Virtual Realm, Sea of Knowledge.
A small boat suddenly emerged from the Whirlpool, with Freya, holding a little bat, sitting on it. Freya immediately spread her silver wings, noticing that her virtual wings were already starting to take shape.
Even if she no longer took risks creating whirlpools, staying in the Virtual Realm for about another month should be enough to fully condense her silver wings.
Though she had the little bat’s assistance, creating whirlpools was still quite a challenging task. First, they had to encounter a knowledge creature, then precisely control the blood to bring the target to the brink of death, and finally, they had to track the target until it naturally exhausted and perished in the sea, forming a whirlpool.
It was quite normal for things to go wrong—killing the target accidentally, failing to catch up, or not encountering a knowledge creature at all. Despite having the Secret Toxin diary for several days, Freya had only successfully created three whirlpools.
“Did you see that? I’m very close to condensing my silver wings!” she joyfully told the little bat, “Then I’ll be able to climb to the Time Continent, and maybe I’ll meet him in the Virtual Realm!”
The little bat fluttered its wings. Although it said nothing, Freya almost felt as if she could understand its thoughts: “You think my realm sect is not strong enough? Hmph, I don’t need to upgrade my realm sect to the Golden level. His diary contains intelligence about the Golden Fish!”
“Yesterday’s chapter ended with his discovery that the Sea of Knowledge is actually inside the Golden Fish’s belly. Today he will update how to find the Golden Fish—he surely also reached the Time Continent through the Golden Fish! After all, he’s even lazier than me. When we lived together, I never saw him train. Without smuggling, how could he have become a two-wings spellcaster from zero in just one month? I just need to follow his path, and I’ll catch up to him one day!”
“Speaking of which, the update should be out by now...”
Freya summoned the diary, seeing a red bookmark at the top right corner, indicating a new update.
However, when she opened to the latest content, she found it wasn’t the next chapter on the Golden Fish.
“What? No new Golden Fish chapter, just leaving it hanging there? How mean!” Freya let out a sigh, and the little bat on her shoulder seemed equally frustrated, nodding its head repeatedly.
Although Ashe left it on a cliffhanger, she still had to read the new update.
The Bewitcher looked down and found him writing today’s diary—
“June 8th, today I went through two events. The first happened in the morning, which annoyed me quite a bit but was within expectations. The second event occurred at night and, although it seemed unrelated to me, combined with the first, it added layers of mystery and intrigue.”
“Of course, I love riding motorcycles,” Annan replied. “Do you like it?”
For some reason, Ashe picked up a touch of nervousness and anticipation in Annan’s tone, as if she were sharing her most cherished passion with a friend. He suddenly realized that Annan probably hadn’t had many friends growing up, and this dangerous hobby of hers clearly didn’t have Banjeet’s approval. She might not have had anyone to share it with.
More importantly, Ashe needed a way to stop Annan from speeding: “I like it. Can you teach me how to ride?”
“But you don’t sound too enthusiastic.”
“I’ll try my best for you!” Ashe said sincerely. “Please teach me!”
“Sweet talker.” Annan snorted with laughter. “No wonder you’re the man who eliminated the Evil Arts Ranking.”
Ashe’s expression darkened. Just then, Annan suddenly crouched on the bike seat and asked, “Are you ready?”
Behind them, Igor and Harvey saw her movements and accelerated, frantically honking their horns. Ashe, still confused, asked, “Ready for what—”
Before he could finish, Annan lightly jumped up and settled back down, pushing Ashe into the driver’s seat while she landed behind him, pressing against his back. In an instant, they swapped positions. Grabbing Ashe’s hands, she placed them on the motorcycle’s handlebars and explained, “Left hand is the clutch, right hand is the front brake, left foot is for shifting gears, and right foot is the rear brake. Got it?”
“Can’t you teach me while driving?” Ashe was on the verge of a breakdown; he felt completely out of sync with the Young Lady’s pace.
“You learn faster when you’re the one driving,” Annan replied matter-of-factly. “Come on, don’t think about your back, just focus on driving.”
Initially, Ashe hadn’t paid attention to her mention of his back, but now every nerve in his body seemed to zero in on it—leave it to the Young Lady to make him genuinely enjoy riding a motorcycle!
With a master rider guiding him step-by-step, Ashe quickly picked up a new skill worthy of being added to his Spellcaster’s Handbook. Not only did he learn to ride, but he also instinctively got the hang of the ‘accelerate-decelerate-accelerate-decelerate’ trick, until Annan twisted a piece of skin on his waist to make him stop goofing around.
Once Ashe managed to drive the motorcycle at a steady pace, Annan suddenly said, “Since this morning, the empire has canceled your wanted notice. Congratulations, you’re legal now.”
“It’s because of the Evil Arts Ranking, isn’t it?” Ashe said, looking rather disheartened. “But I can’t seem to feel happy about it at all.”