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Although his voice was soft, Goldman was no weakling and could naturally hear it.

His face immediately darkened, and Bob, who was next to him, covered his mouth and chuckled.

Just as Goldman and Makarov, former partners, were about to fight over a disagreement.

Outside the villa, two very young figures, a man and a woman, entered the venue.

An old man standing at the door saw two young people without any adults with them and immediately came over.

"Oh~ These are new faces I haven't seen before. Which guild are you from?"

"Would you like to join our Flameclaw Alliance (0. 9 version)? We warmly welcome newcomers!"

Seeing the old man poaching people even during the routine meeting, Beetz and Lucy were both quite speechless.

Moreover, neither of them had ever heard of the Flame Claw Alliance.

Lucy maintained a polite smile and declined the old man's invitation:

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't plan to join any other guilds at the moment."

Also, I'd like to introduce you to this man beside me—the chairman of our Saiyan Tail—Bitts.

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Chapter 217 Makarov: You really do have a tail!

"President, this young man?"

Upon hearing Lucy's introduction, the old man's face immediately burned with embarrassment, and he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Not only did they secretly poach people during routine meetings, but they also went so far as to poach the chairman himself.

If such a joke happened to him, wouldn't he be ridiculed for the rest of his life?

Immediately, the old man didn't dare to look at Beetz, apologized to the two of them several times, and hurriedly ran away.

Despite his speed, the sight of him running was still witnessed by many.

A burst of laughter erupted in the meeting room, attracting the attention of Makarov and the others.

The long-bearded old man, who had witnessed the whole thing, grinned and stroked his beard, saying:

"That old bastard Barlow, he actually poached people from another guild's leader."

After this routine meeting, he'll probably become the laughingstock of all of Fiore.

Makarov glanced curiously towards the doorway and saw the two young men standing there. He casually agreed:

"That old man deserves it. Every time someone brings a young person over, he tries to poach them."

Let's teach him a lesson and see if he dares to pull these tricks again.

Distracted by this, Goldman also abandoned his idea of beating up Makarov to vent his anger, and turned to look at the gate as well.

But when he saw Bitz's face clearly, he immediately raised an eyebrow and said mockingly to the unsuspecting Makarov:

"Yes, Makarov, this is the young man. He is the chairman of the Saiyan Tail."

Why don't you go up and ask him why he plagiarized the Fairy Tail guild's name?

Glancing at Goldman, who clearly wanted to cause trouble, Makarov snorted and jumped off the table, putting his hands behind his back and coldly saying:

"Do you think I wouldn't dare? Watch closely, I'm going to ask that kid right now."

Upon seeing this, Bob immediately spoke up to stop him.

"Don't do that, Brother Makarov. It would be gossip if word got out that you, a senior, were to make things difficult for a young man."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Leaving those words behind, Makarov strode forward with his short legs.

Bob gave Goldman a reproachful look and quickly followed.

Shaking his head helplessly, Goldman knew that Makarov wasn't the kind of person who would bully the weak, so he had nothing to worry about and leisurely followed along.

When Makarov approached the young man, the man was already chatting familiarly with the heads of several associations.

Most of them did well in Quabitz, giving that old man from the Flameclaw Alliance a good beating.

Clearly, the other party's act of poaching people has already aroused the anger of many association leaders.

Although Bitz didn't care about connections, it was still good to be able to get along with so many guild leaders right away.

Seeing him chatting and laughing with the other presidents, and noticing his tall stature and the strong physique that couldn't be hidden by his clothes, Makarov's eyes lit up, and he was immediately drawn to his talent.

What a fine young man. If only I had met him sooner, I could have... well, I could have just invited Fairy Tail to join me.

After secretly feeling a bit sorry for her, Makarov turned his gaze to the little girl who was following closely behind Bitz, looking somewhat nervous and reserved.

Why doesn't it have wings? Wasn't it supposed to be an angel?

The doubt in her mind vanished in an instant. Although she didn't have the wings she had been hoping for, Lucy's appearance was still exquisite and beautiful, no less so than her own Erza and Mira.

"Cough cough~" Makarov coughed lightly, trying to get Bitz's attention.

Bitz did hear the sound and turned his head, but when he saw that there was no one beside him, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

"Hey kid, over here!" Makarov jumped up in exasperation.

This allowed Beetz, who is nearly two meters tall, to catch a glimpse of the clown hat with pointed horns out of the corner of his eye.

Looking down at the little old man with a white mustache, Bitts raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with surprise.

"You are, Chairman Makarov?"

"That's right, it's me."

Makarov stood with his hands behind his back, trying his best to appear as a powerful and superior person.

But the way he was jumping around had already made many people around him want to laugh, and his pretentious act had no effect whatsoever.

Only Lucy, upon hearing Beetz call out the other's name and seeing the Fairy Tail crest on the T-shirt under Makarov's jacket, excitedly bypassed Beetz and stood before Makarov, exclaiming:

"You are Makarov, the chairman of Fairy Tail?"

"Nice to meet you, I'm Lucy, a Celestial Spirit Mage. Could you please give me your autograph?"

Looking at the notebook and pen handed to him, and the little girl's starry, adoring gaze, Makarov's vanity was greatly satisfied.

Makarov magnanimously accepted the notebook, casually signed his name, and praised it, saying:

"Celestial magic, it's not seen much these days."

It's a magic that requires both talent and hard work. Keep it up, young lady, I have high hopes for you!

To receive such praise from the Fairy Tail guild master she had always admired, Lucy was so happy she almost felt like her soul was floating away.

Beetle, who was standing to the side, couldn't bear to look anymore. Annoyed, he released the tail from his waist and 413 slapped Lucy hard on the back of the head.

"Idiot, your student council president is still here, at least tone it down a bit!"

Makarov's eyes widened as he watched the tail swaying gently behind Bitz.

"So it really really does have a tail!"

Under Beetz's piercing gaze, Lucy rubbed the back of her head and retreated to the side, looking aggrieved.

Then Bitz formally introduced himself to Makarov and everyone else present.

"Esteemed seniors of the magic world, please allow me to introduce myself. I am the president of the Saiyan Tail Guild, and my name is Bitz."

Our guild has just been established, and I myself have only recently become the guild leader. I hope that you senior members will offer me guidance on any guild-related issues that arise.

His words had barely faded when someone in the audience praised him, saying:

"It's rare to see such a young president. President Bitts is truly a promising young man."

After this person finished speaking, the other guild leaders also gave Bitz a few words of praise to save face.

Most of the comments praised him for being young and promising, since they were still unfamiliar with him and most of them were hearing about the guild for the first time and couldn't find any other points to praise.

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As one of the most prestigious presidents present, Goldman stepped forward and took the initiative to strike up a conversation:

"So that's how your guild got its name. So, young man, you're a special race called Saiyan?"

Then why is the guild's emblem an angel?

Goldman pointed to the angel emblem on the back of Lucy's hand and asked the question that had been weighing on his mind for a long time.

Makarov then noticed that this guild was quite interesting; its crest and name were completely unrelated.

I knew it.

Bitz inwardly scoffed, then generously pulled open his combat suit, revealing the guild crest printed on his chest, and explained helplessly:

"Well, I can only say that I was not strict enough in managing my subordinates. The guild members were just being mischievous, and I hope you will forgive me."

Seeing Beetz's twitching lips, Goldman could roughly guess what he meant, even though Beetz didn't explain much.

"Hmph, are they the legendary angels? It seems that besides being beautiful, they also have quite a personality."

"Hehe, that would be perfect."

Thinking of the two angels at home, one a chuunibyou and the other a bawdy-tongued babble, Beetz shook his head in annoyance.

Makarov nodded solemnly, offering advice in the tone of someone with experience:

"It's normal for guild members to have all sorts of personalities and shortcomings. As the guild leader, our job is not just to make the guild bigger."

Our primary responsibility is to care for and be tolerant of every guild member, guiding them onto the right path and helping them correct their mistakes.

If someone else had said that, Bitts would have praised them and shown them respect.

But these words just happened to come from Makarov, who was indeed a great guild master and led everyone in Fairy Tail onto the right path.

But... are you sure all their mistakes have been corrected?

Are the council's frequent reprimands just for show? In terms of sheer destruction, Fairy Tail is far more destructive than many other dark guilds.

Even Goldman couldn't stand it anymore and said sarcastically to Makarov:

"How dare you say that? Of all the guilds present, Fairy Tail is the most troublesome."

Before lecturing others, you should take care of your own young people first.

"Shut up! Goldman, you bastard, you're here on purpose to cause trouble, aren't you?"

Makarov could no longer tolerate Goldman's repeated nitpicking and mockery.

He immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to meet Goldman outside for a friendly competition.

Goldman wasn't afraid of him either, and he swung his arms, ready to teach the old man a lesson.

The two people, who were nearly 150 or 160 years old combined, were acting like children, ready to fight over the slightest argument. This made Lucy's opinion of Fairy Tail change a little.

It was only after much persuasion from the other guild leaders, led by Bob, that they were finally stopped.

To prevent the two stubborn old men from clashing again, Bob clapped his hands with a smile and suggested:

"I see that the guild leaders of each guild are basically all here."

Let's begin the routine meeting formally.

The old man in the blue robe glanced around, stroked his beard, and said:

"President Joseph didn't attend again this year; it's been like this for several years in a row."

The fight was stopped, and Makarov, unable to vent his anger, scoffed indifferently upon hearing this:

"Joseph, after what happened a few years ago, is definitely too ashamed to come here. Let's ignore him and just get started."

No one dared to object upon hearing this. The Joseph mentioned by the old man in the blue robe was none other than Joseph Bora, the guild leader of the Phantom Lords.