The thoughts of the fairy tail follow your heart

The next day, Eleven discussed in depth what happened to him yesterday with President Makarov, but Makarov did not know what happened to Eleven.

He has indeed heard of situations where the power of magic can be increased due to emotional fluctuations, but such situations generally occur under strong feelings such as anger or sadness, and the improvements brought about are temporary.

It is unheard of to directly increase the total amount of magic power like Eleven.In the end, I can only attribute all this to Eleven himself as a little monster.Not only can you become stronger by death, but you can also become stronger after a celebration, which is really enviable and hateful.

Eli texted to share this enviable and enviable good news with Laxus and Kana, but Laxus didn’t know where he went to practice, and Kana only showed up for Iraq after listening. Levin's happy look moved Eleven a little bit of disappointment in showing off his failure.As for Gray, showing off to him there is no sense of accomplishment.Even Eleven didn't realize that after experiencing yesterday's events, his emotions seemed to have become more full.

The quiet days passed day by day, and soon after stepping into X775, Eleven finally ended his six months of disabled life.

At the moment when the plaster was removed, Ms. Poleusica looked more liberated than Eleven, and finally no longer needed to see this kid regularly.

Eleven was once again amazed by Ms. Poleusika's medical skills. His body that hadn't been active for half a year, not only did his muscles not shrink, but it seemed to have become more powerful, and his flexibility did not decrease.The only problem was that he had a little forgotten how to walk and was a little limped, which made Poleusica almost doubt his medical skills.

After being driven out by Poleusika, Eleven walked crookedly back to the guild, and then stood in front of the task board for the first time.He hasn't done a task for half a year, and his hands are itchy for a long time, and he hasn't had the opportunity to experiment with the substantial increase in his strength half a year ago. He is eager to find a goal to try.

......

After sitting in the carriage for several hours, Eleven finally arrived at the destination of this mission-Rakao Village.

This village was destroyed by a huge mole monster, the whole village was covered with silt, and the village of Nuoda became a swamp.

"Oh~ It's too much, the houses are buried." Eleven didn't step into the mud either, but habitually floated in the air again, watching the magnificent and terrible scene before him.

"Excuse me, is it the wizard of Fairy Tail?"

At this time, a trembling old man came over and greeted Eleven floating on the swamp.After hearing this, Eleven hurriedly landed in front of the old man, and said hello respectfully.

"Yes, grandpa, I am Eleven of Fairy Tail. I came for the task of cleaning up monsters."

"Oh ha ha, he is really a young magician, younger than my grandson. Come on, let me talk to you about the task in detail." The old man looked at Eleven's kind face and smiled. The earth took Eleven's hand and walked back.

"Wait, grandpa, who are you?" Eleven was a little helpless, and the old man was trembling, he was in good spirits.

"Oh ha ha, it's rude, the old man is Wolf Lakau, the head of Lakau Village, and everyone in our village is named Lakau.

"Oh, it's really a magical village." Eleven didn't know what he was thinking, and muttered very rudely.

As soon as Eleven's words fell, a huge mud mountain suddenly arched in the marshland next to him, and a strange creature emerged from the mud.Thick lips, small eyes, flat face, limbs, but fins, a bit like mudskipper, but behind it has a strange dorsal fin like a seed.

Eleven stared at the monster stupidly.

"Oh, it really is a magical village!" It took a long time for Eleven to hold out such a sentence.

When the creature gurgled back into the mud again, the village chief said unhurriedly, "That's the mole, the monster you want to fight this time."

"That thing is it?" Eleven was a little sluggish, this mole was completely different from what he had imagined, at least, at least it should...

Before Eleven had found the right words, he saw a teenager running towards them.This boy has thick lips, small eyes, and a flat face...

(°Д°)!!

Without even thinking about it, Eleven directly used his mind to press the boy to the ground, smashing his entire face into the ground.

"Hoo~ It's so risky. I didn't expect that this kind of mole could turn into a human form. Fortunately, I reacted quickly! Grandpa village chief, didn't you scare you?"

Wiping a cold sweat that didn't exist on his head, Eleven secretly said that this kind of mole was really terrible, and turned to see if the village elder grandfather was frightened.But he saw that old man's angry face.

"That's the grandson of the old man! Let him go!"

Before Eleven had time to be embarrassed, suddenly there was a voice in his mind: "It hurts..."

At that moment, Eleven's mental power was involuntarily vigilant. He felt a mental power attempting to invade his consciousness, but there was no malice, it seemed that it was just to transmit and receive information.However, as Eleven's mental power began to defend, that mental power only had time to leave two words and was blocked outside.

Eleven looked at the young man who was still being pressed into the ground by him and patted the ground with both hands. He didn't expect that this mole-like guy actually had mental power that could be released.

The mental power just now seems to be an application of mental cooperating with magic power, can I also learn it, how to...

Eleven was still thinking, and suddenly felt a pain in his butt. Turning his head, he saw that the village chief's grandfather was hitting his butt with a stick, because the village chief found that if he didn't hit anyone, his grandson would be choked to death!

......

Eleven, the village head, and the Mole Boy sat in a simple tent. Eleven seemed a little embarrassed because he had just caused trouble for others.

The village chief is still very sophisticated, as if nothing happened just now: "Ahem, okay, I have said everything that should be said, anyway, I will trouble you to clean out the annoying moles from our village. We are already living. Enough tent. My grandson is also a magician, maybe he can help you."

The Mole Boy was also more generous, and stretched out a hand to Eleven: "Hello, my name is Wallan Raco, please advise."