Chapter 105: I Really Know How to Drive

Louis helped the three wizards organize their books and pack their luggage. Meanwhile, on the other side, the driver had already started the vehicle.

Seeing that the car was a bit too cramped for five people, Kate was about to ask the butler to arrange another vehicle. However, she saw Louis open the driver's side door and strike up a conversation with the driver.

Seeing that Louis looked as if he were about to drive, Kate was slightly dazed.

Louis blinked, got into the car, and said, "I'm a seasoned driver. Get in."

Kate suddenly remembered something, her eyes widening slightly. No wonder something strange had happened when they picked up Louis yesterday. It must have been his doing!

She gave Louis an annoyed look, then brushed her hair back and gestured for Ron and the others to sit in the back. She then climbed into the passenger seat and pulled Helen onto her lap.

Louis quickly withdrew his hand from Kate's thigh.

"I'm a really good driver too, Louis," Helen said, squirming excitedly on Kate's lap. "Let me drive!"

"Kids shouldn't drive."

"Hmph."

On the other side, Jim the driver stood outside the car with a look of utter bewilderment after a brief exchange with Louis, watching as Louis started the engine.

Then, Jim, the butler, and the others watched in jaw-dropping astonishment as the car smoothly pulled a U-turn and drove out of the manor.

"So Mr. Louis drives regularly," the butler remarked, highly surprised.

Jim the driver shook his head blankly. They had traveled together yesterday, and just moments ago, Mr. Louis had asked him quite a few questions about how to drive.

Yet, he looked even more skilled than Jim himself...

Wait, did his eyes play tricks on him just now? It didn't look like Louis had stepped on the accelerator... Surely, he must have misseen. Otherwise, how could the car have started moving?

By the time the car cleared the manor gates, Louis had already gotten the hang of it. After fiddling with the controls for a moment, he withdrew his magical assistance and smoothly took over manual control of the vehicle. Chatting with the passengers, he sped down the open road.

The road was smooth and the ride was steady. Helen and Kate felt a thrill of excitement as the wind rushed in through the open windows.

The three wizards were equally excited. Flipping through their books, they recalled the past events that had brought them to the brink of death. Now, with these genuine spells, things would be entirely different.

In their excitement, the three shared many stories of their past adventures with Louis, even pulling out some of their trophies to show Kate and Helen.

"A werewolf? Is it the kind that gets really big and dark and hairy at night?" Helen asked, blinking curiously.

Kate's face suddenly flushed red.

The three wizards exchanged glances and shook their heads. "The one we encountered was indeed very dark and hairy, but it seemed capable of growing massive at any time."

Kate's face grew even redder.

"Yes, yes, and it could turn into a shadow! It would vanish like a shadow and suddenly emerge from someone else's!"

Helen blinked, feeling that this didn't sound like a werewolf at all.

She then asked about the vampire. "Is it the kind of gentleman who likes to drink blood?"

"Well, she bled constantly," Ron said, shaking his head.

"Yes, covered in blood, and not human-like at all," Bach added with a frown. "She had a long mouth and large horns on her head. Even after being chopped to pieces, she could turn into a pool of blood... and she wasn't afraid of silver at all."

As the three wizards fell into a heated discussion, Helen suddenly felt that she didn't recognize any of the monsters they were describing. Louis's expression, meanwhile, grew increasingly bizarre. He glanced at the riding crop, the tooth, and the wolf claw that Kate and Helen were curiously turning over in their hands. Finally, his lips twitched.

Those were not a Headless Horseman, a vampire, and a werewolf at all.

They were a Wraith Knight, a Blood Fiend on the verge of evolving into a Scarlet Temptress, and an Umbral Shadow Wolf!

These three fools had dealt with things that would make even the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors at the Icon Tree shake in their boots. Any single one of those creatures could throw a small kingdom into a state of hopeless panic, leaving behind ancient legends of terror—which might even be turned into movies centuries later.

And when facing such monsters, these three guys were virtually no different from ordinary townspeople.

The fact that they had managed to defeat them was nothing short of legendary!

"How did you deal with them?" Louis asked, highly intrigued.

