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

"I'm sorry, I made a stupid mistake."

Ron glanced at Weiss but did not criticize his kindness.

What Ron needs now is someone he can trust, and Weiss has spent the whole day with Ron today.

Having experienced several ups and downs, he must be exhausted both physically and mentally, so his current state is quite normal.

He reached out his little hand and patted Wes on the back.

"Uncle Weiss, you're too tired today. After you've finished informing the observers outside, go back and rest."

Weiss straightened his back, stood up, and walked towards the front desk with Ron.

"Those people outside are regulars, how should I explain this to them?"

"Just explain that the Pure White Theatre Troupe is temporarily suspending performances due to personnel changes."

Also, tell them not to worry.

Ron pulled back the heavy curtain, and the lights illuminated the confident smile on his face.

"When the new Pure White Theatre Troupe returns, we will naturally let them know."

......

The next morning, in the Fairy Tail guild hall on the first floor.

The guild was filled with the noise of guild members making a ruckus and drinking from early in the morning.

Makarov sat cross-legged at a large round table, holding a large document in both hands, his face close to the document as he carefully examined it.

Finally, he finished reading the document and put it on the table.

Makarov put down the documents, his face contorted with wrinkles, staring at the figure opposite him, who was the same height as him, with a troubled expression.

Sitting across from him was Ron, still wearing that cheap gray suit and an orange wig, leisurely sipping a steaming cup of black tea.

"President Makarov, what's wrong with this long-term commission contract?"

Ron slowly put down his teacup, looked up and smiled at Makarov.

"Do you have any questions?"

Makarov rubbed his bald head, glanced at the documents on the table, and then at Ron with his squinty eyes.

He looked conflicted, and finally sighed.

"Actually, all of the above conditions are fine, but there is one condition that I have some doubts about."

Makarov frowned and tilted his head to look at Ron.

"You want to join Fairy Tail?"

Chapter 8 Looking forward to your future

"Strictly speaking, I'm temporarily becoming a mage for your Fairy Tail guild; it's kind of a part-time job."

Ron spread his arms wide, looking completely at ease.

"After all, the troupe is now under your name. If I, as the troupe leader, don't come in, wouldn't it seem too distant?"

Sitting across from him, Makarov frowned, touched his chin, and then picked up the agency contract, which was covered in complicated clauses, again to look at it.

Ron took another sip of black tea, and seeing Makarov's conflicted expression, he sighed and put down his teacup.

"President, you don't need to read it anymore. I'll explain it to you simply."

This long-term engagement contract was drafted by a law firm recommended by Makarov, which has a long-term partnership with Fairy Tail and its reputation is guaranteed.

In short, Ron White had the law firm establish a foundation named after him in order to ensure his safety and manage his inherited assets.

Most of the assets Ron inherited will be disposed of by the legal department, and the proceeds will be invested in the Ron White Foundation.

“This fund will have a protection commission fee every month. My living expenses and the troupe’s basic operating expenses will be deducted first, and the remaining amount will be given to Fairy Tail Guild as a commission fee.”

Ron leaned forward slightly and explained the content simply in a proper tone.

"During the contract period, the Pure White Troupe will be affiliated with the guild, and I will join Fairy Tail as a part-time mage."

The Pure White Theatre Troupe will become an affiliate of the Fairy Tail guild, and Ron, as its leader, will also join the Fairy Tail guild.

This would ensure Ron's long-term personal safety while also guaranteeing Fairy Tail a stable, long-term source of income.

Makarov's eyes were still somewhat hesitant, so Ron added at the end.

"However, President, this is not a contract of servitude. As long as my parents return, or my strength meets the conditions of the contract, the contract will be automatically terminated."

"I see, now I understand."

After listening, Makarov's furrowed brows finally relaxed.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and maintained his professional smile.

"If you, Chairman, don't want to accept this commission, then let me add something..."

"No, I'll accept this commission."

Makarov picked up the quill pen from the round table and then turned to the waitress.

"Wei, go get the Fairy Tail badge."

After saying that, Makarov decisively signed the contract.

Ron was taken aback by Makarov's decisiveness.

Ron had thought that after yesterday's events, Makarov would be wary of his request.

He had already prepared many arguments in his mind, but he didn't expect Makarov to agree so readily.

After stamping the commission contract with Fairy Tail's exclusive emblem, Makarov handed another document to Ron.

