Star Forge Titan

Although they planned to forge their identities, they knew that it would be difficult to conceal the fact that they were outsiders. Instead of spending too much time and effort to cover it up, it would be better to guide the other party's thoughts in other directions.

Therefore, before coming to Lutetia, the two of them deliberately changed their accents in daily conversation. Ivan switched to the Genoese Confederation's way of speaking with a rolled tongue sound at the end, while Khayon used the southern Linde style that did not distinguish between flat and rolled tongue.

The little boy's eyes lit up when he heard what Alvin said.

"Salter Park? Do you two want to go watch underground car racing? Oh, I know that place like no other!"

He excitedly did a short tap dance on the spot, obviously intending to use this comical performance to dilute his previous overly fierce side.

"Call a cab and we'll go there." Irving handed him three small silver coins.

"You can discuss the fare with the coachman, and the extra amount will be considered a tip."

The little boy took the silver coin with a smile on his face, then bowed and said:

"Little Albert is at your service."

After saying this, he quickly ran to the street and bargained with the cab driver waiting there.

"Is this kid okay?" Ka Yang's face remained smiling, but his voice was slightly cold.

"It doesn't matter. There are at least 8,000 little beggars like this in the downtown area. Most of the older ones go to work as child laborers in factories. That kind of life is not what a human being should live." When he said the last part, Alvin's voice was a little low.

"Oh no, are you being too compassionate again? Put away your sympathy that is almost overflowing. A tenacious child like that doesn't need such cheap things." As if remembering something, Khayang's tone was strangely nostalgic.

"This is not sympathy." Ivan shook his head.

"It's just self-satisfaction at best."

"I really want to sympathize with them..." The black-haired boy smiled and looked at Lutetia, a city where prosperity and chaos coexisted, with an eye that appreciated a beautiful painting.

"I should conquer the entire Linde within ten years and then change the world with my ideas."

"..." Kayang's expression froze, and he slowly turned his head and looked at Ivan as if he were a madman.

As a result, he was not surprised to see that there was no trace of joking on the other person's face.

"You are definitely the biggest egomaniac in the world." The young wizard looked up at the sky speechlessly.

"Who knows?" Ivan said in a light tone.

At this moment, Albert, who had agreed on a price with the driver, came trotting back, followed by a hired carriage.

"Gentlemen, please get in the car. I've looked carefully. It's a gentle mare and will definitely run steadily." The little boy Albert carefully opened the car door for the two of them and introduced it carefully.

"Thank you." Alvin nodded at him and got into the carriage under the latter's surprised expression.

"Boy, good job." Ka Yang also smiled at Albert, but the child shuddered subconsciously.

Afterwards, the little boy sat next to the driver with a strange look on his face, signaling him that they could set off.

"What's wrong? Little Albert, why do you look so strange?" The driver probably knew this little guy who often looked for work outside the Gate of Heaven.

“Well, that is to say,” Albert lowered his voice; “did you ever see a gentleman who could say thank you?”

The coachman's eyes widened and he almost burst out laughing, but he suppressed his laughter and winked at the little boy.

“Have you ever seen a dog that doesn’t eat meat?”

"...No." Albert muttered to himself, his face, which was rounder than that of an ordinary beggar.

Inside the carriage, the necromancer couldn't help but ask as he watched the scenery passing by outside the window.

"what are you planning to do?"

"Can you drive?" Ivan did not answer Ka Yang directly, but asked him:

"No." Khayon shook his head.

"I'm not very good at driving those magic cars available on the market in Linde at this time." Alvin carefully considered his words and did not lie.

"So, if we want to win the Lutetia Youth Magic Car Competition, we still need a sufficiently good driver."

"Because of this, you plan to go to a place called Salt Park to look for an underground racer?" Ka Yang raised his eyebrows and began to understand the other party's thinking.

"Yes." Alvin nodded, with an expression of reminiscing about the past.

"After all, that's the territory of the Salt Witch."

Chapter 24: Racing Witch

Salt Park.

The park's name comes from Lake Sarthe, a lake located near Lutetia.

Originally, this was a horse-breeding area with abundant grass and water. Later, a large racecourse was built here to test the various attributes of military horses.

After the Magic Revolution, military horses began to be replaced by magical vehicles. Although Linde still retains its cavalry, several large horse farms have been gradually closed down. As a result, the vast Salt Racecourse was converted into a spacious outdoor park.

Due to the beautiful scenery here, the Lutetia Council, at the strong suggestion of the noble council, invested heavily in building a carriageway connecting the city around the tranquil Lake Sarthe. The road was of excellent construction quality, and the road surface was wide enough to accommodate four carriages abreast, and a similar number of magic carriages.