"No matter how powerful a magical creature is, it always has a weakness," Ron said. "As long as you are careful enough, you can find its fatal flaw and defeat a stronger foe. That vampire hid herself incredibly well, but we eventually found her blood pool during the day. Fortunately, our deductions and the ancient texts we consulted were correct. This allowed us to secretly pour a potion, brewed using a recipe from the Moon Court, into the blood pool that birthed her, without her noticing..."

"Of course, it also required a fair share of courage and knowledge." Bach suddenly pulled open his shirt, revealing a horrific scar. "This is what that werewolf left me. Many people in that town had been infected with the wolf plague. The potion we brewed cured the epidemic, but unfortunately, while the plague was resolved, the werewolf itself was exceedingly cunning."

"In the end, we risked our lives to set a trap. When I publicly called out his name that day, he tried to fight to the death, but he had already ingested my potion, which prevented him from turning into a shadow and left him incredibly weak. Even so, he possessed immense strength and moved like a phantom. The ten of us barely managed to pin him down. This is the scar he left me."

"But the most unforgettable one was the Headless Horseman, wasn't it, Bach, Ron?" Fermi said with a complex expression. "Mr. Louis, we never expected that a hundred musketeers and so much gunpowder wouldn't be enough to take it down—it was virtually immortal. Later, by searching through archives, we discovered it had certain obsessions. The dark wizard was using those obsessions to keep it bound to this world."

"After that, we found its skull and its lover. In the end, listening to his lover's tearful pleas, it drifted into endless memories, and we were able to lay it to rest."

Bach sighed with emotion. "By heaven's grace, we had enough of a reputation to give the townsfolk the confidence to follow us in fighting these demons. Whenever we chanted those spells, no matter how powerful the enemy appeared, everyone would find boundless courage to stand with us against those terrifying monsters."

"Though we were sometimes dismissed as charlatans... I don't think that will happen anymore. Magic is real, and we are no longer just theoretical wizards. I believe we will be able to solve even more terrible troubles for the people now."

The three of them fell back into an excited discussion. Helen's eyes shone as she listened, suddenly feeling that these three were truly incredible—judging by their descriptions, even the academy professors might not have been able to handle those monsters.

Louis felt a wave of admiration. Rumors had long praised their renown, and they certainly lived up to it.

No wonder they enjoyed such high prestige in the kingdom, with princes and nobles considering it an honor to invite them as guests.

Louis also felt a touch of honor. He was honored to be friends with these three fools.

They were indeed pitifully weak, and the rogue wizards they represented were indeed viewed by official wizards as beggars and ants.

Yet these people were far greater than many wizards, and they possessed far grander ideals.

The rogue wizard at the train station had strived to prove the existence of magic among the crowd, so that their kind would not fade into history.

And these three magicless fools had also done their utmost to keep magic alive in people's hearts through legends. In doing so, they sought to prove their theories correct—that magic had not vanished, and that future generations should continue to explore this path.

True, they had never successfully cast a single spell. But regardless of how they had actually dealt with those monsters, in the history books and legendary tales of years to come, a page would be dedicated to their legendary exploits—proving that magic truly existed in this world.

"Mr. Louis, would you be interested in joining the Wizarding Association?" In their anxiety, the three finally couldn't help but ask.

Louis fell into contemplation. Now was not the time.

"You must be joking, Lord Bach," Louis laughed. "I am a priest. I don't know much about magic; it's merely a hobby. Don't look at me like that, Bach. You know we have our strictures."

"Very well," Bach said, somewhat disappointed.

But Ron blinked. "Mr. Louis, I know the clergy of the Moon Temple have strictures. But over the last two months, several priests from your Icon Tree have already come over—what I mean is, if the Icon Tree doesn't forbid you from taking on side jobs... cough, clubs, we are a club. If the Icon Tree doesn't stop you from joining clubs, then it's perfectly reasonable for a priest to learn a bit about magic, isn't it?"

Ron's words were like a stone casting ripples across a pond. The three wizards began discussing excitedly, throwing out suggestion after suggestion for Louis.

But Louis listened with an utterly bewildered expression.

"What did you just say? Priests from the Icon Tree joined your Magic Lovers Association?"

Helen also blinked. "That's impossible!"