Fairy Tail: You call this Celestial Magic?!

Chapter 93 The Power of Order (Please Subscribe!)

"Hululu~~~"

In the frozen banquet hall filled with cold air, Makarov was sleeping soundly on a table that was still in good condition.

It was now night, and Moon and Makarov stayed in the banquet hall together to prevent the house from suddenly collapsing while everyone was sleeping.

Moon picked up the quilt and covered Grandpa Makarov with it again with a helpless look on his face.

He had clearly brought a quilt, but in this freezing banquet hall, the old man was not willing to cover himself with it at all. He threw the quilt aside and slept sprawled out on the cold banquet table. One can only say that the magician's physical fitness was really good.

Although two people were required to keep watch together, Grandpa Makarov had drunk a lot of alcohol and had to speak at a formal meeting tomorrow, so he really needed a good rest. So Moon took on the task of keeping watch for everyone.

And it was Moon who put the last straw that broke the camel's back in the banquet hall, after all, and he felt that he was also responsible for it.

Moon was not idle either. He continued to study his new skills.

It’s true, after one night’s work, Moon really got a better grasp of the technique and his understanding of this skill was further deepened.

The number of scarlet poison needles emitted in each attack can be determined by the user, and even fifteen needles can be emitted at the same time, killing the opponent with one blow, leaving no chance of survival. However, Moon is currently unable to perform such high-end operations.

The reason why this skill's destructive power is higher than expected has also been found. The destructive power of this skill itself is not weak.

Just because it's not noticeable when it hits a Saint Seiya doesn't mean it won't be noticeable when it hits someone else. This is just a stereotype.

Moon thought that the scarlet poison needle would only make a small hole in the pillar, but it turned out to be a big one.

"Scorpio's skills don't go well with Orion's Bronze Cloth. There's no chemistry. It seems best to avoid using them together."

Moon was wearing the Orion Bronze Armor. He looked at the sharp red nails on his right hand and felt something was wrong.

This feeling is completely different from when he uses the Pegasus Meteor Fist while wearing the Equestria Bronze Cloth, it can be said to be the exact opposite.

Pegasus and Equus can resonate and pull each other together, and even Moon successfully established a connection with both constellations.

However, there is an awkward feeling between Scorpio and Orion everywhere.

This forced Moon to use the two separately, but after thinking about it, Moon no longer found this strange.

Whether in mythology or reality, Scorpio and Orion have a close relationship and are two constellations that do not get along well with each other.

Needless to say, in mythology, Orion was killed by Scorpio.

In reality, Scorpio and Orion are the most prominent constellations in summer and winter respectively. The two constellations rise and fall one after another and never meet. It is impossible for them to appear in the sky at the same time.

"If we don't meet in life, our movements will be as chaotic as those of the Sun and the Moon."

Among them, the star Orion is Betelgeuse in Orion, and the star Mercury is Antares in Scorpio, which also means "heart of the scorpion".

The fifteenth needle of the scarlet poison needle, "Andaris", fell on this star. These fifteen needles were not shot out casually, and each needle has a corresponding star.

"Is it dawn yet?"

While Moon was thinking about the mysterious connection between constellations, skills, and holy clothes, Makarov finally woke up.

"Well, it's almost time for the meeting."

Moon looked at Grandpa Makarov. The old man had already climbed up from the table. He sat on the edge of the table rubbing his eyes, trying to clear his mind. He had to go upstairs to speak later.

"Then let's go. I guess there won't be any breakfast today."

Makarov jumped off the table, looked at the messy banquet hall, and said with a smile.

This routine meeting should be the shortest one in history. After the meeting today, everyone can go home because there is not even a place to eat.

"Luckily, the decoration style of this venue is relatively simple, otherwise we would have spent a lot of money. Now it seems okay."

Moon had already silently calculated last night that it wouldn't cost too much to build this banquet hall, probably a few million J, not more than 10 million J. Fortunately, it only affected this banquet hall, otherwise it would have been a huge expense.

The reason why the decoration style of this regular meeting venue is so simple is that this problem was taken into consideration from the beginning, right?
Moon looked at the messy banquet hall with suspicion. He had reason to suspect that this place had been renovated before!

However, Grandpa Makarov refused to admit it, saying that this was the first time and he definitely had never destroyed this place before.

Regardless of whether Moon believed it or not, Makarov himself believed it.

The grandfather and grandson left the banquet hall and went to the conference hall. Before leaving, Moon, who was worried, reinforced the banquet hall again and added another layer of ice.

