Chapter 357

Chapter 357

The magic crafting team finally succeeded in removing the large wings used to control the flight direction on the magic broom, which was meticulously crafted by goblins and dwarves.

They also added beast stones as fuel, making this flying broom usable by anyone, not just practitioners, without requiring mana or battle aura. As long as one isn't afraid of falling from a great height and breaking their neck, anyone can fly it into the sky!

Much like a space ring.

For Lorant, the only drawback of this magical tool now is that the cost of the flying broom seems a bit too high, making it hard to widely popularize this activity soon.

Compared to football, it's not even close.

But Lorant doesn't care. His main reason for creating the Golden Wing Chase was to play it himself. Like the earliest football, these games primarily satisfy his own needs, and then see if they can catch on and make some money.

If he really wanted to make money, he could have brainstormed more on things like glass and scented creams.

For example, some time ago, the Slime created a very smooth, shimmering fabric made from Slime fur and beast hair. This fabric has become quite popular.

It's now one of the hottest fabrics in Holland this year.

So Lorant thinks his idea isn't just showing off, but just a very simple and pure thought.

But if others heard him say making money is just a bonus, they'd probably be pretty mad.

What others dream of, Lorant can achieve with ease, often making him seem detached, as if he's above worldly desires.

After Lancelot carefully tested the performance of the flying broom several times, Lorant finally rode his own flying broom for the first time in his life!

When he stood beside the broom, extended his hand, and shouted "Broom, come!", his inner chuunibyou soul burned with a blazing flame of excitement!

Thanks to the mages' tweaks, the flying broom now offers a much better ride. When Lorant sits on it, it feels really comfy, not at all like riding a broom.

He tightly gripped the broom's handle, looked up at the azure sky, and with a strong push from the ground, the broom immediately lifted him into the air.

"Oh!" Lorant couldn't help but exclaim softly.

The cold wind from his quick rise rushed into his mouth. Accustomed to the comfortable and considerate wind shield of the Windbreaking Horse, Lorant was momentarily blinded by the wind.

Once he got used to flying, Lorant quickly got braver.

Like a curious kid, he kept changing directions by twisting the broom's handle.

Lorant didn't know or care about the spells and magical materials in the flying broom, but he felt it was all worth it!

Because the broom seemed to have a mind of its own, able to freely fly up and down in the air according to Lorant's will.

Lorant would press the broom handle down for a steep dive, stopping dangerously close, just two or three meters above the ground, then shoot straight up into the sky as if wanting to pierce the clouds, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Lancelot, meanwhile, looked a bit clumsy.

The knight's physical fitness was naturally much stronger than the fragile shopkeeper's, with faster reflexes and overall better physical attributes, but he seemed incompatible with the flying broom, feeling awkward no matter how he sat on it.

Accustomed to wings, the knight felt like riding a broom was akin to someone used to walking on two legs suddenly stepping onto a unicycle. Not only could he not perform the same maneuvers as Lorant right away, but just maintaining stable flight in the air already exhausted all his energy.

At that moment, countless Wingless Flywheels and Blood-eyed Crows flew up.

They bypassed Lancelot, who was hovering in mid-air, and headed straight for Lorant above.

Lancelot looked up and saw a black cloud completely enveloping Lorant.

The knight silently shook his head. Lorant's level of affinity with magical creatures was so extraordinary that it didn't even evoke envy in others, let alone jealousy.

After playing with these curious little ones for a while, Lorant heartlessly shooed them away: "Alright, alright, stop messing around, I can't keep hold of the broomstick anymore!"

Once the magical creatures had dispersed, Lorant kept Little Gold with him to practice his flying skills.

"If you can avoid being caught by me within an hour, I'll give you an extra piece of jerky tonight!" Lorant made an enticing promise to Little Gold: "The range is the entire beast pet shop, no entering the houses, and no hiding in the trees, got it?"

The excited Wingless Flywheel 'whooshed' up and down a few times, swaying to show it understood.

Jerky! It absolutely loved jerky!

As soon as Lorant nodded, the little one immediately vanished from his sight as if it had teleported away.