During the day, you can often see many young nobles and men and women who have no worries about food and clothing and are idle, traveling together. They ride horses or sit in gorgeous carriages, slowly traveling around the beautiful Lake Sarthe, while talking about love and discussing the philosophy of life.

However, at night, Lake Salt is occupied by another more energetic group of young people.

They are noisy, they are enthusiastic, and they pursue speed, the intense sensory stimulation that humans are born to desire.

In primitive times, humans ran to chase prey. Blood flowed in the pipes, muscles contracted and relaxed, powerful feet stepped on the soft or hard ground, and songs like the breeze echoed in their ears.

Later, humans began to control other creatures. The blood still flowed in the pipes, but the horses' hooves rose and fell in turn, replacing the feet, beating the ground like drumsticks, playing a song of speed and wind.

Today, humans sit in metal-wrapped shells, and what flows in the pipes is no longer blood, but powerful magic that emits dazzling light. The power like electricity and fire drives the once cold but now extremely hot steel, tearing through the strong wind and bursting out the unparalleled power of knowledge!

In the dark night, in areas beyond the jurisdiction of the law, humans are using brand-new technologies to engage in the fastest confrontation in history!

"Hoohoohoo."

Along with her rapid breathing, beads of sweat kept sliding down Duchess Catherine Carolingian's forehead.

But the noble girl with blonde hair didn't bother to wipe the sweat off her face, because she was concentrating on holding the steering wheel in front of her with both hands.

The magic car, this unique vehicle originally originated from the Alchemist Guild and has a development history of more than ten years.

In other countries and regions, magic vehicles are still used only within the Alchemist Guild. These "grandfathers" resemble horse-drawn carriages and are primarily used to transport expedited mail and parcels or as "models" at alchemical exhibitions. Their magic engines are also primitive, requiring the use of steam engines to convert magic power into mechanical force, indirectly driving the wheels.

That old magic engine is more like a steam engine heated by magic than an engine, so it is also called a magic steam engine.

However, the magic cars in the Linde region had developed into something completely different. Not only did their shapes become bizarre, but their internal driving mechanisms had also undergone a complete transformation.

The next-generation magic engine powered by pure magic can allow vehicles to use special magic materials as fuel directly without adding pure water as a medium, and can also directly drive the vehicle into a high-speed driving state.

At this time, Duchess Catherine Carolingian was driving such a magic car.

Taking into account the special nature of the magic engine, Lind's current mainstream magic car needs to be equipped with at least two drivers, one of whom sits in the driver's seat to control the vehicle, and the other sits in the passenger seat to control and stabilize the operation of the magic engine.

The former requires extremely fast reaction speed and superb driving ability, while the latter requires abundant magic reserves and superb magic control skills.

Only when both sides cooperate well can they achieve the final victory in the competition.

Catherine was driving a new magic car with a streamlined shell. The whole car was a beautiful royal blue, which was also the favorite color of Her Royal Highness the Duchess.

Because its appearance imitates that of a dolphin and its steering ability is extremely good, as if it can complete 10,000 changes of direction in an instant, it is nicknamed the "Sea Elf of Ten Thousand Movements" in the underground racing circle of Salt Park, or simply the Sea Spirit.

"Your Highness! No more acceleration! The engine's operating power is almost beyond my control." A pale young noble in the passenger seat couldn't help but say.

This noble young man with the title of Viscount has already become a second-level transcendent at a young age. Even in the Linde Palace, which is full of talented people, he is considered a promising young man.

At this moment, he was holding a special magic wand fixed on the dashboard in front of him. The magic power in his body was rapidly consumed, but he still tried his best to maintain the smooth operation of the magic engine.

Riding in a carriage with a beautiful woman sounded wonderful, but the Viscount now regretted it deeply. Initially, when Her Majesty Catherine invited him to the Parc de la Sarthe, he was thrilled and even wanted to break into song. At the time, the Viscount considered himself incredibly lucky to have been chosen, as the Parc de la Sarthe was a sacred place for young aristocrats to discuss romance.

Who would have thought that what the other party was attracted to was not him as a person, but the abundant magic power in his body as a second-level magician!

At this moment, the feeling of having his magic power madly squeezed out by the high-power magic engine made him feel as if his soul was about to be sucked out!

Although the magic engine uses magic materials as fuel and produces a large amount of magic to maintain its own operation, due to the special nature of manipulating magic, controlling the engine speed and maintaining its smooth operation still requires the user to consume his own magic.

Moreover, the higher the power of the magic engine, the higher the magic level required of the controller. However, the specific consumption ratio also depends on the user's ability to control magic.

At the same time, the same conversation took place in another magic car.

Today's race wasn't a large-scale event involving more than a dozen cars, but rather a duel challenge between two magic cars. It was more severe and dangerous than a multi-car race, hence the name "Bullfight."

