(What I wrote before, now I send it to you to see, it's a boring thing...... Of course, the body will be sent at a later date. ）

Prologue

I don't know when it started, but a little ghost appeared on the continent, a little ghost carrying a huge bag that didn't fit his size at all. No one knew where he came from or what he wanted to do. As if out of nowhere, people found him walking on the road. He basically doesn't communicate with people, but he never stops walking in a certain direction. Of course, if that's all there is to it, then he's just a weird little guy.

The first initials took place not long after the imps appeared on the mainland. It was a remote town where a mercenary warrior who had been badly wounded while fighting monsters was dying due to the poor medical conditions in the area. In his last moments, as he lay on the stretcher his companions had made for him, gasping for something, a magical array of holy white light appeared beneath his body. Almost instantly, he felt all the pain go away from him. His companions looked around, and imps with white glow on their hands appeared in front of them. Rightfully so, the reputation of the imp has spread ever since.

Yes, the imp is a magister, and in this world where magic can already be bought and sold as a commodity, it is not something to brag about, but the magic of the imp is more special. But the mercenaries, as the most well-informed people, plus a little wine in their spare time, blowing some calves by the way, and attaching the inaccuracy of a ten, ten, ten, hundred, and hundred, the image of a magister walking on the continent who can cure all injuries, diseases, and all kinds of incurable diseases, plus athlete's foot spread. You know, when people are cornered, they always believe some so-called gossip. Some such guys suspiciously inquired about the imp's itinerary and looked for it. Then, most of them went home satisfied (those who came to treat beriberi were beaten away).

At this moment, the imp's reputation really became louder, and an endless stream of people gathered on his way, and the imp who never stayed in the town stayed in a town for three days for the first time. Of course, maybe not in the middle of the town, the imp just set up a tent on the outer edge of the city gate, and then was overwhelmed by the crowd. The reason is also very simple, the imp doesn't have much money, he wants to save money. But soon, the little ghost had a place to live, and all the hotels on his way were open to him for free, and the number of people willing to pay for him gradually increased to the point of countless, and some even did not hesitate to give away mansions, just hoping that he would stop his progress, but no one ever succeeded. The imp will only stay in each town for three days, and after three days, no matter what kind of obstruction, the imp will embark on his journey.

The imp is also a strange person, his treatment is never free, it's just that what he asks for is strange. He would never ask for any direct payment, and he would say to every patient he cured, "Remember your half life, and there must be a treasure in your treasure that you feel can be compared to this medical treatment." Give me that treasure, that's the fundraising. "Of course, there have been jokes. The magistrate of a place insisted on marrying his daughter to him, because that was his most precious treasure. The imp fled in the wilderness.

Gradually, the little ghost's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, but there are fewer and fewer people who come to him, and people who are not terminally ill and seriously injured and dying generally do not come to him. Because everyone knows how the little ghost walks in the world like this to ensure his safety. At the price, half a mountain. The little ghost used his hands, without the slightest magic power, to collapse half of the mountain.

Any journey has an end, and the imp's is no exception. After a long journey, the imp arrives in a seaside town, Margrolia. The imp stopped, not because he was no longer moving forward, but because there was no path ahead of him to walk. In front of him is the endless sea, and without any force attached, it is impossible for a normal person to walk on the water. He didn't say a word, but sat down silently by the sea, put down the huge backpack, and set up his tent. Then look at the sea level in a daze.

"What are you doing here alone? "An old man about the height of the imp didn't know when he appeared behind the imp.

"Look at the sea. ”

"Is it here to see the sea with such a big bag on your back? ”

"No, I'm just on my way home. ”

"Is your home here?"

"I don't know. ”

"On the other side of the sea, then?"

"I don't know. ”

"Do you know where your home is?"

"Yes. ”

“……”

"I just got lost and couldn't find my way home. ”

"Where is your home? Maybe I know, old man?"

"In a place you can't possibly know, it's called Huaxia. ”

"I really haven't heard of it, and even the pronunciation is unfamiliar. The old man crossed his arms and thought for a while, "I don't even know the old man, and it is estimated that not many people on the mainland know about it." ”

"Definitely. ”

"So, in other words, you don't have a place to go now, do you?" said the old man, waving his hand, pointing at the imp.

"Until you find your way home, no. ”

"Come to the union, then! Come to Fairy Tail!"

"Fairy Tail...... It sounds familiar. The imp pondered for a moment, "But, the guild...... How did you come up with the idea of bringing me into the guild?"

"Because, our fairy tail is not only a place for magisters to drink, a place to take on tasks, and a place to communicate. At the same time, it is also a place for us to sing, a place to cheer, and a home for lost imps, homeless imps!"

"Home...... Sounds good......" The imp thought for a moment and nodded.

"So, let's go. Go home!" the old man laughed and turned away.

The little ghost watched the old man's back go farther and farther away, and smiled, "Well, the fairy tail, it's not bad." ”