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Dekan reached out and grabbed the magic airship’s control lever and began to try lifting it back into the air.

It was the simplest operation but also the most effective thing to do right now.

For now, keep the magic airship flying in the sky.

Dekan needed the magic airship to stay in the air for a bit longer.

Even if it was just for a dozen seconds, he would have a chance to master the operations of the magic airship.

Ordinary people might not be able to get the hang of handling a magic airship so quickly but Dekan was different.

Whether it was mechanics or magical engineering, he had a unique understanding toward them.

Having watched the pilot manipulate the magic airship for a while just now, Dekan had a rough idea of a few commonly used operations.

Compared to the complex controls of an airplane, the feeling of piloting a magic airship was more like driving a car.

The control was somewhat similar to a manual transmission car.

As it was propelled by wind magic, there wasn't a huge difference between being in the air and on the ground.

"Piece of cake."

Dekan's mouth curved into a confident smile.

He felt like he had got the hang of it.

It was a familiar path.

After a brief experiment, Dekan knew how to control the Wind Magic Airship.

He gradually stabilized the airship.

At this point, the passengers in the cabin probably wouldn't notice that the pilot had changed.

Dekan slightly turned his head and glanced at the unconscious pilot lying on the ground.

"Sigh, am I here to travel or to volunteer?"

Dekan sighed helplessly.

He couldn't rely on this scoundrel.

Even if he sobered up, Dekan couldn't let him take control again.

Dekan reluctantly had to volunteer this time.

What does it mean to be an outstanding citizen of the Norton Kingdom?

Defeat the hijackers, rescue the hostages, and now help pilot an airship; Dekan believed that when he returned to the capital, the king should at least commend him.

"Well, I don't know if the Resurgence Church still has any more tricks up their sleeve, but for now, the best strategy is to get everyone to a safe place as soon as possible."

Dekan always felt that the Resurgence Church's plan wasn't that simple.

Since his informant, Ourola, specifically mentioned Tristin Magic Academy in her intelligence report, it indicated that the Resurgence Church's mission was likely related to this institution.

Dekan being kidnapped was probably just one part of the entire plan.

However, logically speaking, the Resurgence Church shouldn't cause much trouble in broad daylight.

The only thing Dekan was concerned about was if the Resurgence Church decided to play dirty, break the rules and disregard fair play.

Although Dekan had extensive experience in cross-tier combat, he still felt uneasy about the Resurgence Church using unconventional methods.

If the difference between tiers was simply too great and if he didn’t have any preparation, even Dekan would have a headache.

"Humm humm..."

Dekan picked up the intercom unit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Rejoice Airlines Flight T11557. In order to provide you with a safe and thrilling flying experience, please fasten your seatbelts. Please take care of the elderly, children, and passengers who need assistance."

After the necessary announcement, Dekan disconnected the intercom and put down the unit.

When he once again grasped the steering wheel with both hands, his gaze became focused.

His movements were quick and resolute.

Dekan's personal driving style had always been "nobody will win in a 0-100 kmph race against me."

So, under Dekan's control, the magic airship began an unprecedented acceleration.

"Oh, wrong course."

Dekan suddenly realized that although he could now smoothly pilot the magic airship, a slight mishap caused by the drunken pilot had deviated the airship from its predetermined route.

He needed to adjust the direction first.

Now, a normal person would choose to slow down and adjust the direction at this point.

But not Dekan!

He wanted to drift!

With fluid and precise movements, Dekan began drifting the entire magic airship, creating a miraculous arc in the air.

"Argh..."

The previously drunken pilot lying on the ground was suddenly jolted awake.

"Wait, stop, quickly stop..."

He just wanted Dekan to quickly cease these absurd maneuvers.

Even though he, in his intoxicated state, had no authority to command Dekan, he knew that a magic airship wasn't supposed to be operated this way.

"What? Not fast enough?!"

Dekan grabbed the control lever, shifted to the highest gear, and slammed the throttle.

At that moment, the pilot felt like he had ascended into the light.

He soared into the air and then bounced around the cabin like a pinball hitting a wall.

As Dekan accelerated and drifted, the chaotic atmosphere in the cabin quieted down.

But soon after, more chaotic screams erupted.

Many passengers were forcefully jolted awake.

They felt like their hearts were about to jump out of their chests!

Mielle tightened her seatbelt. Although her expression appeared calm, the blood vessels near her temples twitched slightly.

It was evident that Mielle also found it challenging to cope with Dekan's intense acceleration.

Seated beside her, Alice, despite Mielle securing her seatbelt early, was feeling disoriented due to Dekan's maneuvers.

"Mielle, save me..."

She reached out attempting to grab Mielle's hand but was unable to find it.

"Wuuu… Sniff sniff... let me down, I won't ever ride a magic airship again." Alice cried out helplessly.

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Dekan thought that by now, the passengers should be conscious of their safety needs. Those who needed to be woken up were likely awake now. It was time to give them a moment to settle down and fasten their seatbelts. Then, he could accelerate with confidence.

Dekan pulled the control lever, slowing down and picking up the intercom again.

"Humm humm."

"Attention, passengers. Please fasten your seatbelts in the upcoming minute. After one minute has passed, we will be heading to the magical city of Tristin at full speed. Thank you for your cooperation."

Dekan's friendly voice echoed in the cabin again.

While maintaining a slow pace, he lightly tapped the steering wheel.

Soon, the real speed and excitement would begin.

At that time, he wouldn't decelerate until he reached the destination.

"Ughh!"

The pilot, covering his head, crawled closer to Dekan. Dekan's maneuvers forcefully sobered him up.

"You, you can't pilot an airship like this!"

The pilot strongly criticized Dekan's driving style.

"What are you talking about?"

Dekan looked at the pilot with some confusion.

But soon, Dekan no longer focused on the pilot and turned his attention back to the road ahead.

"Clearly, you were the one piloting all the way. You were completely drunk and hallucinating that a student was helping you steer the ship."

Dekan muttered to himself.