The challenger is a blonde beauty who has recently emerged in the underground racing circle. She has quite good driving skills, and the key is that the performance of the vehicle she uses far exceeds that of other drivers.

The power of the 'Sea Spirit' even exceeds that of the most advanced magic vehicles on the market, making people wonder if it is an experimental vehicle that was just stolen from the Magic Research Institute.

But what really attracted everyone to watch the game was the person she challenged.

"Big sister, I'm almost out of breath. Continuously changing gears and turning is too exhausting."

Because of the strong recoil caused by the near exhaustion of magic power, the wizard apprentice wearing windproof glasses covered his mouth and puffed up his face, looking like he was about to vomit.

The magical vehicle he rode in was unremarkable. While its silver exterior might have been eye-catching, it was actually just a natural, unpainted metal. The crude body wasn't even fully enclosed; even the magical engine, cobbled together from discarded parts, was exposed to the elements due to its unsheathed rear frame.

But it was this car that always stood firmly in front of the 'Sea Spirit', perfectly blocking all overtaking routes of the opponent throughout the whole process.

"Speed ​​up and get rid of her." An indifferent voice came from the driver's seat. The speaker was a young girl with pretty black short hair.

Although her hair is black, she can vaguely see a little bit of silver at the roots.

The girl was like a doll, with no expression on her face, but her beautiful red eyes were always staring straight ahead. Her whole body looked as if carved out of ice, full of cold and hard lines.

"Ahhh, I must resign after this competition!!!" The mage apprentice let out a mournful wail, accompanied by the roar of the engine running at full power.

The silver magic car's four wheels raised smoke produced by high-speed friction, and the entire car twisted left and right and burst out at an extremely high speed to rush towards the finish line.

In the end, the two cars crossed the finish line one after the other.

Seeing this, the referee who was paying close attention waved the black and white checkered flag vigorously and shouted the winner's name loudly.

"The winner is the Salt Witch—Diana!"

Chapter 25: The Genoese

Ta-ta-ta, accompanied by the crisp sound of horse hooves.

The black horse-drawn carriage passed through the lower town and went straight to Salt Park in the suburbs of Lutetia.

Unlike the beautiful and peaceful daytime, the night at Lake Salt is as hot as a flame. People of all kinds gather around the lit bonfires, constantly exchanging information.

The crisp sound of large and small écu dropping into bags was endless. Naturally, all sorts of illegal gambling games accompanied the underground racing. The huge stakes, measured in thousands of gold écu per second, were enough to call out even the Imperial Tax Department. Unfortunately, both those involved in the gambling and those who set it up often had very strong connections.

After all, the magic car underground racing is not something that ordinary people can easily participate in.

"Someone wants to challenge the witch today!"

"Really? Come to think of it, it's been a month since anyone has challenged me..."

"It's not surprising. Given that person's fame, Lutetia's gambling houses are usually only willing to offer ultra-low odds of 1:1.1. But today seems to be different."

"Oh, after all, it was the blond who challenged me this time."

"blond?"

"That's the blonde with the suspiciously nice car."

"Ohhh, it's that blonde! That's something to look forward to indeed!"

Listening to the conversation around him, Alvin seemed very calm because he had already guessed the result of the game in advance.

"Hmph, Sister Diana will definitely win!" Albert, who was sitting outside next to the coachman, puffed up his cheeks like a pufferfish and whispered in dissatisfaction.

"Huh?" Inside the carriage, Alvin, whose hearing was enhanced to an excellent level, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the little guide he just picked up actually knew the target.

That's right, he came to Salt Park today just for the underground racing driver named Diana Marilyn.

"Guest, we've arrived." The driver knocked on the carriage from outside and whispered:

"Huh? We've arrived so soon?" Ka Yang immediately opened his eyes, wiped his saliva, and asked in surprise:

"Yeah, of course someone feels fast after a good sleep." Ivan twitched his lips and resisted the urge to slap him.

Before, Khayon had simply fallen asleep the moment he got in the cab. But this squinty-eyed bastard snored so loudly that Alvin wanted to smother him with his socks. He didn't know how he could sleep so soundly in the bumpy cab.

The two men got off the carriage and quickly felt the atmosphere around them boiling like a raging fire.

"Who is the witch they are talking about? The extraordinary person from Linde?" Ka Yang asked in confusion.

"On the contrary, he was just an ordinary person." Alvin smiled slightly and said with a hint of nostalgia.

"But Sister Diana is the strongest driver here!" Little Albert, who was leading the way, immediately added and emphasized.

"You also know Diana? Diana Marilyn? The witch at Salt Park?" Ivan asked deliberately: