According to the instructions on the flyer, the place to ride was outside the main entrance of the Phyllis Academy of Magic, which was the open space where the mercenary guards were waiting at the time of the report.

Yes, the place is big enough and the road surface is smooth, which is indeed suitable for a station.

It can be seen that this so-called Demon Creation Society is still very powerful, and if there is no authorization from the school, don't even think about transforming it into a station.

When I came here, there were already a lot of students gathered here, and there was just a bus departure.

I glanced at the magic locomotive that was heading down the mountain.

With its flat body, several rows of seats side by side, and an awning built up of metal shelves, isn't this a sightseeing car for a tourist attraction?

"This classmate, how is our magic locomotive?" A voice came from beside him.

"It's a good means of transportation, but it's too slow." Glancing at the magic locomotive that was slowing down and turning, I said indifferently.

The road up the mountain from the Phyllis School of Magic is all winding roads, and the slope of the road is not very steep in order to allow the carriage to go directly up the mountain.

Therefore, for Phyllis College, which is almost five thousand meters high, the winding mountain road is almost dozens of kilometers long to complete.

The magic locomotive seems to have a lot of magic added to it, and the turns are unusually smooth, and it doesn't seem to have received much centripetal force from the perspective of the people riding on the car.

And the car drove exceptionally smoothly, which is basically impossible for an ordinary horse-drawn carriage to do on a winding mountain road that is basically a gravel path.

But most of the speed is definitely sacrificed for comfort and safety, and it is estimated that it will take more than an hour to drive to the town below the hill at this speed.

"Now it's a passenger locomotive, and it can't be fast." The voice next to him explained. "If you drive the prototype car for the experiment, the speed can be increased to about twice as much."

"It will take more than half an hour, so the speed is okay." I looked at the magic locomotive that was speeding around the corner under my feet, and said lightly.

"It's already very fast. Unless you're a wind mage of the seventh rank or above, even you won't be able to exceed this speed. The voice next to him said excitedly. Even if you turn on the Dou Qi, you can indeed surpass it in a short period of time, but you will definitely be compared to it for a long time. ”

"At this speed, even if I don't turn on the Dou Qi, it will be easy to surpass it." I glanced at the excited classmate standing next to me and said disdainfully.

It was the classmate who had just sent me a flyer.

Hmph, if it was those professional racing cars before the crossing, maybe I wouldn't be able to outrun them, but as far as you newly researched locomotives are concerned, they are much easier than you.

"It can't be." Seeing that I was about to turn away, this classmate hurriedly grabbed my shoulder with his hand in an attempt to pull me back.

The moment the claw landed on my shoulder, I habitually grabbed the paw on my shoulder and threw it forward, throwing the poor magician to the ground.

"Don't move your hands or feet." I patted my shoulder, but luckily I was wearing a cloak and didn't stain the clothes I've made for me.

"I don't believe it, let's compete to see who is faster!" The magician who had fallen to the ground got up and said to me.

"I'm busy." I looked helplessly at my classmates who were blocking in front of me.

"If we lose, we'll give you that magic locomotive." The classmate pointed to the side.

When I turned my head, I saw that it was a much smaller car than the magic locomotive that had just come down the mountain.

Judging from the shape, it should be a magic locomotive developed for the pursuit of speed.

"This thing should be a demon core." I glanced at the magic locomotive, or magic sports car, next to me, and said uncertainly.

"That's right, as long as the magic core can provide power, the magic array inside can convert the energy in the magic core into suitable energy, and then ......" Seeing that I asked about the major I was familiar with, the classmate gushed endlessly.

"Stop, stop, I don't understand what you're saying." I interrupted the classmate. "Let's just put it this way, if I win, not only will I have to solve the storage problem of this thing, but I will also have to add a magic core to activate it, it seems that I will lose anyway."

"You're simply ignorant!" The classmate in front of me was speechless in anger, and his fingers trembling as he pointed at me. "This 'Meteor' magic locomotive is worth more than 10,000 gold coins even if it is dismantled and sold for materials!"

"Oh, that's right." I nodded. "What if I lose?"

"You just send a notice to the whole school that you don't have a magic locomotive." Seeing that I was going to take this bet, this classmate said as if he had a chance to win.

Such a brain-dead bet?

"Now the whole school knows that you are the fastest, and if you admit that you are not as fast as the magic locomotive, then the magic locomotive made by our magic creation society is the fastest." Seeing that I looked like an idiot, this classmate quickly explained.

"Aren't you afraid that a seventh-order wind mage will come out of nowhere and trouble you?" I thought about it for a moment and said.

Seventh-order wind mages can fly, and according to the book, after high-level wind mages increase their speed to the limit, even rings of water vapor will appear around them.

To put it simply, a high-level wind mage is an existence that can break through the speed of sound alone.

"As far as I know, there are currently no wind magic students above the seventh order in Phyllis Academy." This classmate said confidently. "And mentors aren't going to be bored with this kind of bet."

"Well, when will the bet start, I need a few days to prepare." I looked at the terrain down the hill from the edge of the platform and spoke.

Anyway, I don't care, you have to cry when the time comes.

"Wait a minute, I'll find a contract."

The classmate turned and ran to the side, and after a while, he took a written contract and handed it to me.

On the morning of **year**month**, Peter and Qin Xin, the first-year apprentice of the special department, met at the gate of the Phyllis Academy of Magic to go down the mountain for a speed race. Peter, the president of the Demon Creation Society, uses a magic locomotive to participate in the competition, and Qin Xin is not allowed to use a magic scroll to participate in the competition. If Qin Xin wins the competition, he will receive the magic locomotive "Meteor", and if Peter wins the competition, Qin Xin will admit to the whole school that he is not as fast as the magic locomotive made by the Demon Creation Society.

Looking at it roughly, there aren't too many restrictions other than restricting my use of magic scrolls.

Please, the price of the magic scroll of the wind system flying is scary, where can I, a poor man, afford it.

If you want to restrict, you should restrict other aspects, so maybe I won't be able to win.

But I'm too lazy to say it.

The game is three days away, and isn't there still a class on that day? Why would you choose this time?

By the way, there are basically no people on the winding mountain road during class time, and the magic locomotive can safely drive the fastest speed, cunning guy.

But will I have time that day?

"What if I have to go to class in three days?" I pointed to the time, and said to the classmate in front of me, Peter.

"You don't have to worry about this, there will definitely be time." Peter affirmed.

Really, does this guy really have any special relationship that can change the course? That's an exaggeration.

"Alright then, I'll go prepare some things first, and I'll see you in three days." Putting away my share of the contract, I turned to leave.

"See you in three days."

People in this world are really easy to be stimulated, and they bet on duels or something at every turn.

But that's not bad, otherwise where would the little money come from, hehe.

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

PS: Special thanks to Wu Wujun, "Silent Seven Days Xuanlu, reward, I know very well what level of the novel I wrote, but I am really touched by the willingness of so many readers to support it."