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

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

Ron spread his hands out, 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 opposite him, Makarov frowned, touched his chin, and then picked up the agency contract with its 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 look through it anymore. Let me explain it to you in a simpler way."

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

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

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 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 Company will become an affiliated business of the Fairy Tail Guild, and Ron, as the troupe leader, will also join the Fairy Tail Guild.

This approach ensures both Ron's long-term personal safety and guarantees Fairy Tail a stable, long-term source of income.

Makarov's eyes still showed some hesitation, 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 contract conditions, this contract will be automatically terminated."

"I see, I understand now."

After listening, Makarov's furrowed brows finally relaxed.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and continued to maintain his professional smile.

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

"No, I'll accept this request."

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

"Vie, 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 signature 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 when the crucial moment arrives, right?

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

Didn't you have a sour face before?

Oh well, since the contract's been signed, none of this matters anymore.

Ron stopped worrying about it, stood up, accepted the contract, and resumed his smile.

"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 wore the standard businessman's smile, and snorted, straightening his mustache.

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

"It's a pleasure working with you."

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

Vivi walked towards Ron and said excitedly:

"You have to get your badge printed even if you're doing part-time work."

Ron rolled up his sleeves and asked Vivi to stamp the light blue 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 came about was because Ron felt he couldn't protect the Pure White Troupe personally 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 determined gaze didn't last more than a few seconds before turning into a conflicted expression.

"I'm just worried that if I let him into the guild, he might cause trouble for others again."

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? Looks like it's been too long since you've fought me."

He stood on the round table, turned around, and shouted at the noisy 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 state, Macao and the other mages around him started making a fuss, instantly pushing the atmosphere in the hall to a climax.

Amid the noise, Makarov couldn't help but ponder for a moment, perhaps what Vabaka said wasn't entirely unreasonable.

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

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

The commission contract clearly states in black and white that the so-called "meeting the standard" means passing the S-rank review and becoming an S-rank mage before the contract can be terminated.

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

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

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 called out:

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

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

"Who cares about the future? We'll deal with that when the future comes!"

......

Knock knock knock~

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

He has spent half his life working for the theater troupe, and now that he has some free time, he doesn't know what to do.

Knock~ Knock~ Knock~

Only then did Weiss hear the knocking. He rubbed his face and sluggishly stood up.

knock!knock!knock!

"They're here, they're here."

Weiss opened the wooden door, and he froze when he saw who was standing outside.

"Commander Ron, what brings you here?"

Ron saw Weiss's messy hair and oily face, and couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh.

"Uncle Weiss, why didn't you go to the theater tent?"

Luckily, your address is listed in the backend, otherwise I would have had to search for you for ages.

This time it was Weiss's turn to look puzzled. Hadn't the theater troupe already closed down?

"No, boss, didn't you say you were closing down?"

Ron looked at Weiss, who seemed to think the world was about to end, and helplessly shrugged.

"Suspending performances does not mean we are closing down; it's just a temporary break."

"I already said I'd be returning with a completely new Pure White Theatre Company, so we need to prepare in advance, right?"

Ron's system was tied to the Pure White Theatre Company, and he dared not gamble that the company's closure for several years would affect him.

If the system is permanently shut down, he won't have anyone to complain to.

"And you weren't even fired, I'm still paying you your salary as usual, right?"

Weiss's eyes lit up, and he excitedly grabbed the door frame, but then frowned.

I still can't figure out what the leader is talking about. Why is it so convoluted?

"The theater troupe is closed, what can I do?"

Ron crossed his arms and said:

"I'm a complete newcomer with no theatrical stage experience. Are you really going to let me reopen like this?"

Ron gave himself a thumbs-up and said:

"As the former temporary leader, you have to be responsible for teaching me these things."

Upon hearing this, Weiss's hope was rekindled, and he straightened his back with excitement.

"No problem, I will definitely pass on all my experience and knowledge to you."

Ron glanced at Weiss from head to toe, ignoring his messy hair and dark circles under his eyes; at least he looked presentable now.

He nodded, a relieved smile spreading across his childlike face.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's start now."

[Current role-playing level: 100%]