearing this, the bald man frowned even more deeply.

"you......!"

The bald man's henchman, unable to contain himself any longer, bulged veins on his forehead and made as if to rush forward.

Finally, the bald man raised his right hand, signaling his men to stop, and he reluctantly took a few steps back.

The bald man took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, saying:

"We'll take on this mission."

"Then I look forward to your good news."

The bald man grabbed the cane leaning against the table, stood up, and said:

"Let's go!"

He then turned around and limped toward the entrance of the legal affairs office.

The seven henchmen glared at Attorney Eugene before following their boss away.

boom!

Eugene put his feet down only after the door slammed shut.

"Hmph, a bunch of low-level gangsters trying to negotiate a price?"

Eugene wore a disdainful sneer.

If you weren't so cheap, would you even have a chance to take this commission?

How dare you question me? What kind of attitude is that?

If you can't even handle this, I won't give you half of the money for the rest!

The bald boss walked out of the gate and glanced down at the wooden signboard.

"I bother!"

He spat on the sign, venting his frustration in a small way.

People on the street didn't notice this action and continued to move about.

"Boss, shouldn't we teach him a lesson?"

The bald boss laughed in anger after hearing his subordinate's words.

"Teach them a lesson? Who are we to teach others a lesson now?"

"Let's just listen to what others say and do what they say. Let's go to that child's house and look for him first."

"Hey boss, isn't that the target Eugene gave us? He looks a lot like him in this photo."

At this moment, the bald leader looked in the direction his subordinate was pointing and saw three distinct figures walking towards them.

The bald boss was stunned for a moment, then carefully compared the photo with the man's, and found that it was indeed the man the lawyer had described, Weiss.

The three figures were of different heights: one tall and two short. One of them was an unfamiliar white-haired old man, and the other was a child, who might be Ron White.

"Wait a minute, that child, why does he have orange hair? Shouldn't he have gray hair?"

Ron, who was walking ahead of Viss and Makarov, turned back and gave the order:

"President, you don't need to say anything when you go in. I will explain everything to the lawyer myself."

However, if you see anyone make a move, you'll have to protect us.

Makarov said with a smile:

"Don't worry, I'm here. They won't do anything to you."

Weiss followed silently, convinced that Ron would handle everything.

Seeing this, the bald leader wanted to step forward, but after glancing at the cane in his hand, he handed it to his subordinate.