Pirate’s Infinite Wings

"Running away from home? Miss Nyon."

Hearing this gentle and hearty voice, Nion looked sideways and saw a handsome silver-haired man taking out a can of drinks from under the vending machine.

"You know me? Who are you?" she asked.

Nion confirmed that he had never seen the person in front of him.

"My name is Fang Lang, and I met Miss Nion at the ball." Fang Lang blinked and chuckled: "You forgot? Mazarron's ball, I invited Miss Nion to dance, but you refused. ."

Mazarron is the city where the Nosla family is located, so the dance or something is naturally nonsense.

"Really? Well, sorry." Nion, despite being spoiled, understood the basic top hat, although she didn't remember the person in front of her.

"I noticed Miss Nyong just now, and I thought I had recognized the wrong person." Fang Lang passed the test and began to communicate further.

"Eh?"

"Because the auction will start soon, I think Miss Nyong should be in the Semetali Building." Fang Lang said, scratching his head embarrassedly: "I just arrived today because of something, and I'm about to go now. ."

"Impossible, the auction has been suspended." Nion shook his head and said, "There was a group of thieves eyeing the treasures of the auction. It was because of this that I was driven back by my father."

"Well..." Fang Lang said ponderingly: "I don't know if Ling Zun has received the news. The news I received here is that the thieves are handled by professionals, and the auction will be held as usual."

Hearing this, Nion showed a surprised expression, "You mean, Dad is really lying to me!"

"Well, it's understandable that Ling Zun is worried about your comfort." Fang Lang reassured, looked up into the distance, and said, "Your maids seem to have noticed that you are missing and are looking for you. They are coming this way."

"Ah! No, I have to go first, so I don't want to be returned. I want to participate in the auction." After speaking, Nion turned his head willfully and walked towards the side door of the hall.

Seeing this, Fang Lang showed a wry smile and quickly chased after him, "If you have to go, I'll drive you there. If you don't have a pass tonight, you won't be able to enter, and you'll be blocked by roadblocks."

"Really?" Nion turned around immediately, facing Fang Lang, and said with a smile, "That's great!"

Seeing her like this, Fang Lang shook his head secretly inwardly. He was really a naive child.

Although he thought to himself, there was a smile on his face, "Then, please come with me, the car has been delivered."

Immediately, the two left one after the other. Behind them, Chrollo observed the scene and followed from a distance without revealing it.

Not long after, two black sedans pulled out of the airport and headed for the Semetali building.

In the car, Fang Lang chatted with Nion while driving the car.

"I heard from my father that your divination is getting better and better. If you have a chance, be sure to come and ask."

"is that so."

"Miss Nyon, how accurate is your divination?"

"One hundred percent. Therefore, there are many people who want me to help with divination, and their heads are getting bigger every day."

Fang Lang smiled and said, "Hey, that's amazing. Can you help me with divination?"

"Okay, you did me a big favor today." Nion nodded without hesitation, took out the paper and pen he used to carry, handed it to Fang Lang, and said, "Write your name on the paper, your birth date. Year, month, day, blood type is enough. Ah, but you drive?"

"It's okay. You can help me with the paper a little." Fang Lang freed his right hand, took the pen, and wrote the necessary content on the paper.

Fang Lang.

November 23, 1998.

blood type 0.

Nion took the finished paper, glanced at it, couldn't help being startled, and burst into laughter, "Did you write it wrong, 1998, now it's September 1999, how could you be born last year? of."

"Well, just kidding, haha." Fang Lang laughed and covered it up before saying, "Actually, I'm very curious, if it's fake, what will happen?"

"If it's false, there's no way to predict it. It's very difficult to describe in words. I'll try it for you." After speaking, Nion took a pen from Fang Lang, then closed his eyes, and immediately, his mind power spread out, and when she held it On the right hand of the pen, a strange beast appeared, "Angel's automatic note."

Suddenly, the pen moved without authorization. In this state, Nion's eyes were dull and wandering.

After a while, Nion handed the written prophetic poem to Fang Lang.

"See for yourself."

Fang Lang took it and looked at it seriously.

Not the language of Hunter World, nor Chinese, nor Japanese, nor French, nor any language.

As long as it is text, no matter what it is, Fang Lang can probably understand it, unless it is an ancient text like Pirate World, which cannot be read due to certain restrictions.

All in all, with Earth's date of birth, plus blood type and real name, the result is unpredictable.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, it really will turn out like this." Fang Lang shrugged and took the pen from Nion, "Then try it for real."

It's true, it's actually false.

Fang Lang set his current age, 19 years old, so the conditions became like this.

Fang Lang.

Born on November 23, 1980.

blood type 0.

"Please try it with a real one." Fang Lang handed over the written one.

"Really, then you can't do anything about it." Nion complained in a low voice, but still made a prediction.

After a while, Fang Lang got the prophecy poem:

An important day was torn apart by you,

Forgotten months will be mourned by the earth.

Under the performance of the band in mourning clothes,

The moon in November of the lunar calendar moves steadily.

Fiery eyes walk with pirates,

The fork in the road will decide fate.

Even if there are only half the months left,

Spiders are already crawling the web.

You're enjoying the game of burglary, right?

Be careful with playing cards in the dark.

If you have sincerity in your heart,

Falsehoods and lies are also forgiven.

"Is that so, I have a headache, do you want to stop now?" After reading this, Fang Lang felt peaceful. Although the prediction was successful, the result was not bad or bad. ..