Return of the Mythic Bloodline Chapter 217: Race against time

After thinking for a mont, I realised that what I had just said might have caused a misunderstanding on the other side.

"I-I an, I want you to co on a trip with ," I blurted out, trying to clear the misunderstanding.

"Oy, little shit, are you asking our manager out on a date?" Aryan’s amused voice ca through. "You’ve beco quite straightforward."

"Geezer, stop creating misunderstandings!" I snapped. "I want to visit the ancient city of Hastinapur in erut. It’s a 150 km trip one way, so I thought of asking Jasmine since she enjoys driving."

"Mr. Raj, when do you want to go?" Jasmine demanded, her voice clearly excited.

"Right now!"

After that, all I could hear were murmurs between Aryan and Jasmine.

"Guildmaster, may I go?"

"But there are a lot of things that need to be taken care of."

"Let her go. When was the last ti she had a break?" Sister Aisha’s voice also chid in.

"Fine, fine."

After a brief pause, Aryan asked, "Hello, little shit, you there?"

"Yeah!"

"When do you plan to return?"

"Today!"

"This idiot..." I could clearly imagine him letting out a disappointed sigh. "I’ve given Jasmine one and a half days off, so enjoy till tomorrow."

"Oh brother, why would you go ahead and do that," I sighed inwardly before speaking. "Alright then. Tell Jasmine I’ll be there within ten minutes."

"Ten minutes? Mr. Raj, I need at least an hour to pack and get ready!" Jasmine demanded.

"I’ve booked seats at a Korean restaurant with amazing food, but the booking will be cancelled within an hour."

"Mr. Raj, co and pick up from the guild within ten minutes!"

Beep!

Sighs... "I’m sorry, Jasmine. I’ll make it up to you later."

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"Hmm, the size of this body has beco pretty much the sa as my body in Vyoman," I murmured, looking at myself in the mirror.

I grabbed my long hair, pulled it back, and tied it with Nyria’s ribbon.

"Since I’m entering a D-Rank dungeon, I should wear the suit."

I pulled out the white T.S. exclusive from my inventory, got ready within two minutes, and reached the basent after informing Maa about the trip.

She was a little worried about going on a trip again due to the incident last ti, but when I told her I was going with Jasmine, she reluctantly agreed.

"Shit! Only fifty minutes remain before the appearance of the D-Rank gate."

I grabbed the keys of the Bugatti Chiron and carefully drove it to the guild, spending another ten minutes on the way.

There were two reasons why I asked Jasmine to co with . First, I wasn’t confident in my driving skills to reach the place within the ti fra, even though I had one of the fastest cars in the basent. Secondly, Maa would obviously not let go that far alone.

When I reached the gate of the guild building, Jasmine was already standing there, wearing short jeans and a crop top.

"What took you so loooooong—Oh my God, who are you?" she stamred, her eyes widening as I stepped out of the car.

"Stop ssing around and take the driver’s seat," I said, grabbing her bag.

"Mr. Raj, you should have told if you were going in formal attire," she whined. "I look like a total bumr in this dress now."

"You are looking cute though," I complinted without thinking much.

Just as I was about to get into the car, a hand grabbed my shoulder.

"Hehehe~! Look at you all dressed up," Aryan snickered, popping out of nowhere like a ghost. "Where did you buy this suit? It doesn’t suit you at all. But you know who it would suit."

With a grin, he pointed at himself, making give him a completely disgusted look.

"Oy, I’m gonna punch your fucking face if you don’t stop that nonsense!" he muttered, obviously pissed.

"Let go. We’re getting late!"

I tried to remove his hand from my shoulder, but he suddenly slipped sothing into my trouser pocket and pushed forward.

"Enjoy yourself. I’ll send so money to your account, so don’t be cheap and provide her with proper accommodation."

Not wanting to waste any more ti, I quickly got into the seat, fastened my seatbelt, and marked the gate’s location on the car’s GPS.

"It’s 130 kilotres from here and only forty-five minutes are left. Do you think we can reach there?" I asked, turning to Jasmine.

"If it were a regular car, we obviously couldn’t. But with this beast..."

Her face turned serious, her eyes locking straight ahead as she slamd the accelerator.

"We’ll reach even before the ti limit."

Within three seconds, the speedoter crossed 100 km/h. The road was wide and mostly empty, with only one or two cars belonging to fellow awakeners.

If this were before teleporting to Vyoman, I would’ve shit my pants at this speed. However, after using Blink—which basically let move at lightning speed—this didn’t affect in the slightest.

"The Bugatti can go over 400 km/h, so why are you only driving at 300?" I asked curiously.

"I thought you’d ask to slow down, but you actually want to go faster?" she stamred, her eyes still locked ahead. "However, we can’t go any faster than this. At full speed, the fuel tank would be empty before we reach the destination."

After ten minutes, we arrived at the border between Uttarakhand and the neighbouring state, Uttar Pradesh. A checkpoint had been set up at the state entrance.

"So even awakeners have to pay tolls to enter another state?" I asked.

"It’s not a toll," Jasmine explained. "This state is the territory of the Silver Sword Guild. When awakeners from different national guilds enter another guild’s territory, they need to provide information about their visit."

"It feels like India is already under the control of national guilds," I sighed.

"Not completely. The power balance is currently maintained between the national guilds and the governnt because of the National Awakener Academy and the Awakener’s Association, which operate under governnt authority."

While we talked, Jasmine filled in the reason for our visit in the digital register provided by the checkpoint worker.

From there, it only took another thirty minutes to reach Hastinapur.

"Mr. Raj, we’re already here. Why can’t I see any Korean restaurant?" she asked, her gaze filled with doubt.

"Well, the thing is..."