Chapter 28 About Sancho
Hearing the sound, both "Dantes" instinctively looked towards the door of the private room. Dante, still sleepy, secretly yawned. This was almost the best sleep he had ever had since he could remember.
Maupassant, who was traveling with his teacher to Spain to visit Lorca, looked at the unresponsive carriage and was a little confused. "This is the carriage, isn't it?"
But why would Mr. Dante suddenly go to Spain? Wasn't he always a homebody who didn't go out much? He didn't even attend the regularly held gatherings.
Inside the private room, there were soft footsteps, and then the back door was opened. The brown-haired youth had several red marks on his pale face, and his deep green eyes were like the purest ink. The air around him was very low.
The boy, realizing he might have woken them up, felt a little guilty. But hadn't they just transferred trains? They fell asleep in five minutes?!
"It's you."
Upon seeing the boy outside the door, Dante suppressed his slight displeasure and asked:
"Where's your teacher? What are you doing here all by yourself?"
"Teacher is still in the compartment. I heard you were on the train too, so I wanted to come and visit you. I didn't expect you to be asleep so early."
Maupassant's voice grew softer and softer. Dante was considered his senior, and he felt that going there so late at night had disturbed him. He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
After casually dismissing the little transcendent from France, Dante prepared to take another nap next to his own body, only to find the white-haired man who had previously blocked him at the door playing word games sitting next to X, giving him a smug smile.
Some Italian greetings.
Are you sure the person you're looking for is here?
After Dante and his group got off the train in Barcelona, they walked around and stopped frequently. Rather than calling him a tour guide or someone who led the way, the man known as Don Quixote was the real guide on this trip.
All actions revolved around him; he kept changing direction, eventually leading them to stop in front of this small villa.
There was a red-roofed house with a small windmill in the courtyard, and Dante knew the owner of this somewhat peculiar house.
This is undoubtedly Cervantes' house. Why would he bring them to the territory of another transcendent being? Could it be that he is the one they are looking for?
To be honest, he hadn't heard from Cervantes for a long time. It seemed that he had disappeared after the war. Dante and others had asked about him, but Lorca, who was also Spanish, just laughed it off.
He was Italian, so I couldn't ask him any further questions. Cervantes also refused his request to visit, so the matter was dropped.
My arrival here today was purely accidental. Strange noises suddenly came from inside the mansion, like a woman's screams and the sound of things being smashed. What on earth is Cervantes doing?
Don Quixote's expression changed; he could recognize Sancho's voice.
Sancho was definitely inside. As her superior, he couldn't let this situation continue. The white-haired man conjured a blood-red spiral spear in his hand and, ignoring his companions' reactions, charged straight in.
The moment he stepped into the courtyard, the noisy sounds from the villa, which had just resembled a crime scene, vanished instantly.
After a series of clattering footsteps, the door was flung open with a bang. Barefoot, Sancho stared blankly at his superior, tears streaming down his cheeks without her noticing.
“Father…” she murmured.
Behind her, a disheveled, red-haired Spanish youth with a deep bite mark on his face stared blankly at the uninvited guests outside and inside his yard. So many people!
With the battle of superpowers just ended, Cervantes, like the transcendent beings of every nation, is preparing to diligently play his role.
His "Don Quixote" features a composite superpower that can be used both during and after war, unlike Lorca's "The Bloody Wedding," which can only be used in war.
However, just when he was about to contribute to his country, his superpower suddenly changed. The part that could have been used in the post-war and peacetime periods turned into a humanoid superpower, and a crazy humanoid superpower at that.
When the incident occurred, he was chatting with his adjutant. The poor young man was almost punched right through by his superior's supernatural fist, forcing Cervantes to use his remaining supernatural ability to fight with both hands simultaneously.
As a result, he not only failed to fulfill his role, but also ended up helping to scrap several newly built, intact buildings.
Afterwards, Cervantes, who had barely managed to control his petite blonde superpower, was bitten hard on the face by her, leaving a deep tooth mark that hasn't faded yet.
