Is this also considered a hero?

Following Shirai Heizi's soft voice, it sounded.

Shirai Kuroko had already teleported, carrying Misaka Mikoto to the street floor.

Now their angle is no longer overlooking the back of the green-haired boy from high above.

Misaka Mikoto and Shirai Kuroko were even more surprised when they turned to look at it from the back.

That white silk...is too conspicuous.

Even Shirai Heizi has faintly noticed that if she wears white silk, it shouldn't have the same effect as this green-robed boy?nice?

"A normal girl should not have short black hair and wear a green cloak like this?"

Shirai Heizi muttered softly.

"Normal boys don't know how to wear white silk?"

Misaka Mikoto's response made Shirai Kuroko nod in approval immediately.

Doubts arose in their hearts at the same time.

The unsolved mystery is whether this is a man or a woman.

But people were right in front of them, and they all came down at the risk of being discovered by the dormitory supervisor, so how could they not go and have a look?

Shirai Kuroko immediately touched Misaka Mikoto, and teleported to a distance of tens of meters in front again.

Shirai Kuroko and Misaka Mikoto immediately arrived in front of the green cloak!

It wasn't until this moment that they turned around that they could clearly see the strangely dressed person playing the harp and attracting many birds.

From the front, it was a boy with short black hair, and his chest was flatter than that of Misaka Mikoto.

Well, it's definitely a boy.

"Huh? Teleportation, it's a capable person."

The young man in green robe was surprised by the sudden appearance of Misaka Mikoto and Shirai Kuroko, and he smiled immediately.

"If the two of you are attracted by my music, that is the greatest compliment to me."

After he smiled, he suddenly stretched out two fingers and made a "yeah" gesture.

"Hey!"

Although this boy is neutral, he can also distinguish male voices, which completely explains his gender.

"Indeed, you play pretty well."

Unlike the subtle Misaka Mikoto, Shirai Kuroko nodded and praised.

As a daughter with a good family, Shirai Heizi has been trained in many aspects since she was a child, including musical instruments.

However, Shirai Heizi didn't know much about the harp, it can only be said that he only had a half-knowledge.

But anyway, Shirai Heizi also has her own aesthetics, and this short period of time makes her feel excellent.

From the little birds hovering above the boy's head and unwilling to leave, it is enough to prove his unique excellence.

You know, Shirai Heizi has never heard of a music master who has attracted a large number of birds to stop and refuse to leave by virtue of his music.

But this boy did it.

There were even other birds, just flapping their wings and joining the resting flock.

"Hey, it looks like I'm an excellent bard."

The young man in green robe seemed very happy, feeling very happy about Shirai Heizi's praise.

But the words in his words caused Shirai Kuroko and Misaka Mikoto to look at each other in dismay.

travelling poet? ?

Whether it was Shirai Kuroko or Misaka Mikoto, they all knew that bards were poets and singers who sang and sang poems in ancient Western times.

What era is this, and there are still people who call themselves bards? ?

They immediately stared at the young man in green robe with incomparably strange eyes, but they also followed the young man across the street.

In front, is the square.

"It seems that the two guests don't really trust me as a bard."

The green robed boy smiled.

Did he misunderstand something?

Sure enough, it's a secondary illness, right?

I heard that the costumes of the second disease are very strange, maybe it is right?

Misaka Mikoto and Shirai Kuroko, who looked at each other in dismay, then turned to look at the green-robed boy who had already walked to the square.

"Well, let me sing a story."

The young man in green robe seemed to want to dispel their doubts, and plucked the strings on his own.

"The story I want to tell begins in Taikoo."

As the first sentence fell, Misaka Mikoto couldn't help but confirm that the boy had the answer to the second illness.

Taikoo?

There is nothing ancient in this world.

But he still plucked the strings and continued singing.

"The gods walked the earth back then."

"The sky dragon descended from the sky."

"Curiosity about everything in the world."

"The dragon seeks its own answers, but cannot understand the chaos of the world."

"The singer of the wind strikes the strings, and the harp of the sky answers for it."

