Remember the name: The invite to Pregrande
Lucy's eyes widened as she handed the letter to Makarov. That letter was foreign, which was highly unusual. What would a country across the continent want from them?
"Master, what does it say?" Wendy wondered.
"We have an invitation to participate the Hell tournament." He sighed.
"What's that?" Natsu's eyes narrowed at the name.
"Basically, it is an extra deadly tournament which is held every five years. The prize is a wish being granted, along with large amounts of honor." Erza explained.
"Pregrande kingdom has a large population of 32 million, which is almost twice as many people as Fiore." Levy added.
"So basically, if we win we'll not only be the best guild in the whole of Fiore, but we'll be famous!" Romeo's eyes lit up.
"However, it is impossible to be arrested. Meaning dark guilds, demons and who knows what else will be there." Makarov's tone was dangerously close to yelling.
"So... Can we go?" Romeo questioned, fiddling nervously with his hands.
"I'm fired up!" Natsu beamed.
"NO!" Makarov's fist slammed onto the table.
"But-" Romeo muttered, head down.
"The grand magic games was bad enough!" Makarov shouted.
"We also get money?" Lucy pleaded, looking at her rent bill which seemed to get higher every year.
"How much?" It looked like the bribery was working.
"18 million crown. It's their currency. What does that translate to Levy?" Lucy remembered, confident the master would now agtee.
"So I take every 0.373639 jewel and multiply it by-" Levy began to mumble, before pausing.
"21 million jewel." She answered.
"I'm in." Makarov smiled at the thought.
"Yeah!" Natsu practically jumped on the wooden table in front of him, doing the fairy tail sign with his hand.
"YEAH!" The guild screamed in reply.