Makarov smiled as he looked at Ron, who was still completely bewildered.

"What's wrong? You've explained it so clearly."

I don't need to worry about this request; I just need to sign it at the crucial moment, right?

Ron noticed Makarov's expression; it seemed the old man was quite happy.

Didn't you have a sour face before?

Oh well, the contract's already signed, so none of this matters anymore.

Ron stopped arguing, stood up, accepted the contract, and his smile returned.

"President, you are the most reasonable one."

Ron extended his right hand toward Makarov.

"I hope we can have a pleasant collaboration."

Makarov looked at Ron, who still had the standard businessman's smile, and snorted, straightening his mustache.

His eyes were full of admiration as he gripped Ron's right hand tightly.

"Pleasant to work with."

Makarov then picked up the Fairy Tail seal and handed it to Vi.

Vivi walked towards Ron and said excitedly:

"You need to get a badge even if you're doing part-time work."

Ron rolled up his sleeves and asked Vivi to stamp the dark brown emblem on his left arm.

He touched the emblem, feeling a sense of wonder, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up again.

A Fairy Tail mage...?

Finally, Ron picked up his briefcase and walked briskly toward the door.

As Ron walked away, Macao and Vakaba at the next table immediately moved closer to Makarov.

Macao looked puzzled and asked:

"President, didn't you say before that you didn't want to take his commission?"

After returning yesterday, Chairman Makarov has been complaining to them that the council is again pressuring him to write reports.

Makarov shook his head, watching the departing figure, and slowly said:

“I’ve changed my mind. He didn’t have a choice about what happened before.”

Makarov realized that the reason this long-term commission was made was because Ron felt he couldn't protect the Pure White Theatre Troupe on his own right now.

He could only rely on this method to protect himself and the Pure White Troupe. With such generous terms, he figured other magic guilds would agree to his requests immediately as well.

"This child thought about such a distant future at the age of 10. The betrayal and oppression he experienced must have made him realize his own inadequacy."

It's probably because there are no reliable adults around him that he wants to rely on his own efforts.

"Moreover, the fact that he came directly to our guild with this long-term commission proves that he trusts me as the guild leader and trusts this magic guild."

Makarov's eyes hardened, and he clenched his fists.

“We have to prove to him that not every adult is so unreliable, and that there are still trustworthy adults in this world.”

Macao and Wakaba took a puff of their cigars and exchanged glances.

The president is trying to act cool again.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Makarov's firm gaze didn't last more than a few seconds before turning into a conflicted expression.

"I'm just afraid that if I let him into the guild, he'll mess things up again in the future."

Recalling the cunning boy's actions yesterday, he began to worry again about whether his decision was the right one.

Wakaba exhaled a smoke ring and laughed loudly:

"In the end, the chairman couldn't bear to do it because he and your grandson are of the same generation."

Makarov blushed and immediately rolled up his sleeves.

"What are you saying? It seems you haven't fought with me in a long time."

He stood on the round table, turned around, and shouted at the bustling bar.

"A drink, please!"

"Coming right away!"

Wei, who was at the bar, immediately responded and turned to get busy.

"Great! The student council president's gone crazy again!"

Seeing the president's frustrated and furious expression, Macao and the other mages around him stood up, instantly pushing the atmosphere in the room to a climax.

Amid the commotion, Makarov couldn't help but ponder for a moment, perhaps what Vabaka said wasn't entirely without merit.

The wit that Ron displayed when he was weak shows that he is definitely a rare talent.

Moreover, Ron said that he could terminate this long-term commission only if his strength reached a certain standard, but what level of strength did he mean?

The commission contract is clearly written in black and white. The so-called strength standard means passing the S-rank review and only S-rank mages can terminate the contract.

Makarov couldn't help but shake his head. How confident must this kid be in himself to set such conditions?

An S-class mage is one of the top combatants in the entire Fiore Kingdom.

Now, Makarov is starting to look forward to the kid's growth, unsure whether his decision was right or wrong.

bump!

The wooden barrel-shaped cup was slammed onto the wooden table, and the waitress shouted:

"They're here. Aren't you afraid, President?"

Makarov shook off his inner turmoil and raised the full wooden barrel cup.

"Whatever, we'll deal with the future when it comes!"

......

Knock knock knock~

Weiss sat listlessly on his wooden plank bed, his eyes vacant and lost as he counted the planks.