Fairy Tail: The Three Sacred Magic

In the dim tavern, the air was filled with the smell of stale wine and a sense of oppression.

The oil lamp on the wall emitted a weak light, which could hardly illuminate the entire room. Only in the corner could a bearded man be vaguely seen.

He sat there, with his head down, holding a glass of wine tightly in his hand, his eyes empty, as if he had been isolated from the outside world.

The table was piled with messy empty bottles, rolling on the floor.

His clothes were tattered, his coat was casually draped over his shoulders, and he wore cheap magic cloth shoes on his feet.

The former sharpness had long been wiped out by time, leaving only endless fatigue and decadence.

"Where's the wine?!" He suddenly roared angrily, and smashed the empty wine glass in his hand into the corner.

The wine glass hit the wall, making a dull sound, and fragments flew everywhere.

The tavern owner stood behind the bar, his eyes calm and numb: "Guest, it's closed, there is no wine."

The owner has become accustomed to the drunken state of this regular customer.

A few years ago, Meister was still a young man full of justice. Although he was a little decadent, there was always a glimmer in his eyes.

Now, this glimmer has long disappeared, replaced by day-to-day alcoholism and irritability.

"I said I want wine!!" Meister stood up suddenly, staggering, staring at the boss with a chaotic look.

"You've drunk enough, guest. It's time to go back and rest." The boss was no longer polite, and his tone became cold and hard.

He has endured Meister's violence for a long time.

Meister's eyes condensed, looking directly at the boss with displeasure, and his fists clenched slightly.

Just as the atmosphere became stalemate, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open.

A dozen gangsters walked in swaggeringly, waving various weapons in their hands, their eyes full of provocation.

"Smelly boy! You hit me yesterday, and today I will make you pay the price!"

The gangster leader smiled sinisterly and ordered his men to surround Meister.

Meister blinked in confusion, stood up shakily, and tried to take a defensive posture.

But obviously, the alcohol had completely destroyed his sense of balance.

The gangsters grinned, rushed forward, and pushed him to the ground.

"Humph, you can't do it after just two hits?" The gang leader laughed disdainfully.

Meister lay on the ground, drowsy, with traces of vomiting at the corners of his mouth.

The gangsters did not intend to stop there. They formed a circle, punching and kicking, constantly venting their anger.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open again, and a gust of cold wind poured in, blowing away the oppressive atmosphere in the tavern.

A tall figure walked in.

His armor glowed with a cold metallic luster in the dim light, he wore a black helmet, a black eye mask on his right eye, and a red cloak behind him.

The whole tavern was quiet in an instant, and even the gangsters unconsciously stepped back a few steps under this pressure.

"Who... who are you?" The gang leader felt something was wrong, and there was a hint of fear in his tone.

The tall man did not answer, but said coldly: "Take them away."

As soon as he finished speaking, several soldiers wearing black magic armor walked out from behind him, with neat and fast steps, and quickly surrounded the gangsters.

"Imperial... Imperial Army?!" Someone among the gangsters recognized the identity of these soldiers and his face turned pale instantly.

"We are just... just a small fight, sir, don't take it so seriously!" The gang leader hurriedly explained, his voice trembling a little.

"It's not up to you to decide." The tall man responded coldly, signaling the soldiers to take action.

The soldiers acted quickly, and their burly bodies showed amazing strength.

In just a few breaths, the gangsters were beaten to the ground and wailed everywhere.

That overwhelming power made everyone dare not act rashly.

"Take him away."

Following the man's order, the black-armored soldiers took the hooligans away one by one, and the tavern returned to silence.

At this moment, only the embarrassed Mestre and the tavern owner with a look of awe were left in the tavern.

The tall man walked in front of Mestre and looked down at the drunk man on the ground.

"You are Mestre."

Mestre barely opened his eyes and said weakly: "Who... are you?"

The man did not answer, but said coldly: "I am Simon."

The last memory gradually blurred in Mestre's mind.

All he had left was the black magic armor emitting a faint red light.

Then, his consciousness completely fell into darkness.