Shirai brother of a certain science

Chapter 79
As the mother river of the United Kingdom, there have been many stories that have been passed down along the Thames River, such as the most famous St. George's dragon slaying.

It is said that there is a castle in Europe, and the daughter of the owner of the castle is very beautiful and kind.After the dragon learned about it, he threatened the castle to offer his daughter as a sacrifice to it. Just when the dragon was about to accept the sacrifice, St. George, the knight of God, suddenly appeared in the name of the Lord. Slay the dragon.

Later, the British King Lionheart personally led his troops and won a great victory in a battle near St. George's Dragon Slaying Site, which greatly shocked the British army's prestige.The Lionheart believed that St. George was protecting them, and St. George has since been regarded as the patron saint of England.

And St. George's reputation really began to spread in England, all thanks to a little-known troubadour.

His name is lost, but in an era when there were few entertainments, the troubadour almost ran through the banks of the Thames with songs praising St. George.

The song "Dragon Slaying Knight St. George" has become the most common dream of many people when they were young. They often fantasize that they are the knight in that song, holding the magic weapon bestowed by the Lord, and slaying the evil dragon that endangers the world.

Even now, some old people still hum the melody of that song when they are free.

The town of Leone is the birthplace of the song "Dragon Knight St. George". It is said that the troubadour drank it heroically after hearing a veteran tell the story of St. George in this town. A mug of beer overnight made this song.

In fact, the town didn't develop much because of that song, except that when the song was mentioned, the residents of the town would proudly say that the song was made in their town, there is no other reason. what effect.

Farmers still work at sunrise and rest at sunset. In their spare time, they sit by the Thames, smoke a cigarette, lament the cruelty of war, and cherish the memory of their friends who never came back after going to the battlefield. The days are like this day after day. past.

In the future, maybe it will continue like this.

And recently, many strangers have come to the town.

There are men and women, old and young, all of them have a dusty appearance.

There were even some people who were seriously injured, even life-threatening. When the only doctor in the town wanted to treat them, they were refused.

No matter who these people looked at, their eyes were full of distrust, even their friends around them.

They used to have a resounding title.

Hypocrites.

This also leads to their status on the magic side, second only to saints.

They don't need to practice every day, they don't need to draw cumbersome magic circles, and they don't need to learn ancient spells. Apart from doing tasks, they just eat, drink and have fun every day.

This makes those who have studied magic hard since childhood very unwilling.

Why?
I worked hard to practice magic, and finally mastered the most basic magic, but these guys have been able to do tasks with those powerful magicians.

When I begged my grandpa to tell my grandma, I condensed the fire element in my hand, but the fire element behaved like a grandson, begging for mercy beside him (the fire control stone).

So, when Academy City announced the so-called other identity of these false saints—the original stone, they broke out.

Except for a very small number of rough stones, most of the rough stones were forced to leave their own magic associations or forces, hide in the darkest corners, eat food that they usually don’t want to look at, and live in a house full of garbage and dust. The old house of feces, and at the same time beware of the pursuit of former colleagues.

Finally, one day, they all received the same leaflet, and someone told them that there was a spell that could not only transform their rough stone identities into magicians, but also their own abilities would not disappear.

Does such a spell really exist?
These rough stones are not known.

Because they have no way to get in touch with magic, and they have no way to use magic. If they learn magic rashly, they will explode and die. Therefore, after they joined the magic association, they never systematically learned magic.

But there is one thing they do know.

List of banned books.

This forbidden book, which claims to contain [-] magical books, is very popular with them. They believe that the list of forbidden books definitely records related magic.

So even if some people understand that coming this time is likely to be a moth to the flame, they are still willing to fight for their own future.

On a hillside near the town of Leone.

"Master Yan Gen, nearly forty rough stones have come to the town. Counting the other four places, we have basically gathered the rough stones in the entire UK."

Ralph said respectfully to the man sitting in the shade.

"Ah."

The man named Yangen hummed lightly and raised his head.

His age should not be very old, not much different from Shirai, wearing a decent tuxedo and a pair of white gloves on his hands, he looks like an elegant gentleman.

The only thing that doesn't match his clothes is the hideous dragon face on his face.

It was a mask made of an unknown material, which completely covered the upper half of his face, only revealing a mouth. His lips were very thin, and when he pursed them, it would make people feel proud.

And the pair of eyes behind the mask were narrow and sharp, with a sharp and compelling look in them.

In his arms lay a girl with silver hair. She seemed to be having a sweet dream, the corners of her mouth curled up in a beautiful arc, and she smacked her mouth from time to time.

She is the catalog of banned books that Puritanism has been looking for.

"In the early hours of this morning, we gathered all the rough stones, and it's time for them to have a look at Index."

"Yes."

night.

Today's weather is not bad. London, which is said to change every 4 hours, has not rained all day. The stars and crescent moon in the sky hang quietly above the night sky, watching the crowd below curiously.

Without whispering or whispering, nearly forty rough stones arrived at the venue early, quietly waiting for the arrival of the rumored person named Dragen.

As for the residents of the town, they have long been trapped in a dream under the intervention of a certain spiritual origin stone, no matter how loud the outside sounds are, they will not wake up.

Drag Gen didn't keep everyone waiting for a long time. Not long after, Drag Gen, wearing a tuxedo and holding a civilized stick, came to this slightly crude venue.

Curiosity, anger, hope, disdain. Nearly forty pairs of different eyes stared at him. It stands to reason that he should be under a lot of pressure, but he still looks calm and breezy.

"Hello everyone."

He didn't flatter or be arrogant, his tone was very flat, as if he met his good friend on the side of the road and said hello by the way.

"What's so good? You made us wait here for so long before you came, are you looking down on us?"

An old man who was blind in one eye touched his goatee with his hand, and said in a strange way.

Yan Gen took a look at him, then exerted strength with his right arm, and his strong muscles immediately tore the tuxedo, along with the white gloves on his hands.

Looking at it now, how could there be an ordinary hand under the glove?It was a ferocious purple dragon head. In the slightly opened mouth of the dragon head, lavender ambergris dripped on the ground, emitting a puff of white smoke and a hissing sound.

"Dragon bite!"

Everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and Yan Gen had already come to the old man who was blind in one eye, and the purple dragon head bit off half of the old man's body in one bite.

Immediately afterwards, there was that indifferent voice of Yan Gen.

"Sorry. I didn't expect a magician to get in."

(End of this chapter)