Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

"My goal was clearly money."

So, is the difference with this "theft" feature that the target is random? What is this? This is outrageous!

Mil curled his lip and casually tossed the ID card in his hand into the trash can. You say he's inhumane? Well, he can't exactly go up to that young man and say:

"Hello, this is your ID. What? It fell out of your wallet? That's because I stole it. I was going to steal your money, but I accidentally stole the wrong one."

Thinking about it, it actually sounds pretty cool. Mir almost picked the card out of the trash and did it exactly as instructed.

Mil went to a parking shed and unlocked a motorcycle with a key. This motorcycle could not possibly be his own; it belonged to Wang Lans.

Once, when Van Lance left his car keys on his office desk to go to lunch, Mil took them to a key duplicator to get a new one made. However, he never used it. Now, he suddenly had the idea to ride a motorcycle for a spin. Although he had never ridden a motorcycle before, he was confident that he could slow down in time and avoid hitting anyone.

He took the motorcycle out to examine it, but he didn't understand anything. However, he figured out how to turn the throttle. Nothing else mattered; he only needed to know where the throttle was!

As Mir started the motorcycle, his smile gradually became uncontrollable.

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Bette Street.

Elsa stood on the street, helplessly observing the constant stream of pedestrians. Logically, as the director, she shouldn't have to do such trivial things, but because a terrorist who almost destroyed the entire capital a few days ago had appeared, headquarters suspected that the terrorist was a spy sent by another country. No matter how they interrogated him, he wouldn't reveal any information, which was obviously because he had been specially trained.

Therefore, the higher-ups required their branch to strictly investigate the identities of outsiders. She, who was previously rated D and is now rated C as an "Observer," had memorized most of the residents of Ur City over the past few hundred years. She could immediately detect any outsiders who came. So, she, the director, had the unfortunate job of acting as a traffic cop.

Of course, her subordinates became traffic police alongside her. They didn't have Elsa's abilities, but because of Elsa's resentment, they were forced to work overtime for a few days.

She hadn't held out much hope, since the neighborhood wasn't particularly famous and there hadn't been many tourists in the past few days, so the chances of spotting an outsider weren't high. But now she actually saw one.

Elsa casually stopped the young man in a suit riding a cool motorcycle and solemnly extended her hand to him: "Hello, please show me your identification."

Krodal looked at the police officer who had stopped him with a pained expression. His identification had inexplicably disappeared earlier that day, so he naturally couldn't produce it now.

Two days ago, he had just finished some tasks assigned to him by his father and was preparing to visit the dean of Meichuxi Academy as his father ordered. However, after two lessons, he had come to understand that Rainbow Wing Kingdom was not as simple and honest as rumored. At least many people treated outsiders with no courtesy. His luxury car, which had been smeared with manure, and his stolen bicycle were the best proof of this.

Therefore, his motorcycle this time has a magical incantation that he specially created over a day and a night, so that if anyone does anything to it, he can know the situation afterward.

But as a newcomer to this place, he was once again tormented by the locals—his identity document was stolen by someone using some unknown method! Heaven knows what use that would be to someone who stole it.

Krodar gave the policewoman an impatient look: "We're all from Ur, why are you stopping me?" Now he had no choice but to pretend to be a local.

Elsa paused for a moment, then pointed at him angrily: "You're obviously not from Ur."

"How can I not be from Ur?" Claudar, a prince, was now acting like a rogue.

This question really stumped Elsa. She rarely reveals her ability as the "Observer" because it is easily misunderstood. Many people think it's like a tracker, but it doesn't actually work that way. At most, it makes it easier for Elsa to find people she's met. However, because very few people awaken the "Observer" ability, many people misunderstand this rare power.

Elsa didn't want others to know about her abilities.

Just then, she saw Mil riding a motorcycle speeding towards them. Elsa's eyes lit up. Although she didn't usually like this guy, now was the time to use him.

Elsa looked at the spoiled young man and said, "Then I'll intercept someone from Ur and show them to you." Elsa walked over and stretched out a hand towards Mil, who was driving towards them.

Mir accelerated past Elsa's outstretched hand and sped away, not forgetting to flick the middle finger behind him in a defiant gesture:

"They're all from Ur City, you dare to intercept them? Come on, come on, if you've got the guts, come and chase your grandpa..." Mir's voice faded into the distance.

Elsa: "..."

Krodal: "..."

"That brat dared to insult his mother," Elsa thought to herself. "I'll write this down in a report and give it to his mother when I get back."

Although he was cursing Mil in his heart, he still had to calmly deal with this outsider on the surface:

"See that? These are the people of Ur."

Krodar: ...The people of Ur are terrifying! Who spread the rumor that the people of Rainbowwing Kingdom are so simple and honest?

Chapter 141 You looked really cool spinning around thirty times.

On the streets of Bet Street in Ur, it was nearly noon and there were hardly any people shopping, so the streets were quite empty.

An elderly man with a white beard and short horns, looking like a hermit, stood with his eyes closed in the middle of the empty street. Although he looked very old, his spirit was as vigorous as that of a young man, unlike that of an ordinary old man.

Behind the old man were several teenagers of various appearances, curiously looking around at their surroundings, seemingly visiting this place for the first time.

"Teacher, I heard that Meichuxi Academy is going to hold an exchange competition soon. Can we participate?" A very cute girl with pink hair in pigtails asked the old man.

The old man, whom the girl called "teacher," gave her a helpless look: "We didn't come to Ur City for this kind of thing. Don't forget our important business."