The entire meeting venue was actually a single unit. Mo En was worried that if the banquet hall collapsed, other areas would also collapse as a result. That was why he stayed behind that night. Soon, the grandfather and grandson arrived at the meeting hall. The meeting hall in this venue was built much more formally than the banquet hall. At least it was not as simple and looked quite solemn.

However, the people participating in the meeting seemed a bit disorganized. A group of people sat together in twos and threes, and there seemed to be no arrangement of seats. Anyone could sit wherever they wanted. This resulted in everyone sitting with familiar people, distributed in small groups.

In addition to Moon, younger members like Jura Reikis, Pakas, and Kallen who came with them were also present. There was no intention to avoid suspicion or keep the content of the meeting confidential.

Perhaps it was because of the identities of the wizards who came with them, who were generally the trusted and beloved generals and close juniors of the guild leaders, so there was no need to avoid suspicion.

Of course, the most important thing is that there is nothing in the topics they are going to discuss at the meeting that cannot be made public.

"Sit down! Sit down! Otherwise I'll make you all spin in circles!"

On the podium in front of the conference hall, the short Oba Barbasma stood on a low stool, constantly muttering instructions, asking the guild presidents who had arrived one after another to take their seats.

"It's obvious that Granny Obama is someone who can't sit still."

Moon and Grandpa Makarov found a place to sit, and the grandfather and grandson kept whispering to each other about Oba Barbasma.

"It's been like this for many years. There's no peace and quiet where she is."

Makarov commented sarcastically that they had known each other for decades and knew each other's personalities very well.

"Mohn! Makarov! Quiet!"

Perhaps she heard someone whispering to her, but Oba Barbasma suddenly called out the names of Moon and Makarov, which made the grandfather and grandson shut up immediately.

After a while, the people attending the meeting arrived one after another. Goodman and Bob brought Pakas and Kallen over and sat together with Makarov and Moon, grandfather and grandson.

Kallen's expression was cold, and she still looked rude to everyone. It was unclear whether she had listened to Moon's advice or not.

However, Pakas was still very enthusiastic, almost becoming a little fan of Moon, even though he was obviously older than Moon.

The two of them didn't say a few words before the regular meeting officially began. Obama Barbasma stood on the stage. She was the host of this regular meeting and was responsible for presiding over the proceedings of this meeting.

The host of each regular meeting will be changed, and everyone will take turns. This will not only avoid the trouble of having the same president preside over the meeting, but also give everyone the opportunity to stand on the stage and lead the meeting.

"In the year X778, the third regular meeting of the Guild Presidents has officially begun."

On the podium, Obama announced loudly, and then everyone below gave a token round of applause.

"What's going on?! Didn't you have breakfast?!"

The sparse applause seemed to make Granny Obama very dissatisfied. She slammed the podium and loudly questioned the presidents below.

“I really haven’t eaten yet!”

"This old woman has so many things to do."

"Just bear with it, or I'll make you spin in circles!"

The presidents below complained a lot, but they were already used to Obama's style, so they all clapped their hands honestly and even shouted a few times perfunctorily.

Although she was criticized, Grandma Obama didn't care at all. She was satisfied with everyone's applause, so she continued with the process.

Seeing this scene, Moon felt both amused and annoyed. They were clearly a group of walking humanoid weapons, each leading a group of magicians with considerable lethality, but the organization they established looked like a makeshift comedy troupe.

It is really hard to imagine the terrifying power behind such a group of people.

But in a sense, it is precisely because of a group of people with such personalities that peace can be maintained on the continent of Ishgar.

On the podium, Grandma Obama was talking incessantly, and Moon was listening silently, searching for useful information.

The content of the meeting covered all aspects, all of which were very positive, mostly about the development of their magician guild.

For example, how to adapt to the policy changes in the Kingdom of Fiore, changes in the magic material market, new policies of the Magic Council, etc.

This sounds like an ordinary industry association, with concerns that are no different from those of other industry associations.

"This is the power of an order that has been stable for hundreds of years. We, the formal guilds, are united under this order."
Moon thought silently that this kind of order was not easy to establish, and it was established after countless turmoil.

He had read history and knew that the world was very chaotic in the early days, and the harmonious coexistence between ordinary people and magicians was hard-won.

There is no doubt that magicians are indeed a privileged class in life. Although some of them do not live a very wealthy life, at least their lives are much more secure than those of ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)