Star Hunter.

Chapter 259 Goodbye, Flyca

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The Szer family's headquarters are in the Ninth Star Region of the Empire. Although the Szer family has a great influence in the entire Empire, and there are several families more famous than the Szer family, the most influential family in the Ninth Star Region is the Szer family.

After Xilin and his group entered the territory of the Ninth Star Region in their spacecraft, more than 90% of the media reports they came across in the Ninth Star Region were about the Szer family, and 80% of that information was about the same thing.

The "Wind of Freedom" racing competition is a racing competition invested and hosted by the Szer family, and it is a well-known event throughout the Ninth Star Region and even the entire Lansa Empire.

Legend has it that back when flying machines weren't so convenient, the ancestors of the Szer family were trapped in a disaster. With supplies and food scarce, they sent out a small team in flying vehicles to find supplies. The first time, only half of the team returned; the other half perished in the harsh environment. Then, a second team was sent out to find supplies, and then a third, a fourth... Finally, after these people risked their lives time and time again to find supplies, they could no longer make it through. The Szer family was able to continue, and because of this, flying vehicles became an indispensable tool for the entire Szer family.

The authenticity of the story remains to be verified, but it must be said that the Szell family has an extraordinary obsession and passion for flying cars. If a member of the Szell family cannot drive a flying car, then he is not qualified to continue to stay in the family. People who cannot drive flying cars for some reason will be ridiculed and ostracized by the entire family.

Today, the Szel family's "Cyclone" flying car is a famous brand throughout the empire, and it has become a symbol of status for many. A nobleman who loves racing but doesn't own a "Cyclone" would certainly be ridiculed by many. And those who can't afford a "Cyclone" always dream of owning one someday.

An ancestor of the Szel family once said that he hoped one day when people mentioned flying cars, the first thing that would come to mind would be "Whirlwind". Now, this ancestor's wish has been largely fulfilled.

It must be said that the "Wind of Freedom" racing competition hosted by the Szel family greatly enhanced the influence of "Whirlwind." This competition aimed to prove that "Whirlwind" was not just a showpiece; it represented an ideal, a pursuit, and, more importantly, technology.

There are no qualifying rounds for "Wind of Freedom." Many of the participants are top-ranked individuals from other racing competitions, including individuals and teams. The Szel family shares part of the cost of modifying the cars for those who participate in "Wind of Freedom," and also provides some car parts free of charge.

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The racing suits of all participating vehicles and drivers bear the "Cyclone" logo, a testament to the brand's formidable influence.

The prize money is substantial, the prestige is there, and if a driver's car design catches the eye of the Szel family during the race, they will buy the design.

Yuan Xingming and his friends would definitely not miss the "Wind of Freedom" racing competition. They had watched the entire previous "Wind of Freedom" racing competition and could still clearly remember the excitement they felt while watching it.

Of all the large-scale racing competitions, Xilin had only seen the one in Udozebi. As for the "Wind of Freedom" racing competition that Yuan Xingming and the others mentioned, it was obvious that the scale and investment of this event were much larger than the racing competition in Aserella, where Udoze and his group had participated.

"That kid Naimi wouldn't have gone back so early because of this, would he?" Ulagano said.

Corancie nodded. "Possibly. After all, it's a big event hosted by his family, so he'd have to go back and help out, right?"

"But there's still some time before the 'Wind of Freedom' competition, isn't there? Naimi is going back right after his semester exams, that's too early. The 'Wind of Freedom' racing competition will be a long time away then."

Yuan Xingming and Peter disagreed with Ulagano's words. Based on their understanding of Naimi, if it was purely about helping, that kid would definitely not be too enthusiastic. Instead, he would wait until before the competition started to rush back and watch the competition.

"So, according to you, why did Naimi run away early?"

"Who knows! We'll see that kid soon, and we'll find out when we ask him."

Yuan Xingming and his group flew directly to the headquarters of the Sizer family in their aircraft. The head butler of the Sizer family was very welcoming to Yuan Xingming and his group, as they were all members of the royal family and acquaintances, except for Xilin.

The head steward was very curious about Xilin, but he didn't dare to ask. Someone who could come with Yuan Xingming and other royal family members and act so casually must have a powerful background.

While receiving Yuan Xingming and his group, the head butler sent someone to contact Naimi. Not long after, before Xilin had even finished his cup of tea, Naimi, whom Yuan Xingming and the others had mentioned, appeared. She looked like she had just woken up; her hair was messy, and although the servants had temporarily straightened her clothes, wrinkles were still visible. Naimi also looked very listless.

Naimi ran out shouting, but judging from his expression, he was surprised but not happy about the arrival of Yuan Xingming and the others. He had a bitter face as if he had been constipated for several days.

After seeing Yuan Xingming and the others, Naimi greeted them, then turned around on Xilin and pulled back, before collapsing limply onto a chair like a spineless wretch.

