"Ah! Ah! Turn the steering wheel! Turn the steering wheel, we're going to crash!"
A scream from Raphael came from the vehicle.
Clearly, the current situation wouldn't cause him much harm.
Then, the small car-like vehicle flipped over on the ground, rolling a few times before stopping by the roadside.
The upward-facing car door opened, and Raphael crawled out, covered in dirt.
"Get out quickly, you're stepping on me!" Kafka's voice came from inside.
Then, the two quickly crawled out, brushing off the dust from themselves.
After tidying up, Raphael kept poking Kafka's forehead while scolding him: "Can't you handle it? A gold-level explorer who can't even drive something like this. The whole guild, except for those few kids, you're the only one who can't. Aren't you ashamed?"
Kafka was poked while being scolded, but he really couldn't argue back. He had no choice but to swipe away Raphael's finger from his forehead.
