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

As for the others, I think even if they were recommended, the council would probably reject them. This spot can't be wasted.

Makarov then added:

“Uru, Ron did all this for your own good.”

Makarov sighed, his expression turning somewhat somber.

"In the past few months, while you were searching for your daughter's whereabouts, you should have realized that our Fairy Tail intelligence network has limited leads. You have exhausted all the existing channels, and waiting for new intelligence to arrive is too much of a waste of time."

Ron followed Makarov's lead and said:

"That's right, but if you become a high-ranking member of the council, the situation is completely different."

The Magic Council possesses intelligence on the entire magical world. Once you hold a position, you can freely access all classified files related to Brian and even utilize the Knights to understand the surrounding situation.

This is the fastest way you can find your daughter.

After listening quietly to Ron and Makarov's words, Urru's eyes widened as she finally understood why they had recommended her to go.

She lowered her head in silence, and although she had initially resisted the offer of this seat, she was somewhat persuaded by them.

She took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

After mentally preparing herself, she opened her eyes again, having made her choice.

"Understood. I'll take this seat."

Uru raised his head, looking at Ron and Makarov with a complicated expression, and solemnly thanked them.

“Ron, President, I will repay this kindness in the future.”

Ron resumed his usual smile and casually waved his hand.

"Don't talk about favors too much. We're in the same guild, who else would I help if not you?"

Seeing that Uruk agreed to accept the seat, Makarov finally felt relieved.

He also showed a kind expression and said with a smile:

“Ron is right. If you really want to pay back, then let us see you and your daughter reunited as soon as possible.”

Uru smiled and nodded, saying:

"I will definitely find her."

Makarov smiled with satisfaction and turned to look at Ron.

"Speaking of which, Ron, now that you've come in first place in the council's assessment, shouldn't you consider it?"

Ron paused for a moment, looking puzzled.

"Consider what?"

Makarov shook his head. Had this kid been in the guild for too long and forgotten some things?

Do I need to explain it to you again?

Are you interested in taking the guild's S-rank mage exam this year?

Chapter 127 Soshara: Placed?!

"The S-Class Mage Exam?"

Upon hearing Makarov's suggestion, Uru, who was standing nearby, nodded in agreement.

"That's right, Ron. You got first place in the council exam this time, so passing Fairy Tail's S-class exam shouldn't be a problem. Think about it."

Looking at their expectant eyes, Ron recalled the long-term contract he had signed with Makarov.

He hadn't forgotten about these things, but now was a crucial time for him to expand his theater troupe, so he'd better put those plans aside for a while.

He waved his hand, decisively rejecting Makarov's proposal.

"Let's skip it this year. Once my new theater is built and all the matters concerning the theater troupe are settled, it won't be too late to take the exam."

Then, Ron looked at Makarov and joked:

"What's wrong, Chairman?"

Don't they want to continue having the theater company listed under their name and receiving a monthly commission?

Makarov stroked his beard, a regretful expression on his face.

“I was thinking that if the council officially agrees to give Uru a seat, we can hold a farewell party and send you off along with it.”

Ron maintained his amused smile and spread his hands out.

"President, why are you in such a hurry to kick me out? I still live in this town."

And even if our contract ends, will I still be able to leave Fairy Tail?

"Humph."

Makarov snorted softly and shook his head, saying:

"You're just a money-grubbing brat. You might not come to the guild again once your contract ends."

After saying this, Makarov, Uruk, and Ron exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh.

After everything was explained, Ron stood up, ready to see them off.

"Oh, right, President, there's one more thing..."

Just as Ron was leaving the study and seeing them off at the door on the first floor, he remembered the envelope from before, which had been delayed for a long time, and finally took it out.

"This was asked to me by Councilor Toki of the Council to give to you."

"Oh? That guy Toki even wrote me a letter? He must be telling me how well you did in the exam and praising our guild, hahaha!"

Makarov took the letter with a smile and immediately opened it.

"Probably, but there might be another possibility with this envelope."

"What's possible?"

Makarov looked at the contents of the letter and asked questions casually.

Ron scratched his cheek and said casually:

"During my final sparring match, I didn't control my strength properly and accidentally chipped a small piece off the arena."

pat~

Makarov froze on the spot, his entire expression instantly stiffening, and the letter fell from his hand to the floor.

