JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 48 Fighting

"Why go to Naples? Because it's safe there, and you promised, Master, didn't you? Why are you so confused now?"

Satan was somewhat incredulous; he could sense that something had changed about his master again.

Even his plea for control over his own body was seriously rejected.

"I don't want to go anymore. I want to turn myself in. I'm a murderer."

His blue eyes no longer sparkled; they were just ordinary, as ordinary as a doll's.

"What? Could this be... a kind soul? Even though it's dead, it can be reborn?"

He crawled out of the secret passage, as if he meant what he said and was really going to turn himself in.

"No, turning ourselves in only gets us the death penalty. We can't die!"

"Well... there's no other way. I have to use my ability, even if it means risking being discovered."

After much deliberation, Satan finally sighed and decided to stop goodness.

He used mind manipulation on himself to prevent his body from leaving, and made him lie on the ground with his eyes wide open.

He then detached his soul, causing himself to gaze at himself, and then pulled kindness into his dream.

"Where am I?"

Kindness has returned, but this is the first time he has seen the world in his dream. The hidden door seems unchanged, but he always feels that something is a little strange about it.

He tried to crawl out of the small hole to find out what was going on, but suddenly a small thing fell onto his shoulder, startling him.

He turned around, looked at the cockroach on his shoulder, breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to catch it.

The cockroach jumped down again.

So he turned around as well. Behind him were cabinets, the surfaces of which reflected images, including his own face, like blurry mirrors.

"This is..."

He unconsciously moved closer and looked into his reflection in the "mirror," where the blue pupils trembled slightly, like flickering starlight.

"Go to hell."

The person in the mirror opens their mouth, and the thought suggestion is successfully activated.

What was supposed to be a thought suggestion that could make someone speak the truth in a dream completely affected the rationality of the kind-hearted Yedan here.

He then received the instruction, his eyes went out of focus, and he crashed into the thick wall next to the cabinet.

One blow, two blows... until his head was bleeding profusely and he collapsed on the ground, almost unconscious.

He had not regained consciousness before falling into a coma.

He could only vaguely see that the cockroach he had missed earlier had jumped out in front of him, its eyes, so small they were almost invisible, were able to gleam with the same light as in the mirror.

"...What's wrong with me? Am I asleep?"

Jedan awakens from reality, this time to evil, to the master of Satan.

"Master, let's take the money first, then go to Naples."

"Oh, oh... okay."

......

"Is selling bread profitable?"

The girl selling bread was stuffing the beautifully made cakes into her mouth.

"Um...no, no."

"Then how come you still have the money to attend this banquet?"

"Yes, I was invited here by the nobleman Di Wang, although I know this is not a place for me..."

She lowered her head, and her chewing speed slowed down.

"Is that the nobleman? The one who's talking to the prince?"

"Yes, the nobleman Di Wang is the one who booked this entire cabin, and he is also a good friend of the prince."

It turned out to be that polite nobleman; Chen Miaowen was indeed somewhat surprised.

"Also, eat less, or you won't be able to eat anything before the banquet officially starts."

"Uh-huh."

Naye, standing next to them, appeared much quieter, sipping his unidentified wine and watching the girl wolfing down her bread before smiling and striking up a conversation with her.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's getting late. We can't let our guests go hungry to demonstrate my princely hospitality. So... let the banquet proceed smoothly!"

The prince gave the signal in a very old-fashioned way: he manually popped the champagne bottle open with a screwdriver.

This scene almost made Chen Miaowen laugh. Even in this universe, everything seemed to perfectly match his impression of European countries.

After the champagne popped, the guests cheered, and Chen Miaowen, not wanting to be outdone, clapped along with the crowd.

Please take your seats.

Shall we take a seat?

Where did the seats come from?

The three people in the dessert area were a bit confused.

Then, to their disbelief, dozens of high-level massage chairs slowly rose up in an open space outside the dessert area, thanks to some kind of mechanism.

There was even one seat that was pressing against Hol Hol's buttocks.

"Uh, high-tech?"

"I don't know either."

The dining table was also raised, truly exuding a sense of luxury.

So the guests took their seats as they pleased, chatting and laughing.

"Are you going to Diwang's place?"

"No, he has something to do with the prince, I can't interfere, just sit here."

They sat down on the chairs closest to the dessert area, and could grab a piece of cake while eating.

"Massage chairs as banquet seats, this is truly unprecedented."

Despite saying that, he still sat down with doubts.

"We still need to be cautious and think about why this prince would personally come to greet me."

He was thinking, while the other two were enjoying the massage with their eyes half-closed, savoring the comfort before the food was served.

This table has only three people, and only three people can sit there. In some places, there is only one person, while in others there are five or six people.

Looking at it this way, this high-end massage chair and dining table can even detect the movement of people nearby and then automatically rise according to the number of people.

"Ahem, before the banquet, we need to..."

Bang----,

Suddenly a fight broke out, and some tables were overturned.

It's Hol Hols, and the man whose big toe was injured earlier.

Although the fight was fierce, it surprisingly did not cause any chaos, which was somewhat unexpected for Chen Miaowen.

"You dare to embarrass yourself with your pathetic magic? Just because the prince is backing you up, you think you can be this arrogant? Don't forget who's behind me!"

"Watch your step!"

Holmes smiled and gave a hint, then, after dodging the opponent's attack, he shot the opponent's left big toe again.

This time, however, the man seemed impervious to pain, lunging forward with bared teeth and claws, clinging tightly to Holmes, even pinching his nostrils with two fingers.

"Hey, hey! You fucking let go!"

Hol Hols tried to break free, but for some reason, despite being a size larger than his opponent, he was held firmly in place.

He didn't fire again, but retaliated with two fingers, poking the other man's nose, as if they were having a contest to see whose nose was more durable.

"What is this...a juggling act?"

No wonder no one panicked or caused chaos and ran away.

After all, in this kind of situation, everyone would want to stay and see who wins and who loses.

"Uh, why didn't the prince come to stop it?"