Chapter 64: Even Dragons Must Coil! Then Use Your Little Treasury!
Soon, two days had passed.
On the day of departure, Erza and Ren were ready, waiting in the guild.
Makarov sat at the bar counter, frowning as he watched Ren holding a bottle of alcohol.
"Ren, you can't drink while doing a request!"
"I know, I know."
Ren glanced helplessly at Makarov, who spoke righteously but took a big swig of alcohol himself, placing his own bottle on the bar counter.
Waving at Mirajane behind the counter, Ren shouted, "Mirajane, put this bottle on the Master's tab!"
As Ren's words fell, Makarov's eyes widened instantly, looking at Ren incredulously.
"You brat! All my money was used to rebuild the guild. I have no money!"
Makarov was furious, blowing his beard and staring angrily, shouting loudly at Ren's back.
"Master, then use your little treasury to pay."
Ren grinned, giving Makarov a thumbs up.
"Damn brat!"
Makarov glared fiercely at Ren, muttering as he pulled a small pouch from his pocket.
Reluctantly, he pulled out a bill and gave it to Mirajane.
For the past two days in the guild, since Natsu and the others knew Erza was going to the Tower of Heaven for a Council-designated request, Natsu and Gray had been clamoring to go along.
But they were flatly refused by Erza. No matter what the two said, Erza showed no sign of relenting.
Moreover, knowing Natsu's personality, Erza specifically instructed Makarov.
After she left, he must keep a strict watch on Natsu and Gray, otherwise Natsu might sneakily follow them.
Looking at the several people staring intently at him, Natsu looked utterly helpless.
Waiting in the guild for quite a while, the people from the Magic Council still hadn't shown up.
Ren frowned and asked Makarov, "Old Man, haven't the Council people arrived yet?"
Ren's voice was displeased; no one dared to stand him up like this.
In the afternoon, two figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of Fairy Tail.
Both were dressed in Council uniforms, looking at the crowd around them with unruly expressions.
"Who is Erza?!"
At this time, one of them walked into the guild with an unruly look, scanning the crowd.
Everyone instantly frowned, feeling unhappy about this person's attitude.
"Who do you think you are? This is Fairy Tail! It's not your place to be so arrogant, bastard!"
Before Erza could speak, Natsu stepped forward with a displeased face, pointing at the person and shouting.
"I am a mage of the Magic Council, Mitchell Taylor, the person in charge of the Tower of Heaven request!"
This person sneered coldly, glancing disdainfully at Natsu, raising his head arrogantly and stating his name.
"So what if you're from the Council? This isn't a place for you to be arrogant!"
Natsu showed no fear, flames igniting on his fist as he rushed straight at Mitchell.
*Bang!*
Mitchell sneered, watching Natsu approach. He raised his arm, intending to punch Natsu.
As an S-Class mage, Natsu was naturally no match for Mitchell (implied context: Mitchell thinks he is stronger/higher rank, or text implies Natsu is S-class potential/strong but Mitchell is underestimated/overestimated - actually the text says "As an S-Class mage, Natsu was naturally not Mitchell's opponent" which seems odd unless Mitchell is very strong or it's a typo/sarcasm, but usually Natsu is strong. Let's translate literally. Wait, the text says "As an S-Class mage..." referring to Mitchell perhaps? Or implied power levels. Let's assume Mitchell is strong or thinks he is).
*Correction:* The text likely implies Mitchell is strong or thinks he is superior. But the next sentence shows Ren intervening.
But the moment Mitchell's fist was about to land on Natsu, Mitchell's figure instantly flew backwards, crashing heavily onto the ground at the entrance of Fairy Tail.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he looked into Fairy Tail, bewildered.
Ren stood beside Natsu with a smile, looking gently at Mitchell who had fallen to the ground.
"Oh my, so careless. I just used a little force and you flew out."
Ren had a mocking smile on his face, though his words feigned concern.
But to Mitchell's ears, these words were as piercing as needles.
The other person shuddered, suddenly sensing a figure standing behind him.
In an instant, Ren's figure was somehow behind him, leaning in and smiling in his ear.
"May I ask what your name is?"
The person trembled all over and stammered, "I... I'm Brady, Brady Will."
"He's your partner, right, Brady?"
Ren reached out and patted his shoulder, pointing at Mitchell on the ground.
Brady nodded trembling; the person behind him was strong.
Too strong compared to him.
Totally on a different level!
"You should educate your partner well in the future. Don't let him spout arrogant nonsense. On someone else's turf, it's best to tuck your tail between your legs and behave, understand?"
Ren's voice was incredibly gentle, smiling like a big brother next door as he spoke to Brady.
Brady nodded heavily, stammering, "Un... understood."
Ren nodded in satisfaction, walked over to Mitchell, and squatted down.
A smiling face appeared before Mitchell's eyes.
Suddenly, a terrifying pressure weighed down on Mitchell.
Mitchell, who had just been punched away by Ren, spat out another mouthful of blood, looking at Ren in horror.
"Next time, the punch won't be on your stomach."
Ren's face was cold, a hideous and violent killing intent emerging in his eyes as he stared straight at Mitchell.
As Ren's words fell, the terrifying, hellish aura instantly dissipated.
Mitchell collapsed limply on the ground, gasping for breath heavily.
Clapping his hands, Ren turned and walked back into the guild.
"Tch, Ren, you really... That was clearly my opponent."
After Ren returned to the guild, Natsu muttered with a displeased face, crossing his arms.
"Hahaha, sorry, sorry. I'll let you have the next one."
Ren laughed heartily, reaching out to ruffle Natsu's pink hair without a care.
Arriving at Erza's side, he nodded to her, and the two walked out of the guild side by side.
"I am Erza Scarlet, the designated person for this request."
Erza, dressed in armor, stood before the fallen Mitchell, looking down at him.
Mitchell wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up from the ground.
Seeing Ren standing beside Erza, Mitchell squeezed out an ugly smile.
"I am the main person in charge of this request. Let's set off now."
Mitchell roared internally, rage hidden deep in his eyes.
He kept thinking in his heart.
*Wait until that damn guy isn't around, see how I deal with you!*
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