Chapter 264: The Brat No One Dares to Provoke (1/2)

Chapter 264: The Brat No One Dares to Provoke

Naimi was so excited by the idea of taking Vege-Fritter out for a spin that he had forgotten that the test drive would take up a considerable amount of time and not fulfill his stomach along the way. But luckily for them they were inside the mountains, so it was possible to find wild fruits and small herbivores, not to mention that this was a remote planet that only got crowded during the races that occurred once every four years. It was why an abundant amount of resources and species could be maintained to this day.

Cillin and Naimi got off a valley to search for food. There was a simple multi stage heater on the car that could heat up the food they gathered. Since no one had brought any seasoning with them, they had no choice but to search for spices or raw seasonings that could stimulate the sense of taste and make it easier to swallow.

There was a rule that fires weren’t allowed to be started at places with rich flora. Not only that, it was illegal to create big fires using heating equipment such as electrical heaters, microwaves, laser equipment and so on. Anyone who got caught would be penalized accordingly or even disqualified in the case of a serious offense.

Cillin and Naimi weren’t planning on making a feast. It was fine as long as the food was swallowable.

“Someone’s coming. Three cars, seven people.” Vege-Fritter suddenly spoke up before displaying a hologram that showed their approximate distance.

“They must’ve found us. They’re obviously heading towards us.” Naimi said while stuffing meat into his mouth.

Cillin hadn’t told Vege-Fritter to hide itself, so their discovery hadn’t come as a surprise. None of the three flying cars that came after them possessed racing team logos that he recognized, so they were likely to be privately owned vehicles. They looked fearsome — a flamboyant exterior with adorned with sharp, wavy patterns — but they were not suitable for racing. Cillin could see that they were custom made vehicles, and that they had just been made recently. They were probably the new transports of some young nobles.

As the cars came closer and closer, an arrogant voice blasted from the external speaker of the roof of the leading black car.

“Haha, are my eyes deceiving me? Or is a young master of the Sizer Family actually driving a relic from the past?”

Naimi felt nauseous the second he heard this voice. He spat out the meat inside his mouth, and Vege-Fritter very kindly held a nail-sized, wave focusing microphone right in front of him.

“Pah! Can you feel that saliva on your face? Do you think that your taste will grow better just because you’re driving a car that only you think is flashy? An amateur who doesn’t even know where an energy coupling device is installed inside a car will remain an amateur even if they’re driving the best flying car out there in the whole empire! You’re a slowpoke who drives like a freaking turtle and you think you have the right to question my preference!?”

The three cars stopped about twenty centimeters above ground before the passengers inside jumped off and landed safely on their feet. They were about as typical as a young noble could be, from garments that looked so flashy it was almost as if they were afraid that someone might fail to recognize them, to expressions of arrogance and disdain so frequently worn that they became more habitual than intentional.

“Did you twist your neck, Brielles? Why’re you holding your chin like that?” Naimi called out the leading nobles’ peculiar gesture snappily.

The way Brielle held his chin high and faced other people with his nose reminded Cillin of Pride from GAL.

Brielles put Cillin out of his mind after glancing at him and confirming that he didn’t recognize him one bit. Brielles remembered every noble descendant of the upper class roughly, but Cillin was clearly not in his list, so he thought that he was a flatterer of Naimi’s just like the ones behind him.

Brielles looked at Vege-Fritter again before letting out a disdainful snort, “Your taste really is something, Naimi. To think that you would bring out a literal relic like this back to life and parade it across the streets. I would be ashamed for you were I a member of the Sizer Family.”

“We would definitely be ashamed if someone like you actually turned up in the family!” Naimi sat on Vege-Fritter’s rim and stared right back at Brielles with equal disdain.

“Are you sure you have the right to say that? The Sizer Family is famous for their flying cars, right? So why aren’t you racing in the Winds of Freedom? What’s the point of showing off in minor races and nowhere else?!”

“And who says I’m not? Is something wrong with your eyes?”

“You’re actually participating in this race?” Brielles was very surprised. He was just saying it to kick Naimi’s edge down a notch; it was rare for anyone among the nobility to actually participate in a large-scale, high risk race like this without fear of consequences. Did the Sizer Family seriously gave permission to Naimi to participate in a race like this? Weren’t they afraid that it would turn out to be a one-way trip?

“Show off your pettiness at different place, Brielles, do you think everyone’s as cowardly as you are? Tsk. What’s with that glare? Not everyone’s a limp dick just because you’re one!”

Brielles didn’t actually look too angry despite Naimi’s scathing remark. He asked, “Your father actually agreed to this?”

“Of course he did!” Naimi said proudly.

Brielles rubbed his chin and looked around before pointing at Vege-Fritter. “And you’re going into the race using this thing?”

Naimi gave Vege-Fritter a pat. “Exactly!”

“Hahahaha…”

Brielles and his followers laughed so hard that they nearly ran out of breath, but Cillin barely showed any reaction to their ridiculing laughter. There often was no better counterattack than the truth itself. They would learn soon enough just how wrong they were once the race had run its course.

A moment of silence later, Brielles said, “Hey Naimi, do you want to make a bet?”

“What kind of bet?” Naimi asked.

“Fifty million MB. You’re racing, aren’t you? If you manage to get into top five, then this money is all yours.”

“Ceh, is that all? Do I look like that poor to you?” Naimi kept up a tough appearance, but the fact was he really didn’t have fifty million MB in his pockets, not to mention that it was enough money to build a second Vege-Fritter already. So he was tempted, of course. An extra fifty million MB in the pockets meant that he could modify Vege-Fritter further, upgrade most of its parts and enhance it in every department.

“Yes, or no. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Alright, let’s do this then! Do you think I’m scared of you?!”