Chapter 180 - Bike VS Carriage

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Between the bike, Amy’s chuckle, and the black-and-red robe, they were truly an eye-catching sight.

“What’s that? Magic?”

“Maybe. It runs with only two wheels, and is so fast!”

“Isn’t that Mag and his daughter?”

Some people saw them, and started talking about the bike.

“Father, look! There is a two-wheeled vehicle running by itself!” a little boy said to a man who was buying breakfast on the street.

“Oh, really? Here, your favorite green onion bing,” the man said, clearly not taking it seriously. He touched the boy’s head with a smile and handed him the hot bing. When he turned to look, he froze. He blinked and looked again.

“What is that?” the man said, baffled.

“It’s so cool, Father. It’s even faster than our carriage,” the boy said with an envious look in his eyes.

The man gave a snort of contempt. “I don’t think so. Huang, overtake that strange vehicle!” he said to a lean old man, and got into the carriage with his son.

“Yes, sir,” answered the coachman. He cracked his whip, and the two horses leapt forward right away. People on the street hurriedly moved aside.

Ugly Duckling tumbled in the basket. Every time it tried to get up, the jolting sent it back down. Finally, it gave up helplessly.

“The bike is so much fun!” Amy waved her arms delightedly. She had never ridden a carriage or a horse before. The speed gave her a rush, making her feel very excited.

Mag smiled. The bike made by the system was very user-friendly; even he could ride it without breaking a sweat. Of course, the roujiamo and Yangzhou fried rice he had been eating were also helping.

The Aden Square was paved with 40-centimeter-long and 20-centimeter-wide green stones, laid by some of the greatest dwarven masons.

The stones were being maintained every day, so the square actually wasn’t bumpy at all, and the shock absorbers were absorbing a large part of the impact.

“Father, they’re watching us.”

“They must envy me for having such a cute daughter.”

“No. They envy me for having such a nice father!” Amy threw her arms around Mag, giggling.

“We’ve caught up with you!” the boy said elatedly, sticking his head out of the carriage window, eating his green onion bing.

“That two-wheeled thing is no match for this carriage here. I can overtake them in no time,” the coachman said proudly and confidently.

The man in the carriage also smiled, feeling really good showing off in front of his son.

Then the coachman noticed the clothes on Mag and Amy. That’s a strange robe, but she must be a genius if she’s already a magic caster at such a young age. Maybe I should apologize for my offensive remarks earlier.

Amy took a look at the bing in the boy’s hand, swallowed, and turned to her father. “Father, they think they’re faster than us.”

Mag turned to look at the coachman, who was still smiling gloatingly. That had really stimulated his competitive spirit. “Then we should let them see what this bike can do.”

They have made a mistake provoking me and my semi-pro race bike. It seems this race is inevitable. “Hey, old man, I’ll race you to the gate of the Chaos School. Good luck catching up.”

“Way to go, Father!” Amy clapped her hands. Then she turned to the old man. “We’ll win easily.”

“I’ve been driving for 40 years. There’s no way I’ll lose to you!” the old man said angrily.

His master was a middle-rank official serving the lord of Chaos City. He had managed to procure several young Vic horses, which were quite scarce. They were mild and strong, and one of the best horses to draw a carriage. Goblins used them to freight ores. They were really very fast.

“Such an interesting man,” Dicus said, not unkindly.

He had had to pull a few strings when he bought the Vic horses. One of them had even won a race against his friend’s racehorse.

He was a little intrigued, wondering whether that thing was truly as fast as Mag had claimed.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Mag donned his serious face. He shifted gears and pedaled harder. The bike was taking the lead again, and its speed was increasing fast. It was flying like a wind. Thus, it was a hundred meters away from the carriage in no time.

That’s… impossible! Huang gaped incredulously as the bike started to disappear in his sight.

“Come on, we’re losing them!” the boy called out. He slapped the carriage anxiously.

Dicus couldn’t hide the surprise in his eyes. “We have already lost,” he said, stroking the boy’s head. He smiled as the bike disappeared around the corner. “Huang, let’s go to the Chaos School.”