From Naimi's casual greeting, Xilin learned about the way these people got along, and Yuan Xingming and the others did not flaunt their royal status in front of Naimi.

"What's wrong, Naimi?" Bill asked. "I heard you rushed back as soon as your semester exams were over. Why the rush? There's still time for the racing competition."

"Don't even mention it," Naimi waved her hand, looking utterly dejected. "Four years ago, they said I was too young to handle it and wasn't allowed to participate in the race. So this time, I put in all my effort to prepare for the racing competition. I even participated in several small-scale events on different planets beforehand. I was definitely qualified! But! Damn it, I was rejected unconditionally again!"

Yuan Xingming remained calm. "For someone of our status, participating in a competition of that scale on our own is basically impossible. We'd probably be dragged back by my dad's men before we even got into the car. It's already a great favor that they turned a blind eye and let us out. We shouldn't even dream of participating in the competition."

"How could King Fudge trust someone who lacks skills?" Corancie retorted sarcastically.

Yuan Xingming squinted and said, "Yeah, I don't have the skills, but do you? People who can turn a flying car into a bumper car shouldn't be making a fuss here."

"Bullshit! That was an accident!"

"Hey, Coransie, you're a royal princess, stop spewing profanities the moment you open your mouth," Naimi said.

"What's it to you!"

Xilin watched the group bickering with a smirk, while also observing the surrounding layout.

It has to be said that every corner of the Szel family home is filled with a sci-fi theme; the wall lamps resemble car hoods, and the murals depict various flying cars. In addition to the mystical paintings, other decorations also incorporate sci-fi elements to varying degrees.

"Hey, Naimi, is your uncle here? We need to talk to him." Yuan Xingming finally stopped arguing with Kelanxi and asked instead.

"My uncle? Which uncle?" Naimi couldn't figure out which one Yuan Xingming was referring to. The Sizer family was so big, with so many uncles and aunts, who knew which one he was talking about?

"That fat guy. Flake."

Upon hearing Yuan Xingming mention the name, Naimi looked at him warily. "What do you want with him? Let me make this clear, I've already placed an order. If you want him to design your flying car, you'll have to be behind me in the queue. By the way, this is the number of people my Uncle Fatty has designed for you!"

Looking at Naimi's two outstretched fingers, Ulagano said, "Twenty?"

"two hundred!"

Naimi swung her feet, thinking about how popular her chubby uncle was. Everyone wanted him to design a car for them, since they were all from the Szel family. With her uncle's fame, Naimi felt proud and had a lot of face.

"Tch, look at you! You didn't design it, so what are you smug about!" Yuan Xingming picked up a nut and threw it at him.

Naimi reached out and caught it, then put it in her mouth and crunched it loudly, continuing to show off.

"However, to be honest, Uncle Fatty doesn't have time to design cars for people right now. The 'Wind of Freedom' racing competition is about to start, and Uncle Fatty is busy. My dad told me to stop those people who want Uncle Fatty to design racing cars, but I can't stop you. If you really want Uncle Fatty to design them, you can go and tell him yourself. I'm not going to be the one to blame."

Not wanting to offend the royal family or face his father's wrath, Naimi first distanced himself from the situation.

"Naimi, is your Uncle Fatty very busy? Too busy to even come and see me?" Peter asked.

"If you speak as His Highness the Prince, then of course he will come," Naimi replied with a serious expression.

"Let's forget about it then. If we really put on airs here, we can forget about ever getting our dream flying car." Ulagano knew Fleka's personality well.

"Xilin, what do you think?" Yuan Xingming turned to Xilin and asked.

Naimi glanced at the expressions of Yuan Xingming and the other three, then re-examined Xilin. He couldn't understand why these royal scions were treating Xilin this way. Gaining the approval of Yuan Xingming and the others was no easy feat; aside from members of the royal family, these three had never been so polite to any of their peers. Clearly, Xilin wasn't a member of the royal family either.

After thinking about what Yuan Xingming said, Xilin said, "Since he doesn't have time, let's go find him directly."

"Sure, we've got nothing else to do anyway, let's go see what the pre-race preparations are like for the 'Wind of Freedom' racing competition!" Bill agreed enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together eagerly, his eyes sparkling as he seemed to be thinking something.

Yuan Xingming and the others didn't object, so they clapped their hands and headed straight for Flecka.

Flecka happened to be home today. He had been out on field trips for the past few days, working on the "Winds of Freedom" project. He had been very busy for a long time and was quite exhausted. He was taking a break and was going home to rest. He had someone keep watch outside and wouldn't pay attention to anyone who came.

Fleka was thoroughly fed up with those ignorant yet pretentious aristocratic scions who loved to show off and drive recklessly. So this time, within their own sphere of influence, with both support and a pretext, the family even dispatched a guard to help block them. Regardless of whether they were scions of some noble family or relatives of someone else, they were all turned away, no matter how much money they offered. A money game? The Szel family truly didn't care!

