Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Magnolia.

The Sorcerer's Guild, Fairy Tail, was as lively as ever. In front of the guild's task board, he was hesitating, hesitating about what kind of mages to take.

On the second floor of the guild, President Makarov was standing side by side with a man in a cloak.

"Are you looking for Mystergon?" Makarov pondered for a while before saying, "He doesn't know when he will be back."

"Really? Is there a way to communicate?" Fang Lang asked calmly, but his eyes were fixed on the hall below.

The faces of many acquaintances appeared one by one in the field of vision.

Lucy Hartfilia, Naz Dragneel, Gravel Pasta, Erza Shukalette, Mila Jeanne, Elfman, and a flying cat, Hubby.

"Contact information... Are you really in a hurry?" Makarov was silent. "It's not that there is none. If you only use magic crystals to contact you, you may not be able to get in touch. It depends on luck."

There seemed to be a commotion below, and Natsu and Gray changed from quarreling to fighting, and gradually, the people around were also involved.

Looking at this, Fang Lang looked like this, nodded, and said, "Try it, please."

"No, you did us a big favor a few days ago." Makarov smiled, and then shouted to the bottom: "Mira, come to the second floor for a while."

"Yes~" Mila, who was smiling and watching everyone fighting, heard the shout, and immediately put down her work and walked up the stairs with small steps.

Just as she walked up the stairs, she suddenly discovered that there was a man wearing a black cloak beside Makarov.

"What? Why didn't you notice it before?" Mira thought in surprise. "It's impossible. Dressed so suspiciously, it's hard even if you don't want to pay attention. Is it a 'mimic' magic?"

Thinking so, she went up to the second floor, but her expression was a little dazed.

At this moment, a scream came from below, and Natsu's body flew over with flames, and he was about to knock Mira.

"Huh?" Fang Lang just wanted to save him, but he didn't want anyone faster than him.

I saw Makarov threw out one hand, and the arm became longer and the palm became larger, like the hand of a giant, and slapped the flying Natsu back.

"The second floor is too early for you, Natsu, go down."

Seeing this, Fang Lang also put away his thoughts, but looked at everything calmly, and when he turned his eyes, he noticed Elsa, but saw her sitting on a table with few people, holding alcohol, wiping a generation of ghosts.

"It seems to be well maintained."

"President." Mila glanced at Fang Lang, but couldn't see clearly through the cloak, "Is something wrong?"

"Go and contact Mistgang and ask him to come back quickly." Makarov scratched his head, thought of an excuse, and said, "I told him to find him."

"Huh?" Mila was startled for a moment, then glanced at Fang Lang, she realized something, and immediately smiled and nodded, "Yes, I see."

Having said that, contact him immediately.

As soon as she was gone, Makarov said suddenly, "Six times."

"Um?"

"You looked at your eyes six times, twice on your chest, twice on your thighs, and twice on your butt." Makarov smiled teasingly. "How about it, our kanban lady?"

"Ahem, it's you who is the one I'm talking about." Fang Lang laughed dryly.

"Cough, forget about what you just said." Makarov also coughed dryly and said solemnly: "However, last time you entrusted with the golden dragon..."

"That mission will not be cancelled, you can contact me at any time if you have any information." Fang Lang replied, and then saw Mila coming back.

"That, President, Mistaken is already on the way back, and they said they'll be there soon." Mira kept smiling, as expected of a kanban lady.

"Really, that's all right." Makarov nodded, watched Mira leave, and then said: "It seems that your luck is good, wait for a while, it should come, and it should be back within today. ."

"My luck has always been very good." Fang Lang smiled, but his eyes looked into the distance, as if he had penetrated the physical distance, and saw thousands of meters away, a man wearing a cloak, covering his face, carrying strange props The man is walking slowly.

coming!

Five minutes later, a sleep-like magic came, as if a requiem, a lullaby, was urging people to fall asleep.

Plop plop, people with low magic power fell one by one, their eyelids heavy and fell into sleep.

"This feeling?" Erza was slightly startled, but she was also within the envelope of Chengmian's magic power. She persisted for a while and fell asleep on the table.

All the wizards on the first floor fell asleep when a man stepped into the gate of the guild.

The shabby cloak, the oddly-shaped wand, and this outfit, needless to say, Fang Lang also recognized the other party.

"President, I'm back." Mistgang raised his head slightly and saw Makarov sitting on the railing on the second floor, as well as an illusory figure beside Makarov, "President, yes Is he looking for me?"

"You can actually see through my 'mimicry' and 'slight vision', you deserve to be an S-rank mage." Fang Lang's slightly praised voice sounded.

The sound seemed to stimulate Erza, causing her to tremble slightly while she was sleeping.

"This voice..."

"Mistgun, he is..."

Just as Makarov was about to introduce, Fang Lang interrupted and said, "Thank you, Mr. Makarov, I will talk to him in person in the future."

As soon as the voice fell, Mistaken's pupils shrank slightly.

Fang Lang, who was standing on the second floor a moment ago, actually appeared beside him the next moment, and was walking out of the guild.

"Mistgang, let's talk somewhere else, come with me." Saying this, Fang Lang walked slowly towards the outside without turning his head.

Mistgun took a deep breath, glanced at Makarov, and followed slowly.

And as he turned around, in an instant, the wizards of the guild woke up one by one, staring at each other.

"This feeling, Misgun?" Elfman rubbed his eyes and said suspiciously.

"This feeling, Fang Lang!" Erza muttered to herself in surprise. Although she fell asleep, a small part of her consciousness was awake, and the sound coming into her ears could not go wrong.

The next moment, a figure quickly ran out. ..