The magic merchant who mingled with Fairy Tail

Kira doesn't know why Urrutia's character is so different from that in the original work.

Did he really have too much influence on her?

He vaguely remembered that the first time they met was at Alcatraz Island. At that time, he punched her in the face. Could it be that the punch was too hard and knocked the nice girl out of her mind?

It seems that after returning this time, she needs to have a comprehensive examination!

Otherwise, if one day he becomes an idiot and blackmails himself, the savings he has managed to save over the past few years will be in danger.

In the afternoon, the two of them, who had eaten and drank enough, walked side by side on the street to eat.

Kira finally gave him the money because he couldn't really watch Urrutia starve to death in a foreign country.

Using space magic, the palm-sized animal skin wallet was connected to the seventh small vault in the basement of Hope's hut, and the money in it was enough for her.

After getting the money, Urrutia happily ate two large bowls.

So Kira knew that in many cases, what girls say about "no appetite" or "can't eat" is a lie! That's just one of the means they use to achieve their ultimate goal.

In fact, their stomachs are as regular as computer disks using volume management, and the unfilled space in their stomachs is just like the business lines in front of them. As long as you are willing to squeeze, there is always some space.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Kira? I haven't seen you setting up a stall these days. I thought you had left."

What came forward was a fat middle-aged lady. She was a regular customer who often took care of Kira's business when he was selling magic props here a few days ago.

Of course, this middle-aged lady didn’t want an old cow to eat young grass. Although the women in the Western Continent were enthusiastic and open-minded, they did not care about the age difference. She mainly wanted to introduce her daughter to Kira.

"No, no, I have something to do these two days. I am busy with check-in matters, so I have to stop paving for a while."

The middle-aged lady looked happy: "Does it mean that Mr. Kira plans to live in this town?"

"Yes, I like the environment here."

"That's great! By the way, I wonder what Mr. Kira has thought about what I said last time about letting you try to date my daughter?"

"This... let's talk about it when we have a chance..."

When the middle-aged wife left, there was a bit of disappointment on her face, and the complex look that fell on Urrutia seemed to be a mixture of surprise and reluctance.

"Why do I feel like she looks at me weirdly? I must have never seen her before..."

"How do I know? Did you drink coffee in her coffee shop without paying for it?"

"How is that possible?! I don't like coffee."

Urrutia and Kira discussed it for a long time but could not figure out the reason, so they could only leave it alone.

…

Albarez Empire, Royal Capital, Vistarion.

In a courtyard in the guest house, Makarov and Yakir, two old men with equally thin hair, were playing cards.

The two continents of Arakitasia and Ishgar have similar latitudes, but the Kingdom of Fiore is offshore and Vistarion is inland. The climates of the two are different.

Winter had just entered at this time, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard began to wither in accordance with the season. In addition, there were two old men sitting here, adding an inexplicable desolation to the air.

Perhaps the mid-morning sunshine above your head is the only thing that can warm your heart.

Just as Makarov said, he visited openly and openly, and the other party sent enough important people to receive him, and maintained friendly diplomacy on the surface.

Neither side chose to use "force diplomacy", an unwise act that would bring no benefits, and instead adopted a silent intellectual battle.

The president of 'Fairy Tail' and the minister of the Albarez Empire, the two relied on their decades of life experience to concentrate on one duel after another.

The form of intellectual combat is playing cards.

Lejan Card, a tabletop strategy card game popular in the Albarez Empire.

Compared to the 'magic killing' launched by Kira in the Kingdom of Fiore, which is based on the personal magic talent and god-generating skills, Lejanka's cards are undoubtedly more relevant to the culture of this world and more in line with the two old men. Identity and status.

King, queen, knight, wizard, goddess, demon, physician, killer...

In this game, each profession has its own role. Only by properly matching and using the characters of each profession can the player win the final battle.

Although Makarov is well-informed and has few opponents in terms of magical attainments, he is not necessarily very good at strategy. In the past few days, he has never won a game!

The elderly man threw away the cards in his hand and sighed regretfully: "Your Excellency Yakir, you are too strong at Lejanka, and I lost again..."

Even when playing 'Magic Kill' with Kira and others, Makarov had never lost like this when faced with some obviously unbalanced rules formulated by Kira.

It can be seen that the old man opposite, who has a stooped back and needs to rely on a wooden crutch to walk, has a sinister heart.

Yakir picked up a card in front of him with great knowledge and said: "The key to victory is to hold the [Goddess] card tightly in your hands!"

The goddess on the card, to be precise, is the [Elven Goddess]. She has long pale golden hair, a pair of ears shaped like wings, and is wearing a white dress. She closes her eyes and bathes in the sunshine in the forest, holding her hands Putting hands together in prayer looks so holy, gentle and peaceful.

Makarov's expression was a little dazed. He suddenly remembered that when he first came into contact with Lejanka a few days ago, Yakir told him that this kind of card game would not appear in the Albares Empire for less than a year. century.

"Is the key to victory the Elf Goddess? It sounds really meaningful..."

Yakir remained silent, his keen intuition telling him that there was something in the visitor's words, but before the imperial minister could comprehend the connotation, there was a commotion outside.

Makarov rolled his eyes and quickly sensed the cause of the commotion. He couldn't help but say: "Today's young people are really more energetic than the last..."

Yaqir's white goatee, which was more than 20 centimeters long, trembled and said: "Young people compete in martial arts, and old people compete in intelligence. This is the case in any game."

"Really? That may be because the gaming cultures of the two continents are different."

Makarov heard what he meant and talked eloquently, "In Ishgar, people value the next generation more, so in order to allow the 'seedlings' to thrive, the old people in the game will be given far better gifts than the young people." wisdom and greater force."

"These old people will play an unpredictable role in the game, leading the game to a situation that is beneficial to them, and sometimes they can even completely reverse the situation that is bound to lose. They are very important roles!"

Yakir coughed twice and asked: "Then if the 'old man' and the 'young man' both have the advantage, can the disadvantaged side still be able to reverse the situation?"

"In that case, it depends on the tactics used by the players."

Makarov glanced at the [Goddess] card on the table, "Only the best strategists can make their soldiers play their maximum role and achieve the final victory."

Yakir nodded and did not say any more. In short, it was enough that both parties had reached their mutual understanding.

At this moment, two figures walked in one after the other, one was wild and the other was restrained, their personalities contrasting sharply.

The former is Agil's grandson, one of the Twelve Shields of the Empire, nicknamed the 'Desert King'; the latter is Jellal who is following Makarov this time.

"This is already the thirteenth time you have fought against each other in the past few days. Is there a winner?"

Agil's question surprised Agil: "What's wrong, Grandpa? Didn't you always object to me competing with him before? Why are you suddenly concerned about this matter today?"

"I just want to tell you that the fun is almost over. Keeping visiting guests fighting is not the way to treat guests in the empire!"

"It's time for you to grow up!"