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Chapter 287: 287. Zemiri - Guild Master

Orion looked at him and replied casually, "I am Ray Wiser. Just joined two months ago."

"I am Reilly Raymond. I hate to say this, but you won't stand a chance against me if you're planning to participate in the assessment," Reilly immediately tried to overwhelm Orion with his words.

Orion shrugged, his demeanor still casual. "Yeah, maybe you're right, or maybe not."

Reilly frowned, seeing that Orion didn't take his words seriously. "You don't seem to understand something. I'm the strongest in the guild, aside from Erza, in the gold rank for our age category. So, you, who have just entered the gold rank, don't stand a chance against me. Understood?"

Orion nodded, "Yeah, I understand. You're the strongest, and we stand no chance." He said that in a bored tone, as if he were forced to utter these words.

"Are you mocking me?" Reilly suddenly clutched Ray's collar when he heard the uninterested tone in Orion's words. To him, it felt like Orion was intentionally making fun of him, even after knowing how strong he was. Your next journey awaits at m v|l-e'-novelhall.net

"What do you think?" Orion sneered.

Reilly looked at him deeply, then let him go. "Don't match with me in the assessment." He left, saying those words.

Orion shrugged and waited as if nothing had happened.

"You've offended the wrong guy, Ray," Shuna said to Orion, shaking her head in pity.

"I agreed with all his words, but he still got offended. Typical young master attitude," Orion smiled.

"What do you mean by that?" Shuna asked curiously.

"Nothing," Orion shook his head.

Shuna didn't pester Orion, seeing he didn't answer her.

At that moment, Orion's attention was drawn to the grand entrance of the combat hall. The doors swung open, and a hush fell over the crowd as a group of people made their way inside. At the forefront of the group was a striking woman who immediately commanded attention.

"I will tell you the rules of the selection. Since there are a total of ten of you and only one will be selected, you will have to fight each other to decide who will win in the end. And don't worry, who will fight whom will not be decided by us, but by your luck," she said, turning to Erza.

Erza stepped to the middle of the stage and took out a transparent bowl that usually held fish. However, at this moment, it wasn't full of water and fish, but of parchment papers.

"All of your names are inside the bowl. Come and pick out one paper, and the name on it will be your opponent. If you choose your own name, then you will pick again until it isn't your name," Zemiri explained to them.

"Now, I will ask you to come and choose your opponent one by one," she said.

Roman immediately adjusted his glasses and stepped forward ahead of everyone. Upon arriving in front of Erza, he put his hand in the bowl and took a parchment of paper.

"Read it aloud," Erza said.

Roman opened the paper, and his face became grim when he saw the name on it. "Reilly Raymond."

Reilly laughed when he saw Roman pick him. "Haha, Roman. It's been a long time since we fought. Let's see how good you are now," he said, walking towards Roman with a grin on his face.

At that moment, a middle-aged man stepped forward and appeared between them. He looked around 30 years old, with curly hair, a clean-shaven beard, and a cheeky smile hanging on his face. He was Nathan Kart.

"I will be the judge," Nathan said, looking at Roman and Reilly. "The rules are simple: If one of you admits defeat, then the other person wins. If I have to interfere, I will decide who wins and who loses."

"Now, start," he commanded, signaling the start of the battle.

Roman unbuttoned his suit and set it aside. He also loosened his tie and tucked up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Come on."

He took out a dagger and looked at Reilly.

"Heh," Reilly smirked when he saw Roman and beckoned him with his hand.

"Come. Let me see how strong you've become."