JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 46 Invitation, Grave, Escape

Are you drunk?

"No, no. Waaah..."

Nayevi suddenly vomited all over the ground, causing Chen Miaowen, who was trying to help him, to step back in time and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hey, hey, listen to me... those were just, just two ordinary screwdriver cocktails, how could they... knock out Nayee, such a burly man... waaaah..."

He kept vomiting, and Chen Miaowen could only watch helplessly, unable to lend a hand.

If you can't hold your liquor, don't force yourself.

"I'm not...drunk, I don't...have a low alcohol tolerance, hiccup~"

He eventually collapsed to the ground, his vision blurring.

"Don't die here."

Chen Miaowen remained silent, but then he saw a servant come out of the cabin and, undeterred by the filth, gently help the delirious Nayevi to his feet.

"Sir, is this your friend?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, this gentleman is intoxicated and needs to rest. He also needs some tea and medication. He cannot sober up for the time being..."

"It's okay, take him to rest, don't worry about me."

"Okay, thank you."

The waiter bowed and helped Nayevi back to the cabin.

It was just a minor incident, nothing special, and Chen Miaowen still didn't know what he should do next.

"Hey friend, what are you doing here? This filth...shouldn't the crew be cleaning it up? Hey! Sailor Joe, come and clean this up!"

Another person approached Chen Miaowen to talk, which made him wonder if he had some kind of attractive quality, such as being handsome or having an extraordinary temperament.

He turned his head at the sound, only to see Hol Hols holding a gun, and his smile vanished.

Why is it another Stand user?

He was starting to suspect that he was trapped in a vortex. Every time he traveled in this world, or even just changed locations, there would be Stand users haunting him, approaching him for whatever reason.

"What do you want to do?"

To avoid getting involved in any more nonsense, he naturally didn't give this sycophant a friendly look.

"Well, the prince wants to invite you to dinner with him... Of course, he has also invited quite a few nobles. You don't need to worry too much, because this is the first time the prince has seen you. It would be unbecoming of a host if he didn't invite you."

"I'm not going."

"You have no choice but to go, or I'll resort to force."

He raised the emperor, pointing the gun at Chen Miaowen.

"You should have witnessed my magic before."

Chen Miaowen paused for a moment, seemingly stumped by some difficult problem, and was speechless.

If he reacted quickly enough and dodged the bullets, he would expose his identity as a Stand user, and he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

If one were to dismiss it like an ordinary person, one might actually be shot, after all, Hol Hol, entrusted by the prince, is extremely loyal.

He gave the order to kill anyone who refused, and he should have kept his word.

"Alright, fine. I can laugh at the way you're holding that air, but you can put away that spell pose now, because it scares me."

Hol Holmes laughed.

"You're quite humorous. It's okay, you can laugh. I don't know how to cast spells."

He put away the silver pistol, as if it had vanished into thin air.

"Then, see you at six o'clock tonight."

Holmes adjusted his hat brim, turned and left like a victorious cowboy.

"No wonder no one doubted it when people said you got your mouth smashed in a one-on-one gunfight; after all, it could very well be true..."

Chen Miaowen silently complained to himself.

Another little incident occurred: he finally had an idea, which was to go have lunch.

He bypassed the luxurious cabins and, a few minutes later, found a restaurant that was even more extravagant. Outside the door stood two burly men, who seemed to be gatekeepers, the gatekeepers who kept the poor away.

"Well......"

He dared not go in, fearing that while he was eating, he might be stripped naked and thrown out of the restaurant because he couldn't afford to pay.

"How about we just put up with this for now... and then go back to Nayevi to get some instant noodles?"

He was preparing to head home.

"Um... sir, if you're short on money and can't afford a meal, how about trying my bread?"

Another person approached him to talk.

She was a little girl, a little girl with braids who sold bread; she probably wasn't a Stand user.

"How much?"

"1000 lira, very cheap, and delicious."

That's about four yuan, and Chen Miaowen could buy at least several hundred more with the money he had, so it wasn't very expensive.

"Give me three, uh, buttery ones."

"it is good."

She smiled faintly, walked to her bread cart, put on gloves, selected three hot loaves of bread, quickly bagged them, and handed them to Chen Miaowen in less than ten seconds.

"Eat it while it's hot."

Of course he had to eat it while it was hot; he was starving.

"Hmm, not bad, but the bottom looks a bit burnt."

"Huh? Really?"

Chen Miaowen handed it to her to look at, and she examined it carefully, unaware that a richly dressed nobleman had come up behind her.

"The usual, two, blueberry flavor."

"Ah, sir, wait a moment."

The girl glanced at the person behind her, then hurried back to the cart.

"Sir, let me get you a different bread. That one might be..."

"No, no need, it's just a little burnt."

He had bread in his mouth, glanced at the nobleman in front of him, and the nobleman also glanced at him, smiling broadly.

"Hello."

"Hello."

Pass by.

Chen Miaowen initially thought this nobleman was there to cause trouble, the kind who wanted to cause chaos.

Unexpectedly, those wealthy people were regular customers of the bread stand.

"But he's still a fairly polite nobleman, at least better than that arrogant prince."

He hummed a little tune as he returned to the cabin.

......

"Could it be? Requiem?"

"No, I don't know. At that time, there was no sign of life in that child... It's a pity that I can't directly detect the hidden Stand from the dead."

They couldn't believe the idea was true, but they still left the church and went to the cemetery they had visited before.

Upon seeing the loose soil on a grave, Rongrong had already guessed the truth.

"Dig it open."

Within minutes, everything inside the coffin was revealed.

There was nothing inside; the doors weren't even closed properly.

"That dead child is the demon you speak of."

After a long silence, the tortoise spoke, bringing Rongrong back to her senses and forcing her to face reality.

He was somewhat dazed, because he had personally let the murderer go and even held a dignified funeral and dug a respectable grave for him.

"I...I'm so sorry."

Rongrong lowered her head.

......

The demon that Rongrong was looking for had already escaped, even though he hadn't paid back the money for the meal.

"Those lunatics, they only pay twenty lira to wash a pair of chopsticks, who the hell would do that?"

He escaped through the back door, taking advantage of the chefs' inattention.

"Which way is the best to go? Satan?"

"Let's go to Naples. My gut feeling tells Satan that it should be safe there."