Chapter 88: Give It More Effort, Louis!

Chapter 88: Give It More Effort, Louis!

Amidst the flash, Louis smiled slightly and touched the angel on the car’s hood, saying, “How much does this car cost? After this deal is done, I’ll get myself one too.”

[B. Change the subject: Strength +1]

The driver next to him opened his mouth wide upon hearing this.

What did he mean, after this deal is done, he’ll get one? Did he just come here to scam money?

The driver’s face immediately darkened, but with his strong professional ethics, he didn’t say anything. He just took out a handkerchief and wiped the spot on the hood where Louis had just touched.

On the other side, Miss Kate’s expression also turned interesting after hearing Louis’s words.

‘Louis, you big fool! Helen has to step in! Watch Helen show off her skills!’ Helen pulled out her wand, only to find that it had turned into a lollipop.

She licked it.

So sweet.

Watching these two clowns, big and small, messing around, the usually very ladylike Miss Kate almost rolled her eyes on the spot.

But she was very well-mannered. Although she couldn’t help rubbing her forehead in the end, her voice remained gentle and soft.

“Get in the car, Mr. Louis, Miss Helen.”

[C. ‘Get in the car, Mr. Conan, Miss Gray/Conan, Miss Haibara?’: Experience +50]

After speaking, Kate didn’t pay any more attention to the two and directly got into the car, sitting in the front seat.

The driver, who had remained silent all along, secretly rolled his eyes as well. He didn’t come over to open the door for them and just kept wiping the car.

As it turned out, Louis didn’t mind at all. He very gentlemanly opened the car door, helped the girl in, and then got in himself. He then looked around with a smile at the luxurious decorations inside—pretty good.

Kate glared at the driver with annoyance. The driver smiled and didn’t mind too much. He had been with his master for twenty years and had practically watched the young lady grow up. She wouldn’t really get angry with him over such a small matter.

But, did something just enter that kid’s shadow (Stuart)? Was he seeing things?

Shaking his head, the driver put away the cloth.

The paparazzi on the other side couldn’t help but feel greatly disappointed when they saw this scene.

It seemed they were just charlatans invited by the Crowley Family. The police no longer paid attention to Louis and the others—they glanced at the reporters over there and went to negotiate.

At this moment, the driver walked to the driver’s side door, pulled something from under the seat, and took out a big handle-like object. He then went to the front of the car, inserted it, and cranked it a few times.

After these operations, the police all mounted their horses, and the driver got into the driver’s seat and closed the door. Then the guy took out a small handle-like car key with double R’s from his waist, opened the central control compartment, pulled out several levers, twisted them around, and then shook the handle under the steering wheel before finally starting the car.

Louis, who had been eyeing the luxurious decorations inside the car with gleaming eyes, was shocked when he saw the driver’s tiger-like operations.

Louis: ‘What kind of crappy car is this? Why is it more complicated than a tractor?’

Driver: ‘Hmph, bumpkin.’

Helen: ‘The lollipop is so sweet.’

“Jim. Don’t drive too fast later.” Kate glanced at the stunned Louis and the clueless Miss Helen in the rearview mirror and couldn’t help but remind him: “You scared the few Mage adults yesterday.”

Hearing this, Louis got excited—Wow, can this crappy car even go fast?

“Don’t worry, Miss. Although I am a racer, I rarely race anymore.”

Saying this, the driver put on his gloves, curled his lips into a slight smile, glanced at the rearview mirror, and then stepped on the gas. The car let out a few sputters and started moving.

Hearing these sputters, Louis’s eyes couldn’t help but light up.

To be fair, the sound was quite cool, and the car didn’t shake at all inside. He couldn’t help but look enthusiastically at a few old men being passed by outside the window and slowly began to look forward to the ride.

Not long after, a few bicycles passed the old men and then passed the car.

Seeing that he was overtaken by bicycles, the driver seemed a bit annoyed and started racing with those old men on bicycles. After a while, the few bicycles were finally gradually overtaken by the car. The driver couldn’t help but secretly let out a sigh of relief, then glanced smugly at the stunned Louis in the rearview mirror.

“Drive slower, Jim. Don’t scare the guests.” Kate complained.

The driver gave a wicked smile and increased the gas. He overtook a few more girls riding bicycles and followed behind the police’s trotting horses.

This time, Louis finally understood what was going on. He couldn’t help but stick his head out of the window, glanced at the train station not far behind, and was a bit dumbfounded—he saw the road sign—6 mile/h.

Kate: “Jim!”

Driver: “Not speeding, not speeding, Miss.”

Kate: “Mr. Louis, pull your head back in, it’s too dangerous.”

Louis rubbed his face hard and sat back in the car.

You call this racing?

Are you racing with old men?

Such a great road, with no other cars, you drive!

You step on the gas!

Can you be happy like this?

Can this bring happiness?

Look, Miss Kate isn’t happy.

She complained: “Too fast.”

Helen wasn’t happy either; she didn’t even feel like licking her lollipop anymore.

[What’s this? Not exciting at all, not even as fun as my broomstick.]

Look, just look.

At this moment, Louis felt a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

He had Stuart ask the Magic Mirror—See, this car can clearly go 180!

Let’s not overtake too much, just 60 for now.

With that thought, Louis, sitting behind Miss Kate, rolled up his sleeves, extended two fingers, and started flexibly moving them.

In the blink of an eye, the vintage car made a series of sputtering sounds. Kate and Miss Helen’s bodies suddenly tensed up in their seats.

Even the driver suddenly raised his butt off the seat.

The scenery outside the window flew past rapidly. The police on horses were overtaken in an instant. They chased from behind, waving their whips and blowing whistles fiercely.

Louis chuckled and sped up his fingers.

The car suddenly accelerated to 120. The driver was dumbfounded, his face pale as he gripped the steering wheel tightly and slammed on the brakes. But the car went faster and faster, scaring the driver so much he shrank in his seat and wet the seat.

Miss Kate’s face also turned pale instantly as she pressed herself tightly against the seat.

However, Helen became excited. In the fierce wind outside the window, her eyes shone brightly. While licking her lollipop, she excitedly grabbed Louis’s arm and whispered:

“Give it more effort, Louis!”

Clearly, this was much more fun than a witch’s little broomstick.

Louis glanced at the rearview mirror, looked at the pale and flushed Miss Kate in front of him, and smiled.

You see, this way, the young ladies are happy, right?

“Give it more effort, Louis!” Helen excitedly shook back and forth, tightly grabbing Louis’s leg, urging him again.

Amid Helen’s urging, Louis suddenly put in more effort. Under that fierce Mana, the vintage car sped away with a rhythmic series of sputtering sounds!

Suddenly, under this accelerating sprint, Miss Kate and Miss Helen’s faces flushed red, their whole bodies tightened, and even their toes inside their high heels curled up!

And under that fierce Mana, a fire hydrant on the side of the road suddenly burst with a bang and sprayed water!

[A. Show two fingers—Mana +1]

In the blink of an eye, the group of people on horses behind were left far out of sight.

A moment later, the vintage car had already driven out of the city. Amid the howling wind at the car window, a handkerchief was blown out from the front window, flew into the back window, and landed on Louis’s face.

[Miss Kate’s Handkerchief 1]

Holding that handkerchief, Louis chuckled.

Who said I missed picking one?

Who said I didn’t choose them all?

How exactly to use this handkerchief, we’ll see later.