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

It seems that the goal of these dark magic cults is to activate this, specifically to resurrect the dark mage Jelf.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Uru's forehead as he suddenly realized:

"I see, no wonder they needed to abduct so many people."

The Tower of Paradise requires a huge amount of labor and money to activate, which is why these dark magic cults have been kidnapping people.

Urru originally thought this was just a magic cult that roamed the coast and committed evil deeds. He just wanted to ask Brian some questions, but he never expected that these guys had such a terrifying plan behind them!

Could it be that this was all orchestrated by Brian?!

Chapter 139 Tidal Village

Uru frowned, his anger rising, and his hand gripping the scroll trembled slightly.

The thought that Brian was secretly manipulating these magical orders brought her to mind her daughter.

Why did I so easily let the Magic Development Bureau take my daughter away back then?

If it weren't for a series of unforeseen events, she might never have known the truth.

And now, this demon is doing this again, kidnapping innocent civilians and children, and the anger in his heart is burning brighter and brighter without him even realizing it.

"Sister Uru, calm down..."

Ron noticed that something was wrong with Uruk and gave him a warning.

Uru nodded, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths.

As soon as she opened her eyes, revealing her unwavering conviction, she looked at Ron.

“Ron, the scroll also records several hidden locations of other dark magic cults. We must rescue those innocent people.”

So, will you still be able to help with the sweeping going on?

Ron nodded in response to Uruk's determination.

"Now that we've discovered this terrifying plan, we have no choice but to stand idly by. I will continue to follow you."

Hearing Ron's promise, Uruna's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he felt a sense of relief.

With Ron's words, she felt more confident about her next move.

Lahar, standing to the side, adjusted his glasses and solemnly reminded him:

"Your Excellency Uru, since these black magic cults are all of a certain kind, if this stronghold remains inactive for a few days, they will realize that something is wrong."

Ron chimed in:

“Lahar is right. If this batch of laborers is not handed over to the next transit station on time, it may alarm Brian.”

Uru lowered his head and pondered for a while, then ordered the captain to come over and spread out the map in front of the three of them.

"We still have a few days, which allows us to split up our forces and wipe them all out before they even realize what's happening."

This map shows several major transit points. Captain, you will lead the main force to this more remote point.

"As ordered!"

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Uru then pointed to two nearby strongholds and continued:

"As for these two larger strongholds, I will personally lead the team to deal with them."

After allocating the council's forces, Ur looked at Ron and asked:

Which one do you want to take responsibility for?

When Ron saw her ask this, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the coordinates of the two outposts that Uru was in charge of, which were located near the coastline.

"No one is in charge of this base, so just leave it to me."

"I'm the fastest when I move alone, and I think we might find something in this coastal area. I'll go scout things out; it's less likely I'll alert them."

The original plan was to clear out that stronghold in Uruk along the way, and since Ron took the initiative to suggest going there, she had no objections.

"Okay, let's split up and go our separate ways."

Remember, we must never let those members of the dark magic cult escape, nor can we let their plan succeed.

"Roger that!"

With the battle plan finalized, the entire council forces quickly reorganized, and Lahar and Uru each led their troops in two separate columns toward their respective objectives.

Ron then summoned a bird for transportation, which then transformed into a blur and flew off toward the coastline.

Time flies, and it was evening a day later.

After a long journey, Ron arrived at the outpost on the coast without anyone noticing.

He peeked out and quietly watched the camp below from above. Members of the magic order were occasionally seen wandering around the nearby villages, seemingly having already decided on their target village.

"It seems I've come at the right time. In a few days, they might start making arrests."

Ron then landed on a high slope outside the village and stroked his bird.

"Thanks a lot."

He then released the bird, landed on the ground, and prepared to infiltrate the village.

Ron disguised himself as a passing traveler and asked several villagers before he learned that the village was called Tide Village.

He strolled along the roads of this tidal village, a remote fishing village built along the sea.

The air here is filled with a faint smell of sea salt and fish. Most of the villagers make a living by fishing and live a peaceful life.

On the surface, he appeared to be a curious traveler wandering around, but in reality, he was secretly investigating the situation around him.

"Hey, have you guys noticed that there are more outsiders coming to the village lately?"

"Yes, I'm wondering too. Is there some large-scale celebration being held in the nearby towns?"

But our place is too remote; we rarely even see caravans, so we can't get to the towns.

Several villagers repairing fishing nets by the roadside were talking to each other with puzzled expressions.

Although they tried to keep their voices down, they couldn't escape Ron's ears.

Hearing these words, Ron lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

This shouldn't be a festival celebration; it's the spies of those magic orders scouting the area beforehand. They're figuring out the situation in the village and waiting for the best opportunity to make their move.

Ron continued to play his part and keep walking forward. Just then, the sound of children playing and laughing suddenly came from the open space ahead.

He glanced around and saw several simply dressed children playing in the open space.

Ron paused for a moment, and among the group of children, a blue-haired boy caught his eye.

He had a strange tattoo below his right eye, which instantly made Ron recognize him.

Gerald!

Now it's confirmed that everyone here will be taken to Paradise Tower as slaves.

As for the children next to Gerald, Ron didn't recognize them; they didn't seem to be the familiar characters from the original story.

Seemingly noticing Ron's gaze, Gerald, who had been chatting and laughing with his friends, immediately stopped and looked at Ron.

"Who are you?"

Geral looked at the boy in front of him, who was about the same age as him, with a bewildered expression.

"You don't seem to be from the village."

Ron recovered from his brief moment of stunned silence and leaned closer, saying:

"Oh, I'm traveling, I just happened to be passing through this village and stopped by to take a look."

"Oh, so you're here on vacation! There are so many outsiders lately."

A little boy next to Gerald's eyes lit up, then he pointed at Gerald and said with a grin:

"But he's not from our village either; he came from another village nearby."

"Yeah, yeah, he wasn't very talkative when he first came!"

Another little girl chimed in, then looked at Ron and invited him with a smile:

"Big brother, do you want to play with us?"

"Okay."

Ron responded with a gentle smile.

It seems there's more to Gerald's story than meets the eye.

Chapter 140 Gerald's Ambition

What are you guys playing?

Ron put aside his thoughts and naturally blended into the children's group.

He had originally planned to stay in the village a little longer to get a better understanding of the movements of the surrounding religious groups, and now was a good opportunity.

They brought Ron over and explained:

"We are all heroes, fighting monsters."

Ron went closer and saw that they had built a sand sculpture that looked like a monster, but due to their lack of skill, it was only about the same height as theirs.

"This monster is too weak; there's no sense of accomplishment in fighting it."

"Yes, it only took a few hits from our holy sword to fall down, unlike the monsters the adults were talking about."

The children poked the 'monster' a few times with tree branches, and the sand sculpture collapsed, signaling the end of the game.

Ron almost burst out laughing; this monster was just too pathetic.

"I've seen Warcraft before, let me handle this."

puff~

As he stretched out his left hand, a wisp of white smoke appeared, and the scroll landed steadily in his palm.

Picking up his brush, Ron casually drew a few strokes on the unfolded scroll, and a fierce-looking lion was completed.

Ron cast a magic circle on the scroll, and the lion wriggled and leaped out.

The lion made of ink is as tall as the children; Ron controlled the amount of ink, otherwise it could have been much larger.

It shook its mane and looked at the children who had gathered around it with curious eyes.

"Wow, it's magic!"

"It's come alive!"

"Let's go together!"

The children's eyes lit up as they saw something new and exciting for the first time.

However, they were not intimidated and attacked with tree branches.

Gerald, standing to the side, did not rush forward like the other children; instead, he was deeply moved.

He hadn't expected that this newcomer of the same age was actually a mage, and judging from his technique, he was clearly a mage who had been learning magic for a long time.

“Jera, stop standing there. This monster hasn’t fallen yet. We need you.”

"Ah...ah, here I come, Holy Sword Charge!"

He came to his senses and then reluctantly joined in, starting to attack the ink lion.

He occasionally glanced at Ron, a look of envy in his eyes.

Ron watched with a smile as the children continued their attacks, but the lion remained unmoved.

These attacks were like a tickle to the lion and did not cause it any harm.

However, Ron still gave the lions some instructions to prepare to cooperate with them.

Only after receiving instructions from Ron did the lion react as if it were injured to these attacks, retreating continuously after each blow.

"Aww~, aww~"