"Dragon is just a curious child, just flying without worry, until now."

god? ?

dragon?

Misaka Mikoto froze immediately.And the singing bard, the landscape formed by the birds above his head, and his harp have become special landscapes.

In the square, a lot of people had already unknowingly surrounded them.

The story whispered by the bard suddenly changed.

"It listens to poetry and wants to learn to sing, so that everything can understand its heart."

"The singer and the dragon become legends, and the dark age will come."

"At this time, the lion's teeth are rotten, and the eagle's flag is not flying, and another evil dragon is approaching Mond."

"Suffering is the shadow that hangs over the cathedral, laments are recombined into poetic words by poets, and dragons in the sky follow their calls. Fight to the death and fight with evil dragons in the storm."

It was obviously just a brief poem story, but it surprised Misaka Mikoto and Shirai Kuroko who were listening.

"The dragon of the sky swallowed the poisonous blood of the dragon and fell into a deep sleep,"

"Years later no one knew it was revived."

"Why do people nowadays despise me?"

"The harp of the sky did not speak, anger and sadness, life and poisonous blood turned into tears from the corners of the dragon's eyes."

The bard's voice sank, as if he had also fallen into sadness.

"Poetry is silent, corruption is easy to take effect, but the zither of the sky can no longer speak."

At this point, he stopped plucking the strings, opened his eyes again, and looked around.

This is a short legend with only a few hundred words.

But from Shirai Heizi, to the surrounding crowd, and even the flock of birds parked in the sky, they all kept a sad silence.

Shirai Heizi didn't think of the boy in front of him as some kind of secondary illness.

She has been able to confirm that this is a young man with rich ability to sing stories and excellent ability to play the harp.

Even if this should be a fictional legend, after listening to it, it made her feel sad for the dragon of the sky after substituting it.

Among all the people, only Misaka Mikoto's expression changed.

Windsinger?

dragon?Dragon?

The singer and the dragon became legends, does it refer to the god and... the dragon?

Misaka Mikoto looked at the boy holding the harp in surprise.

"who are you?!"

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[PS: I stayed up late at night to finish writing this update. By the time you see it, I should have been lying down at home for a lunch break.

Wuhu, enjoy the happiness at home!

Have a good rest today, five more tomorrow! 】

215. Fengshen is about to do business? 【3/5】

"who are you?!"

Misaka Mikoto's pupils shrank suddenly.

It's no wonder that she was making wild associations, Misaka Mikoto's imagination is not so rich yet.

The main reason is that she just saw an extremely shocking image from Hayasaka Ai not long ago, from which she determined part of the information about the evil dragon.

That evil dragon is extremely powerful and can easily manipulate the hurricane, even more than one! !

From the hurricane, to the later wind blade, and the name "wind dragon" mentioned after the battle with Pan Senzhi, it all shows that the dragon's ability is wind.

Aatrox also said that this dragon is a servant of the gods.

Fenglong is a member of Fengshen, so that's the most normal, right?

But the young man in the green cloak mentioned the phrase "The singer of the wind and the dragon turned into a legend".

This made Misaka Mikoto immediately think of Fengshen and Fenglong.

"I?"

The green-robed boy tilted his head slightly, and blinked his big innocent eyes.

"I'm Quanti... Wendy, the best bard in the world."

"Just call me Wendy. How about it? Are you shocked by the poems I sang?"

The first sentence of the green-robed boy was inexplicably interrupted, but he still smiled and said his name——Wendy.

Misaka Mikoto still stared at Wendy suspiciously.

"Since you are a bard, you should still sing a lot of poems and stories, right?"

Misaka Mikoto thought for a while and continued to ask.

"Then Wendy, can you sing a follow-up to the story just now? If not, can you replace it with other related stories?"

Among other things, even if the story sung by Wendy, a bard, is completely fictitious and has nothing to do with the wind dragon, then she will not lose.

At least, it is also a pleasure to hear an excellent bard sing an excellent story.

However, to Misaka Mikoto's surprise, Wendy neither agreed nor refused immediately.

Wendy scratched her cheek, then whispered again.

"The poet's story is not free, is it?"