A large crowd stood watching outside the gates of the Fleica manor. Most of them were sent to gather intelligence, ready to report to their masters as soon as Fleica appeared.

The guards of the Szel family outside the mansion looked at these shifty-eyed men and wished they could shoot them on sight. As a result, the guards all had grim and serious expressions, with an air of "kill any intruder without mercy".

However, when a flying car flew over and stopped directly in front of the main gate, the guards felt a pang of resentment. They recognized the car all too well; their young master had caused quite a bit of trouble recently.

Although they knew it was Naimi, the guards didn't open the door at first. They stood there with their eyes fixed straight ahead, but sweat was starting to break out on their backs; they were all prepared to argue with this little devil.

However, when Naimi opened the car window and the guards at the door saw who was sitting inside, their hearts sank even deeper.

This lineup... it's fucking unstoppable!

If it were just Naimi alone, the guards would have stopped her, but the carriage contained members of the royal family, all of whom had come at once. There were members of all three royal families; if they were stopped, who knows what unpleasant rumors might spread.

Seeing the guards' pale faces, Naimi knew they were in a difficult position. So she said, "I'll take responsibility for whatever happens."

I've been waiting for you to say that!

Upon hearing Naimi's words, the guards quickly opened the gates to let them pass. Some people loitering outside craned their necks to see what was going on, but the windows of the flying car were all closed, so they couldn't see who was inside.

Fleka had just fallen asleep when he heard his dear nephew shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Uncle Fatty! Uncle Fatty! Dear Uncle Flake, your smart, cute, handsome, and infinitely charming nephew has come to see you!"

Flake now really wants to throw this "smart, cute, handsome and charming nephew" into the toilet.

"You're trying to call back my soul!" Fleka rolled around on the bed, covering her ears. Unfortunately, Naimi was too familiar with the place, and the servants didn't stop her, so Fleka's wish to continue resting was thwarted.

Flake, still in her pajamas, sat up and wandered groggily to the door. Opening the door, she saw several people standing outside.

Blink, blink again, and Fleka jumped up with a shout, his fat face jiggling in waves.

"It really is you, kid!"

"Hello, it's nice to see you again," Xilin said.

Fleka pushed Naimi, who was standing closest to the door, aside, then strode over to Xilin, completely ignoring the four royal scions standing nearby. Fleka then patted Xilin hard on the shoulder, pinched Xilin's arm, and grinned, "Hey, I knew it wasn't a dream!"

Naimi's face twitched. "Dear uncle, I am your nephew! How could you ignore the smart, cute, handsome and charming nephew standing right in front of you!"

However, Naimi was even more curious about Xilin. Although this uncle was kind to everyone, he didn't really show his true feelings. But now she knew that this uncle was genuinely happy to have Xilin. Didn't you see that he even pushed his own nephew to the side?

"Uncle Fatty, do you... know each other?" Naimi glanced at Fleka and Xilin, then turned to look at Yuan Xingming and the others.

"I know you, old friend! Hehe, it's not easy to meet, we should have a good chat. It just so happens that we can also take care of some things together. With you here, I can rest easy. You're a lifesaver!" Frekale grabbed Sirin and ran towards the workshop.

Naimi was quite horrified. She hadn't even had time to process what Fleka had just said when she saw Fleka heading straight for the workroom in her pajamas. You see, Fleka always changes into work clothes before going to the workroom, since it's dirty and contains some equipment with high-energy radiation.

"Hey, Uncle Fatty! You're still in your pajamas!" Naimi ran over and stopped Flake.

In the end, Fleka didn't change into her work clothes, but she also didn't go into the workroom. After all, there were other guests there, and they were all royalty. It wouldn't be right for Fleka to abandon them.

We invited Yuan Xingming and his companions to rest here and listened to them explain the purpose of their visit.

"Flying cars..." Fleck paused for a moment, then continued, "Of course, it's possible to build flying cars tailored to your specifications, but there's absolutely no time for that now. You should know about this from Naimi."

Yuan Xingming and the others nodded, indicating that they understood.

"To build a flying car, we have to wait until after the 'Wind of Freedom' flying car competition. And even after the competition, the Queen will have to push it for a while. This is because after each flying car competition, we need to conduct statistical analysis on the various car models and their performance in the competition. Then, we can incorporate valuable and worthwhile car designs and modify and improve the existing models..."

Even though Yuan Xingming and the others were impatient, they couldn't say anything. After all, it was already quite a favor that Fleka was willing to say these things to them. If it were anyone else, Fleka would have played coy and postponed the meeting even if he had a smile on his face. Therefore, since they had Fleka's guarantee, they had to endure it even if the deadline was postponed.

"However, Xilin, you probably don't need me to design it, right? With your abilities, you should be able to do a great job... Hey, how about we design one together?"

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