Uru, who was standing to the side, was also slightly taken aback, wondering if he had misheard something.

Ron scratched the back of his head and explained frankly:

"President, you know me. I definitely didn't do this on purpose."

The council said that you, the Fairy Tail guild master, will be responsible for paying this compensation bill.

I used all my money to build a new theater, so Chairman, could you please use your connections to let me pay this debt on credit for a few years? I'll repay you when I've made some money.

After Ron finished speaking, he glanced at the non-existent watch on his wrist and showed a surprised expression.

"Oh dear, the performance is about to start, I have to hurry and get ready."

"President, Sister Uru, see you next time."

After saying goodbye to them, Ron rushed off to the Pure White Theatre Company as fast as he could.

As Urru watched Ron disappear from sight, he looked at Makarov, whose face turned deathly pale, and was instantly startled.

There seemed to be a white soul on his body, about to slowly float out of his open mouth.

Seeing this, Uru quickly grabbed Makarov's shoulders with both hands and shook him violently.

"President, are you alright? Wake up!"

With such a violent shake, Makarov's soul, which was about to ascend to heaven, returned to his body and he awoke.

Looking in the direction Ron had gone, Makarov's old face instantly turned bright red.

He took off with his short legs and chased after him in a fit of rage!

"Ron!! You little brat, don't even think about running away!!!"

Seeing Makarov roar, Urru couldn't help but laugh on the spot.

Joining this guild was the best decision she ever made.

......

After some time, Ron escaped Makarov's pursuit and finally slipped backstage into the theater troupe's tent.

After turning back to make sure Makarov wasn't chasing him, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to meet his clone.

Following his intuition, Ron arrived at the viewing platform and found his clone, Ron, resting with the script.

"Thank goodness you still remember me. If you hadn't come back soon, your magic would have been used up."

Upon hearing the sound, Ron, the clone, pulled open the script, revealing tired dark circles under his eyes, and looked at his original self.

Ron looked at the dark circles drawn on his clone's eyes during makeup and gave him a helpless expression.

Do you think I'm blind? If I hadn't seen how busy he's been these past few days, I would have complained to his face long ago.

"Thanks a lot."

Ron still chose to release him, forming hand seals to dispel the clone technique.

Bang~!

The clone in front of him instantly turned into a puff of white smoke, and the script fell to the ground.

As the clone dissipated, the memories and experiences it had accumulated over the past few days instantly flooded into Ron's mind.

He closed his eyes and sorted things out a bit, finding that nothing unexpected had happened in the past few days, and everything had gone very smoothly.

He smiled with relief, then made a hand seal, and a magic circle appeared before his eyes again.

As soon as the clone magic was cast, a new clone of Ron reappeared in front of him.

"I'm leaving the rest of the stage performance to you."

Ron gave his clone a thumbs-up, only to be met with a speechless look of disdain.

Despite grumbling, the clone eventually picked up the script from the ground, turned around, and walked backstage to prepare for makeup and the performance.

"Ron, you're finally back."

When Leqi, who was working as a part-time assistant, lifted the curtain, she was stunned for a moment. Then, she was surprised to find that Ron had appeared.

"Thank you for your hard work these past few days, Leqi."

"Now that I'm back, I can contact those newspapers again to discuss cooperation. How's their attitude lately?"

After hearing what Ron said, Leqi went back to the back office and took out a stack of documents.

"I recently received their quotation, and I've compiled it for you."

Ron flipped through the documents and found that they were indeed from several well-known newspapers and magazines in the vicinity, all of which had submitted their quotations.

However, as he flipped through the list, he noticed something strange: one of the quotes had been compiled into five separate quotes.

This newspaper was the Soshalala Weekly, which Ron had met once before.

When Ron saw the latest price list, the numbers on it made his expression freeze instantly.

"What's going on with Sosala Weekly? Why is its rate about 50% higher than other newspapers? And why is their editor so proactive?"

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Chapter 128 Confirming Cooperation

"Ah, Commander, you're asking about that? Well, that's a long story..."

Leqi gave an awkward smile and began to recount the events of the past few days.

“On the very day you left, the editor-in-chief came to us. I had written to him beforehand to inform him that you had gone out of town on business these past few days and it was uncertain when you would return.”

Ron listened to what Leqi was about to say and asked in confusion: