v2 Chapter 30： Makarov

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"Isn't it true? My current strength is S grade..." Zi Feng's mouth kept twitching.

"What about S-level? You must know that God-level combat skills can truly kill the gods in the end." Yan'er glanced at Zifeng angrily.

"God-killing..." Zifeng said silently, "Looks like... This is for me now... God-level gun proficiency is useless..."

"Um... the same can be said..." Yan'er said embarrassedly, "God-level firearms proficient in Oni sauce can't use 10% of his power at all... Most of the skills can only be seen, they cannot be used. Once it is used, the magic power will be lost, but the magic source of O'Neill will be destroyed..."

"Um... what does it mean that the source of magic power is destroyed..." Zi Feng asked with an uncertain expression on his face.

"How should I say..." Yaner explained after a while pondering, "The destruction of the source of magic power means that O'Neill will lose all his magic power..."

"No..." Zifeng said after hearing Yan'er's explanation, a cold sweat broke out on his head, "This... Why didn't you talk about this earlier."

"This...this... You didn't ask me if you're on the sauce..." Yan'er looked at Zifeng weakly defending in embarrassment.

"You..." At this time, Zi Feng's heart was like a thousand heads of grass. . mud. The horse ran over, then took a deep breath and said, "Fortunately, you tell me in time, otherwise the source of magic power is destroyed and I don't even have a place to cry..."

After resting for a while, Zifeng’s magic power has also recovered a lot. After she stood up and shook the snow on her body, she thought, "Today, let’s go here for now. Let’s find a place to stay in a nearby village first. If we have the rest, we will come tomorrow. Let's go on...it just so happened that I was hungry..." Thinking of this, Zifeng quickly collected ten ice pearl fruits and walked down the mountain.

I am one month

One month has passed slowly, and Zifeng has finally completed the time-limited mission task after a month, and successfully opened the secondary professional system. After a month of continuous work, Zifeng Also recognized the difficulty of the wizard's work. . It is true that the commission of the same level of the magician's work is much more difficult than the commission of the bounty guild or the mercenary guild, but the relative compensation is also a lot more generous.

In the town of Magnolia, a silver-gray streamer flashed, and then a unique and beautiful silver-gray magic road four-wheeler stopped in front of the fairy tail guild, and then one was dressed in a black robe and looked like a doll. Normal purple hair is too. . . (Zifeng: No road race... Don't grab the word ‘Zhengtai’ so tightly...) After getting off the car, this is not the pig’s feet of the book, and who is Zifeng?

Zifeng looked at the guild in front of him, with a smile on his delicate little face, and then walked to the guild gate. . . Raise your foot. . . . Kick suddenly.

"Bang..." With a sound, the guild's door announced its retirement again. After patted the dust that didn't exist on the legs of his pants, Zi Feng stepped into the guild and completely ignored a certain dark-faced old man, and said to everyone in the guild, "Oh... everybody, I'm back. ."

"Oh... It turns out that Zifeng is back..." Macao raised the wine glass in his hand to Zifeng and said with a big smiling face.

Lisana swooped directly into Zifeng's arms and said, "Brother Zifeng, welcome back..."

"Haha..." Zifeng caught Lisana who flew into her arms, touched her little head and said, "Really, I'm not afraid of falling down..."

"Hehe, I know that Brother Zifeng will catch me..." Lisana smiled at Zifeng indifferently.

"Oh... old man, I'm back..." At this time, Zi Feng turned around and looked at Makarov, whose face had turned from black to purple, and then from purple to blue. He had changed several colors and said, "What's the matter? , Old man, is it going to die? Really, if you want to die, don’t stand here anymore. It’s great to lie on the bed..."

Originally. . . Hearing Zifeng’s greetings, Makarov was still quite happy, but when he heard the words behind Zifeng, his face immediately turned black again, and said to Zifeng in a gloomy tone, "Zifeng... ... I. .. Very good... It’s okay... But... .. Can you tell me... How much trouble did you cause at work this time?"

"Come on..." Zifeng touched the back of his head awkwardly and said, "Let me count...Hakebe Mountain avalanches three times, destroying the port of Haruziion twice, and The magic volcano has caused two volcanic eruptions...and...and..."

"Enough..." Looking at Zifeng constantly counting the places he destroyed, Makarov finally broke out, pinching Zifeng's neck and said, "Do you know that these places you destroyed magic The council has gone to the guild to ask for compensation...I...I have already lost all of my last coffin...Wow..." At the end, Makarov cried out with no regard for his face. . . .

"Ah...Yes...Is it... Old man...Really...Is it really that serious?" Zifeng looked at Makarov who was crying embarrassed and asked inconspicuously. "Speaking... . Is there really that much compensation?"

"What do you mean..." Makarov looked at Zifeng with resentment and said, "And... every time you return to the guild, you will destroy the guild's gate, and the maintenance costs for this are a lot. ...You said...why are you doing this...why..."

Zifeng was shocked by Makarov's resentful eyes, and said cautiously, "This... It's just... It's just... I feel that the door makes me feel very uncomfortable..."

"It's just... I feel uncomfortable..." Hearing Zifeng's explanation, the corners of everyone in the guild couldn't help but twitch, and Makarov's face was so gloomy that ink could drip out and roared after hearing Zifeng's explanation." If you look upset, are you going to destroy that door? What is the door hindering you... You are going to do this..." As he said, his slightly relaxed hands pushed up again, pinching Zifeng's neck fiercely. Swayed.

"That... President... Grandpa President..." At this time, Lisana weakly ran to Makarov's side and pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "Brother Zifeng... Brother Zifeng is already dizzy. It's over, Grandpa President... If you don't let go, Brother Zifeng will be killed by you..."

"Huh? Really?" Makarov looked at Zifeng suspiciously, and found that Zifeng had foamed at his mouth, his eyes turned into mosquito coils, and he was lying on his hands weakly. . . . Makarov's face turned red, and he let go of the unconscious Zifeng and coughed embarrassingly, and said, "Cough cough... That. Lisana, your Zifeng brother was so tired that he was so tired. After the past, you can help him to rest in the guild room..."

"Ah...Yes" Lisana nodded obediently, holding up Zifeng's body slowly and moving towards the guild room, and everyone in the guild rolled their eyes upon hearing Makarov's words. , Said in his heart, "It seems that Zifeng was fainted by you just now, the old man who lied without blushing..." Of course, they dare not say this. After all, Makarov's performance just now scared everyone. . . .