Chapter 543: Saint Ten? Who?
After the King’s Army had left for a short while, yet another group arrived, this time from the Magic Council.
Inside the guild, the banquet was in full swing.
Makarov, several drinks in, had leapt onto a table and was now twisting his hips like a lunatic, prompting uproarious laughter from the guild. Cheers and whistles echoed off the walls as he struck exaggerated poses.
"Watch this, brats! The ancient dance of wisdom and victory!" he declared, wiggling his backside while waving his arms like a windmill.
"Guild Master..." Mira approached him cautiously. "The Council’s here."
Makarov, eyes glazed with liquor and glee, waved her off dismissively.
"Busy right now. Important diplomatic work, watch this move! Vijeeter, dance battle! Come on!"
"Ehhh?!" Vijeeter blinked, then shrugged and hopped onto the table. "Alright, bring it on, old man!"
Mira sighed, hands on her hips. She thought about dragging him off the table, but considering the situation, decided it was better to leave him be.
"Rhodes," she turned to him, "let’s go deal with them ourselves."
Fortunately, the Council envoys didn’t ask for Makarov, didn’t give any speeches, and didn’t make a scene. They simply handed Mira a sleek black briefcase and presented Rhodes with a sealed envelope.
The briefcase, stuffed with 20 million J, was the guild’s official reward. Equivalent to the payout of three full S-Class Exams or a high-difficulty SS-Class job, it was an impressive sum. With the waived airship reconstruction cost included, this entire incident had turned out to be unexpectedly profitable.