Chapter 83: Great Master Cana’s Affection (Ch 83)

Anke quickly dealt with the demon and jumped out of the pit.

At this time, Erza and the others had already gathered around, and they were relieved to see that Anke was fine.

It’s not that I don’t have confidence in Anke, but because of the unknown about the devil, I can’t help but feel a little worried.

Just as several people were celebrating excitedly, a slightly embarrassed figure staggered over from a distance.

After seeing who it was, Anke raised an eyebrow and jokingly said, “Yo Natsu, that’s pretty efficient.”

Although Natsu looked a little weak, he still smiled triumphantly with his hands on his hips, “Of course, a mere gloomy man will be able to handle it quickly!”

Happy stood on Natsu’s shoulder and exposed him mercilessly: “Natsu was beaten so badly, his fire couldn’t even burn Eligore!”

Natsu’s face turned red and he argued with Happy angrily, “Nonsense! Didn’t I run into him in the end? It just took some skill.”

Listening to the quarrel between these two childish guys, Anke smiled knowingly.

The battle between Natsu and Eligore actually set the tone for the original battle from the very beginning.

According to the common sense of this world, when the strength is equal, wind restrains fire, which is beyond doubt.

However, Natsu, who represents fire, was able to defeat Eligore, who used wind magic, in the end. Apart from the influence of Natsu’s sudden outburst and the protagonist’s halo, the biggest reason may be the magic he used.

Natsu’s flame was born from the ancient dragon-slayer magic. It has extremely strong development potential and application range, which is far beyond the reach of Eligore’s mediocre wind magic.

In addition to physical strength, technology and environment, there is another factor that affects a wizard’s combat: magic power.

Anke guessed from his own experience that the rarer and more powerful the magic, such as Dragon Slayer, Receive These, and Lost Magic, the better the quality of the magic produced by the magic source.

The quality of magic power determines a wizard’s potential in actual magic combat. In other words, it determines the upper limit of a wizard’s strength.

It was a bit like what Anke saw in the Earth world. The level of the cultivation technique practiced by the immortal cultivator determined the level of the realm that could be broken through.

The magic that magicians learn is the same as the practice of immortal cultivators.

The level of magic power represents the amount of spiritual power in the cultivator’s body, which determines a person’s basic strength, which is the so-called lower limit of strength.

In summary, the magic learned determines the upper limit of the wizard, and the level of magic power determines the lower limit of the wizard…

Of course, this is also the guess that Anke came to after hanging out in this world for so many years. He doesn’t know whether it is true or not.

After all, he is not one of those old scholars who specializes in studying magic…

Several people stayed on the battlefield for a long time, and finally waited for the belated arrival of the Council of Representatives troops.

At first, when the people in the Council saw Anke and others, as well as the fairy emblems on their bodies, their faces suddenly became ugly.

But before they could find any trouble, Anke appeared beside them, staring at them with a warning look.

When they recognized Anke, the Tenth Saint, the wimps in the Council were so frightened that they collapsed on the spot and ran off to clean up the battlefield in shame.

In Saint Ten’s business, the younger they are, the harder it is to mess with them.

When people get old, they always have some concerns. As long as they have concerns, people in the Council will find opportunities to take advantage of them, like Makarov.

But young people are free from worries, young and frivolous, and can’t tolerate any grain of sand in their eyes. Who cares about your broken rules?

The youngest Saint Ten Anke is someone that the little people under the Council cannot afford to offend…

After sending away the grumbling deliberation troops, Anke and Erza quickly completed the first mission of the strongest team.

The difficulty of this mission was not very great. Anke’s original purpose was actually to spend more time with Erza.

And the magic flute was far from the level that Anke had expected, and the development of the curse was no match for his own “horror”.

So on this trip, Anke could only go with high hopes and return with disappointment.

Fortunately, although Anke himself felt very unhappy, the other members of the team seemed to feel pretty good.

Especially Lucy, she is a girl who particularly likes reading and writing, so she was particularly touched by experiencing these wonderful events personally.

Of course, according to Lucy herself, it would be better if there were less danger when experiencing strange events…

After the Magic Flute incident, everyone returned to Magnolia and lived an ordinary and happy life.

Anke, who finally had some free time, had nothing to do. He spent the whole day either practicing or playing with the goblins in the guild.

Most of the time, it was just troublesome things like accompanying Mirajane shopping.

A few days after the Magic Flute incident ended, Anke, who was having a meal in the guild, was lying leisurely on the old chair.

There are fruits and drinks on the small round table on the left, which are within reach.

What was most infuriating was that Mirajane, the perfect goddess usually seen in magazines, was standing behind Anke, pressing hard on Anke’s shoulders with her delicate little hands.

Anke comfortably enjoyed Mirajane’s massage service, feeling a little strange: “Mira… why are you so gentle now?”

Mirajane blinked her bright eyes and said jokingly with a sweet smile:

“What’s wrong? Anke doesn’t like it?”

Although he already knew that Mirajane’s personality had become like this, Anke couldn’t help but feel a little softened when he heard Mirajane’s gentle voice.

Anke smacked his lips, and his tone gradually lowered: “I like it… I really do like it…”

“But… I like both of Mirajane’s looks. There’s no need for you to become something you don’t like just for me.”

Mirajane’s strength in her hands loosened for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

“I like Anke in any look.”

Mirajane’s voice was softer than before, and there was even a hint of shyness in the slightly high-pitched tone.

Anke’s eyes suddenly lit up, but Mirajane quickly changed the subject and said:

“But I think I’m good this way. I don’t dislike it.”

Hearing Mirajane’s calm tone, Anke was suddenly confused…

Could it be that Mirajane’s change in personality really had nothing to do with her?

That doesn’t make sense…

The heart of a woman is harder to study than the magic of destroying gods.

Look at Seram, the little cutie who answers whatever you ask him, how great is that!

Seram: [(❁´◡`❁)]

Gray and Cana sat at the table, sipping their drinks in frustration. They looked at the two people with pink bubbles not far away and complained:

“When did these two start dating?”

Kana shook her head and said like a life mentor:

“The best feeling between a man and a woman is that the other person can understand what you are hesitating to say…”

“It’s obvious that these two people are almost going crazy in this state. Don’t worry, they are not far away.”

Kana yawned and turned around, then her face quickly darkened again.

Gray, that bastard, just turned around!

How come all his clothes were missing!