Holding his Sawtooth Grass Sword, Ai Hui cooly watched on as his surrounding classmates vomited continuously. During his first ride on the Clover Transport Wagon, he, too, had vomited—even more, in fact, than these students, so he did not sympathize with them at all. It was obvious that the wood elementalist controlling the vehicle was being lenient.
Compared to the Three Leaves Bamboo Cart within the cities, a ride on the Clover Transport Wagon was much wilder.
It was wilder in all aspects.
With a tougher stem and leaves, if the clover of the Three Leaves Bamboo Cart was a delicate and tender beauty, the Clover Transport Wagon would be a muscular, iron giant. Grass stems as thick as calves were not easily damaged by swords, and every leaf was like a blade and half the size of a door. As the wagon moved, they produced a scalp-tingling sound.
Not only did the Clover Transport Wagon have to be able to transport enough goods, it had to provide sufficient protection and also had to have a certain flexibility. Colorful plants dotted the outside of the vehicle, and there was a different significance for each flower bud, thistle, and thorn. For example, some could spray a steady stream of toxic vapor to chase away flying dire beasts, helping pave a path of escape for the wagon in desperate situations.
However, the flying dire beasts were resilient, and the effectiveness of the toxins was limited. It was, in fact, the smell of the vapor that would allow the wagon to dodge a bullet—a majority of the flying dire beasts detested the odor.
Although it was a wagon, going in and out of the Wilderness required it to be more flexible and nimble than the Three Leaves Bamboo Cart in the cities. It was similar to a massive but agile and robust man. The wood elementalist controlling the wagon usually loved to gift rookies a tough flight experience.
Ai Hui, however, was enjoying the ride.
The wood elementalist in front had obviously taken care to not overdo it. This level of bumpiness was practically sleep inducing.
Other students were badly battered. Throughout their lives, they had traveled in stable vehicles like the Fiery Floating Cloud and the Three Leaves Bamboo Cart. Where would they have experienced such a wild ride?
Ai Hui took a sideward glance at the ingrate.
The ingrate had been arranged to sit beside him. However, compared to others, Duanmu Huanghun was performing well. He sat motionless on his seat. Although his expression didn’t look too good, he hadn’t vomited.
Ai Hui suddenly noticed that Duanmu’s whole body was tensed up, so he leaned over and advised him nonchalantly, “Puke if you feel like, don’t hold it back. You’ll feel much better after…”
Wow!
Duanmu Huanghun, who had been resisting all along, instantly felt his throat become dry and itchy—he couldn’t keep it in any longer! Duanmu bent over and let it all out, like a flood breaking through a dam.
“Got vomit on your body? How careless. There’s no place for you to wash up in the countryside. But it’s not a big deal, just smell it for a few days at most.” Ai Hui’s devilish voice sounded from above.
Duanmu Huanghun saw the filth that covered his pants and shirt. His pupils shrank and his mysophobia finally acted up, causing him to puke wildly again.
Ai Hui couldn’t bear to keep looking, and he shifted a little away.
He really didn’t know what Teacher Xu was thinking by teaming this ingrate with him and having them sit together.
How suffocating.
Zhou Xiaoxi glanced over at Teacher Xu and couldn’t help but shake his head. Teacher Xu’s face was pale, and it was evident that he was making an extreme effort to endure. Luckily, they were traveling within the Induction Ground; if they were heading for the Wilderness, he would definitely not have agreed to babysit these rookies.
Among these people, Ai Hui was the most eye-catching. He was also the only one Zhou Xiaoxi did not have to worry much about.
He could tell from Ai Hui’s posture that he was a veteran. His body was relaxed, and he moved up and down along with the wagon’s movements. His hands were gripped onto his weapon, and he had a steady gaze, both of which would allow him to respond to any possible dangers. His mind was alert, with his eyes constantly paying attention to his surroundings.
Even an experienced person like Zhou Xiaoxi couldn’t find any fault. He thought about what Li Wei had mentioned before, that Ai Hui had worked in the Wilderness as a laborer for three years. Seemed like he wasn’t talking nonsense.
It was always better to have at least one reliable person.
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