Dekan: Unmatched from Zero to One Hundred Kilometers per Hour
Dekan reached out and pressed the control stick of the Magic Airship, beginning to try to push it into the air.
This is the simplest operation.
But it's also the most effective method.
At least keep the Magic Airship airborne for now.
Dekan needs the Magic Airship to stay airborne for a while longer.
Even if it's just a few seconds, he has a chance to master the techniques of maneuvering the Magic Airship.
Most people probably wouldn't be able to master the Magic Airship so quickly.
But Dekan is different.
He has a unique understanding of both mechanics and Magic Engineering.
I just watched the driver operate the controls for quite a while.
Dekan also had some recollection of the commonly used operations.
Compared to the complex controls of an airplane, piloting Magic Airship feels more like driving a car.
The operation is somewhat similar to that of a manual transmission car.
After all, when driven by wind magic, there isn't much difference between being in the air and on the ground.
"Simple."
A confident smile curved Dekan's lips.
He felt he had mastered the skill.
They knew the way well.
Subsequently, after a brief experiment...
Dekan then mastered how to operate the Wind Magic Airship.
He gradually regained control of the Magic Airship and brought it to a stable position.
Now, it's unlikely that the passengers in the cabin will even notice that the pilot has been changed.
Dekan turned his head slightly, sparing a glance at the driver who was lying on the ground, completely drunk and unconscious.
"Sigh, am I here for a trip or to do volunteer work?"
Dekan sighed helplessly.
We can't count on that bastard.
Even if he sobers up, he shouldn't be allowed to drive again.
Dekan had no choice but to do some voluntary labor once.
What defines an outstanding citizen of the Norton Kingdom?
After defeating the robbers and rescuing the hostages, now they also have to help operate the airship.
Dekan believed that once he returned to the Royal Capital, the king would at least give him some recognition.
"Well, I don't know if the Resurrection Church has any other tricks up its sleeve. Anyway, getting to a safe place as soon as possible is the best strategy."
Dekan had a feeling that the Resurrection Church's plan was not as simple as it seemed.
Since his informant, Aurora, explicitly mentioned Tristin Magic Academy in the intelligence he received,
This suggests that the mission and goals of the Resurrection Church are likely still related to this college.
The kidnapping of Dekan is likely just one part of a larger plan.
However, in theory, the Resurrection Church shouldn't be able to cause much trouble under the sun.
The only thing Dekan was concerned about was that the Resurrection Church didn't uphold martial ethics and simply went all out, tearing the floor off.
Dekan has extensive experience in fighting opponents of higher ranks.
However, if the number of steps is too large, and there is no preparation, Dekan will still have a headache.
"Buzzing..."
Dekan picked up the broadcast device.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Happy Airlines T11557. To ensure you have a safe, thrilling, and exciting flight experience, please fasten your seatbelts and take care of any elderly passengers, children, or passengers who need assistance."
"Ladiesandgentlemen, welcomeaboardhappyairlines..."
Although the following paragraph was not very useful, out of professional courtesy, Dekan still read it aloud out of habit.
After speaking, Dekan cut off the broadcast and put down the microphone.
The moment he gripped the steering wheel again, his gaze became focused.
The movements of his hands were swift yet resolute.
Dekan's personal driving style has always been "from zero to one hundred kilometers, who dares to challenge me?"
Thus, the Magic Airship, under Dekan's control, began to accelerate at an unprecedented speed.
"Oops, the flight path is wrong."
Dekan suddenly realized that although he could now pilot the Magic Airship smoothly, a minor accident had caused it to veer completely off course due to the intoxicated pilot's control.
We need to adjust the driving direction first.
So, for normal people...
At this point, one would definitely choose to slow down and adjust direction.
But Dekan didn't.
He's going to drift.
Dekan's maneuver was fluid and seamless; the entire Wind Magic Airship began to drift laterally, drawing a miraculous arc in the air.
"Awoo..."
The driver, who had been so drunk he was slumped on the ground, was suddenly jolted awake.
"Hurry, hurry..."
He just wanted Dekan to stop this outrageous behavior as soon as possible.
Even though he was drunk and had no right to command Dekan who was trying to save him, he was still in a drunken state.
But he knew that's not how you fly Magic Airship!
"What? Not fast enough?!"
Dekan gripped the lever, shifted directly into the highest gear, and then floored the accelerator.
This moment.
The driver felt himself become light.
It took flight.
Then, inside the cockpit, he was slammed against the wall like a marble.
As the Dekan accelerated and drifted, the chaotic cabin suddenly quieted down considerably.
Then came even more chaotic screams.
Many passengers were forcibly brought back to their senses.
They felt like their hearts were about to jump out of their chests!
Mie gripped the seatbelt tightly; although her expression appeared calm, the veins near her temples were throbbing slightly.
Clearly, she was also finding it hard to keep up with Dekan's rapid acceleration.
And Alice was beside her.
Even though Mie had fastened Alice's seatbelt early on, Alice was still feeling dizzy from Dekan's actions.
"Mie, save me..."
She reached out repeatedly, trying to grab Mie's hand, but found that she couldn't find the right direction at all.
"Waaah... Put me down! I'll never ride Magic Airship again!"
Alice cried out helplessly.
Dekan thought about it and felt that the passengers should now be more aware of safety.
Those who needed to be clear-headed have been clear-headed.
It's time to give them some time to sit still and fasten their seatbelts.
That way he can accelerate without worry.
So Dekan pulled the control lever to slow down and picked up the microphone again.
"Buzzing."
"Passengers, please note that you will have one minute to fasten your seatbelts. We will then be heading at full speed to the magical city of Tristin. Thank you for your cooperation."
Dekan's friendly voice once again reached the cabin.
He kept driving slowly while tapping the steering wheel lightly.
Wait a minute, the real speed and passion are about to begin.
At that time.
He will never slow down again until he reaches the finish line.
"Hmm!"
The driver, clutching his head, struggled to crawl closer to Dekan on the ground.
Dekan's actions forced him to a much more clear-headed state.
"You, you can't drive like that anymore!"
The driver strongly condemned Dekan's driving style.
What are you talking about?
Dekan looked back at the driver with a puzzled expression.
Then, Dekan stopped paying attention to the driver and turned his head back to look at the empty road ahead.
"Even though you were driving the whole way, you were so drunk and somewhat delirious that you were fantasizing about students helping you drive the boat."
Dekan muttered to himself.