Upon hearing the teacher's answer, the pink-haired girl lowered her head in disappointment, prompting the surrounding boys and girls to offer her words of comfort.

“However…” the old man changed the subject, “there are people from our academy stationed there now, and many people from other places have also been sent there, so you can participate if you want.”

"Really?" The pink-haired girl looked at the old man with surprise, and the other boys and girls also looked very happy.

"It's a good opportunity for me to visit an old friend." The old man looked up at the sky, trying to look melancholy, but the intense sun made it hard for him to open his eyes.

"An old friend?" A young man looked at the old man with a puzzled expression. "Are you the dean of Meichuxi Academy?"

"Yes." The old man rubbed his eyes, which were sore from the sun. "I heard she adopted a son and had a daughter with Kiana. She didn't even tell me she had a daughter..."

The old man's voice stopped abruptly as the noise of a motorcycle in the distance interrupted him.

Seeing a motorcycle speeding towards him, the old man did not panic, but calmly watched the motorcycle approach rapidly.

Seeing their teacher, the teenagers showed no intention of avoiding them, and the motorcycle sped straight towards them without changing course. The teenagers began to panic.

"teacher!"

"Don't panic." The old man, with a serene and otherworldly air, calmly shook his head, a smile playing on his lips as he extended a hand toward the motorcycle.

He knew this was the perfect time to show off in front of his students.

Mir, riding his motorcycle, raised an eyebrow in annoyance when he saw the old man's actions. He had intended to use his ability to slow down his motorcycle several times over to avoid hitting them when he saw people ahead, but the old man not only did not give way, but also stretched out a hand to him.

What does this mean? Isn't this a provocation? This is definitely a provocation! Look! This old man is still laughing!

Mir was immediately enraged by him and twisted the accelerator to the floor, stopping the deceleration he was about to use and switching it to another application of his ability.

[Time Master: Speed ​​it up!!!]

The old man clearly hadn't expected the motorcycle to suddenly accelerate several times over. He was thrown into the air, spun around thirty times, and landed face down.

Although you looked pathetic when your attempt to show off failed, you looked really cool spinning around in the air thirty times.

After hitting the elderly man, Mil immediately slowed down and stopped briefly. He covered his face, gave the crowd behind him the middle finger, and then quickly drove away.

The group of boys and girls: "..."

The group of teenagers were completely bewildered by the situation and stood there stunned for a long time before they realized what had happened—their teacher, the dean of Jialidun Academy, had just been hit and sent flying by a boy on a motorcycle!

A group of teenagers hurriedly went over to check on their teacher.

"Teacher! Teacher, are you alright?"

"Teacher, please don't die!"

"The teacher is still breathing! Quick, start resuscitation!"

"Teacher, you can't die! You still owe me money!"

"Ah! The teacher is going to die!"

……

In short, it's a cause for celebration that Mil has once again taken down a foolish mortal who dared to challenge him.

Mil felt quite pleased to have just killed someone he didn't like. Actually, he was quite sensible. When the old man reached out to him, he clearly emitted a powerful magical aura. He could roughly sense that the old man was much stronger than Mil was now. That guy was at least a B-rank ability user.

How could he cripple a B-level ability user who causes headaches in an ordinary city by hitting him with a motorcycle? Isn't that a joke?

If you offend Lord Mir, whether you're a B-rank or an A-rank, you're all doomed.

So the happy Mill drove forward recklessly, paying no attention to the road ahead...

He and his car fell into the river.

Mil: "..."

After climbing ashore, Mir silently stared at the lake. The motorcycle should have sunk to the bottom. Even if he pulled it out, he didn't know if it would still be usable. If he did pull it out, he would have to go back into the water.

“No, thank you,” Mil decided immediately.

He wasn't even worried about a motorcycle falling into the lake; it wasn't his anyway.

"Wait, what if Old Wang causes me trouble?" Mil stroked his chin, deep in thought. It was a small matter if Old Wang caused him trouble, but it would be a big problem if he told Eileen.

Just imagining Eileen's furious reaction when she finds out he stole Old Wang's car, sped through the streets, and even drove into the lake sends chills down Mir's spine. Eileen would definitely force him back to his original form and then beat him up with a feather duster.

"At worst, I'll just get you a better one." Mil said as he walked down the street. Although he said that, he didn't have much money on him. How could he help Old Wang buy a better motorcycle?

Just then, Mill passed by the police station and saw the familiar, cool motorcycle parked there.

Just you!

No car keys? No problem, Carlo's master key comes with a key tag.

Wait a minute, isn't this stealing?

After a moment of silence, Mir decided to abandon the idea, since as the best student in the other world, he could never do such a thing.

Not to mention, the fat and thin policemen at the door became wary as soon as they saw him.

Wait, wouldn't it be better if Old Wang didn't know that I drove his motorcycle into the lake?

Mir stroked his chin, pondering how to prevent Old Wang from suspecting him.

Mil clenched his right fist and slapped his left palm: "At times like these, you should shift the blame onto someone else."

So how could he frame someone else? And who should he frame? Mill pondered.

Just then, a dejected-looking young man walked out of the police station and put the key in the motorcycle.

Mil squinted at the young man, then grinned and said, "Hehehehe..."

Chapter 142 How many times has this happened already?

Ur was as harmonious as ever today, with fresh air and clean streets. It would be even better if you just ignored the strangely moving motorcycle on the street.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street at the time due to the weather, but some still witnessed this bizarre scene:

A cool motorcycle sped down the street, so fast that it left a blur in its wake. But that wasn't the point. The point was that it made no noise whatsoever, only the clattering of its footsteps.