Pirate's Infinite Wings

Magnolia, east of the forest.

Fang Lang stopped here, turned to look at Mistgang, and said in a deep voice, "I am Fang Lang, a paladin, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know it. In short, it’s a government person, which can be seen as a magic council. Councillor."

"Paladin?" Mistgang narrowed his eyes. "I know that the knights awarded by the Temple of the Kings and Knights have the power to enforce the law."

"It's good to know," Fang Lang said in a deep voice, "I wanted to ask you for one thing."

"Assignment of the guild? Contact with the client in private will result in expulsion from the guild."

"Then put it another way, cooperation, so it’s okay, isn’t it?" Fang Lang shook his head and said, "Mistgang, I know who you are, your real name, where you are from, and what your purpose is. All know, I I investigated you specially...Don't be nervous, don't be so alert."

"What is your purpose?" If Makarov hadn't found him back, Mistgang would have been ready to take action.

"I want to go to Adras." Fang Langyan said concisely.

Hearing this, Mistral's complexion changed and his eyes widened. The existence of Adelas was a mystery. The paladin in front of him actually knew whether it meant that the government of the Fiore Kingdom knew it.

If the upper echelons of the government, including the king, know about Adras, do you know anything about the "soul", are you wary of Adras's attempts, and will it trigger a war between the two worlds?

In an instant, Mistgang thought of many things, and his expression was uncertain.

"Ha... I said, don't be nervous. Since I came to you, I am not hostile." Fang Lang could feel the other's mood swings, paused, and said, "Don't worry, except for me, Very few people in the upper kingdom know about this."

There was silence. After a long silence, Mistgang took a deep breath and asked, "What do you want to do when you go to Adras?"

"My mount, Tianlong Uranus was accidentally involved in space and entered that world." Fang Lang replied seriously, "I'm going to find it back. Mistgang, you don't want the world over there to be mine. The dragon turned upside down, right?"

"Dragon?" Mistgang frowned, "Tenlong Grandine, I have never heard of Tianlong Uranus. You..."

Fang Lang's words are too hard for people to believe. Taking a dragon as a mount and a Tianlong is inconsistent with what he perceives. He only knows Grantine and has never heard of Uranus.

"I know. You said Grantine is Yinglong, with wings, and Uranus I am talking about is a dragon, a golden dragon." Fang Lang explained.

"Golden Dragon!" Mistgang was slightly startled, and then he said: "During this time, there is a rumor that somewhere in the sea near Harujion, there is a golden dragon haunting, without wings, it might not be you. What are you looking for?"

"Tsk, I've been to this place a long time ago. There is nothing wrong with the intelligence, but in fact, it is not true, it is an afterimage." Fang Lang sighed and shook his head helplessly, "How can you believe me?"

"Just think what you said is true." Mistgang closed his eyes and said slowly: "I can't help you either."

"Can't help me..." Fang Lang raised his eyebrows and said bluntly: "I know that there are many'souls' all over the world. This super-subspace magic can forcibly distort the space and draw people into Adras. Not surprisingly, my mount was hit like this."

"What?!" Mistgang was taken aback, unexpectedly Fang Lang knew this.

It's too mysterious.

A black cloak seems to know everything.

"Why would you know?" he asked incredulously.

"It's not why you know it, it just happens to know it." Fang Lang thought for a while before saying: "Since you don't want to help me, then you might as well make a deal. I know you are preventing the expansion of the'soul', but this does not Solve the problem, one day, the soul will swell to the point where you can't stop it, so let's send me to Adras, I will help you solve this problem from the root, how about?"

In silence again, Mistgang stared at Fang Lang, as if he wanted to see through, but he couldn't see the reality.

Subjective judgment alone is unfathomable, but the authenticity of the words cannot be guaranteed. This matter is too much involved, and a bad one will lead to the collapse of a world, which will lead to boundless disasters.

After a long time, Mistgang turned around, and a heavy voice floated over.

"Sorry, I don't have the ability to send you to Adras."

"Mistgang! No, Geral! Do you want Adras to be turned upside down by my mount?" Fang Lang said angrily.

"Whatever you want, I will personally stop it when that happens."

"Tsk, it's..." Fang Lang raised his hand, his magic condensed, only to let it go after a moment.

If he changed to the previous one, even if he used force forcibly at this time, he would make the other party nod, but now he has changed his character and knows how to save the country.

"Really, is this guy's head broken, or I'm too suspicious? Can't be trusted?" Fang Lang scratched his head and watched Mistgang disappear from his eyes, "The transaction failed. This is troublesome. Should I find a master of space magic by myself? Or wait until the soul in the sky of Magnolia swells to the point that he can't suppress it, and then take advantage of the trend to enter together?"

Without the help of Mistgang, it is not easy to enter Adras.

Just thinking of a new way, Fang Lang's perception suddenly stopped, and then looked to his side, where Elisa was running slowly.

"Fang Lang!" she shouted.

Seeing this, Fang Lang looked at her strangely, and then said for a long time: "How do you know it is me? You don't have a dog's nose."

"Sure enough, it's you." Elisa looked at Fang Lang in a cloak in surprise, "Aren't you taken away?"

"Nothing will happen to me, peace of mind, my relationship with the king is more complicated, and he won't do anything to me." Fang Lang smiled, took off his hood, and revealed his appearance, "The question just now, how do you know it is? mine?"

"Because of this sword."

Hearing this, Fang Lang looked down and saw that a generation of ghosts trembled slightly, a kind of joyful sword sound.

"So that's it..." ..