Lorant hovered for a moment to let the little one fly further away, then turned his broomstick and flew over to Lancelot and Silem, who were also adjusting to their broomsticks below, and said: "I've already hidden Little Gold! Starting now, whoever catches Little Gold first will be today's champion."

"The losers have to buy the winner a meal!"

Silem and Mo'er responded with eager enthusiasm. These two young men, who considered themselves adults, no longer needed Lorant to give them pocket money. They would hunt in the Black Forest or do odd jobs for the beast pet shop, like guiding Beast Tamers on assessment tasks, to earn money. So, when it came to treating someone to a meal, they were all in.

Everyone scattered, and Lorant flew towards the Holy Shield River. He rejected Fa Meng's offer to cheat for a piece of jerky, instead searching earnestly.

Little Gold's color provided natural daytime camouflage, making it less noticeable than the black Wingless Flywheels and harder to spot.

As Lorant searched for Little Gold, he also thought about how in future Golden Wing Chase competitions, Little Gold couldn't participate every time. If they used other small Wingless Flywheels, maybe they could temporarily change their colors with magic?

After circling the beast pet shop once, Lorant came up empty. During this time, he also ran into a few others in the air searching for Little Gold. They passed each other and continued their thorough search.

Watching movies was fun, but actually playing the game himself made Lorant realize its true difficulty.

Especially since he hadn't set up a proper playing field, searching for such a small, possibly moving target in the vast beast pet shop was hellish.

Harry Potter could spot the Golden Snitch by its reflection, but Little Gold wasn't metallic like the Snitch. Its furry body made it nearly invisible in the sunlight!

Lorant halted his broomstick and thought carefully. The woods and houses below the beast pet shop were not within the game's boundaries. He asked Fa Meng, following on a small broomstick, and confirmed Little Gold wasn't cheating, so it must be in its designated area.

This meant that Little Gold was definitely above the beast pet shop, but it was unclear where it could hide in the open sky.

Wait!

Lorant narrowed his eyes and suddenly realized he had overlooked something.

The sky above the beast pet shop wasn't empty!

After figuring this out, Lorant suddenly turned his gaze towards the small cloud of Wingless Flywheels and Blood-eyed Crows that had been following him.

He turned his broomstick and dove straight into the 'black cloud.'

'Chirp!' 'Buzz!'

Seeing Lorant charging straight at them, the group of black blobs immediately scattered like birds and fish.

In that instant, Lorant caught a glimpse of a golden figure hidden among them.

"Found you!"

Lorant immediately accelerated his flying broomstick to chase after it. Little Gold, realizing its cover was blown, quickly began to flee in all directions. Its speed wasn't slow, and even running in a straight line, Lorant couldn't catch up to the little one.

His aerial pursuit of Little Gold was also witnessed by Silem not far away.

Silem was the most adept among this batch of people trying out the flying broomsticks, second only to Lorant.

The two brothers seemed to have a particular talent in this area, excelling in both the grace and speed of their flight.

Seeing this, Silem immediately turned around and came forward. The two of them effectively sandwiched the little one, leaving it with no way out but to dodge in place. In the end, Silem got lucky and managed to grab the little one's round body.

The little one drooped its wings dejectedly and gave up the fight amid Silem's cheers.

Lorant shook his head in resignation. He was the first to find the little one's location and the first to spot it, but he didn't expect that in the end, Silem would be the one to take advantage.

Silem picked up the little one and gave it a big kiss, laughing heartily as it struggled in disgust: "Brother! You guys are treating me to a good meal tonight! I want the most expensive! I want to eat the meat of a level ten beast!"

"Eat, eat, eat! That's all you think about! A level ten beast! I think you might as well take a bite out of yourself." Lorant shot Silem an exasperated look, stepping forward to rescue the little one from his clutches and soothingly rubbing it: "Alright, we'll go eat tonight, you can have whatever you want!"

Watching Silem cheer and dive down to discuss dinner plans with Mo'er, Lorant shook his head with a smile, tucked the little one into his pocket, and descended.