Afterwards, he stared into thought at the sharp fangs of his own superpower, wondering why it looked like a legendary vampire.
After the report was submitted, the government conducted experiments on death row inmates. People bitten by his superpower would turn into mindless monsters, even those with superpowers. He escaped because he was the owner of the superpower.
If it were still during wartime, his mutated abilities could be used as a trump card. The problem is, the war is over, and now his humanoid abilities are a hot potato.
Finally, for the sake of national safety, he needed to keep an eye on this out-of-control superpower. So they were confined to the house, constantly battling wits and courage, until today, when his superpower suddenly quieted down and he regained his senses.
Among the group, only the white-haired, red-eyed man stood in the courtyard, his gaze passing over the head of his own superpowered being. Naturally, he didn't see the blond superpowered being with tears streaming down his face.
The red-haired youth's gaze had become so intense, as if he were looking at a savior, and he asked with gratitude:
"Is your ability to neutralize superpowers or to appease rampaging abnormalities? What is your name?"
"I am Don Quixote, you can just call me Quixote."
Upon seeing the red-haired youth, Don Quixote inexplicably felt as if he were seeing the progenitor of the Blood Demons, and he couldn't help but treat the man before him with the same attitude one would show to a high-ranking member of the family.
"Don Quixote?"
The white-haired family members nodded obediently, but the red-haired youth changed his attitude, no longer as amiable as before. He turned to look at the only familiar person in the group, who was standing next to another unfamiliar black-haired youth, completely ignoring his old acquaintance.
Cervantes's superpower is Don Quixote. With the appearance of a man named "Don Quixote," his rampaging superpower returned to normal, which is obviously not right.
The red-haired youth's enthusiasm subsided somewhat, and he asked Dante:
Did you bring them here?
“I just followed him; he came by himself.”
It means that it was the white-haired man's own action, and had nothing to do with anyone else.
Are you here to see me?
“I’m here to see Sancho, that’s her.”
I know, I heard my superpower call a man "father." Could it be that you have my superpower too?
The red-haired youth felt a strange urge to laugh.
He was holding a damp towel in his hand, which he used to wipe the dust off his face from fighting the supernatural abilities.
"She is my daughter."
For humans, family members are like children, so it's reasonable to say that Sancho is a daughter, Blood Demon thoughtfully added his own reasoning.
While Don Quixote was negotiating, the black-haired youth was secretly observing. The young Don Quixote was now without shoes. Where had Naxin gone? How could time travel have caused the child's shoes to disappear?
Thinking of Sancho Panza, who once took off his shoes during a medical examination and was tormented by the bloodlust of his now-extinct family, even Virgilius had to step in to suppress him.
That explains the sounds coming from inside the house earlier. It was Sancho fighting with the red-haired youth. Looking at the teeth marks on his face, X corrected, "No, it looks like he was holding him back."
Then I thought of Vergilius, who became Dante's superpower. So, are the superpowered people in this world comparable to the Color-level Enders?
It seems that I was right to stay in the company obediently. If a dozen color-level finishers came to attack, even the fourth army of R Company wouldn't be able to hold them off, unless I released the anomalies in the company and used the mechanism to kill them.
Then the world will be close to destruction. He was brought here to work by Angela, not to destroy the world.
X glanced at Dante beside him and the red-haired youth talking to Don Quixote, and thought that the company should be more careful in its actions and just focus on supplying energy.
Meanwhile, Cervantes also came to the conclusion that the white-haired, red-eyed man was likely of the same origin as his own superpower, yet there was a layer between them, like an identical counterpart. If his other half of his superpower also took on a human form, it would most likely be him.
“You can’t take her away, she’s a part of me.”
The young man rejected his "superpower," fearing that such a powerful weapon might fall into the wrong hands, and that it would be disastrous if experimental monsters were to appear on a large scale.
X replaced Don Quixote in the debate, and after this short trip, he could see that the technology and derivative products of this world were very backward, including energy.
“I wonder if Mr. Cervantes would like to learn about our company’s business.”
Like a diligent salesman, X began to promote Lobotomy Corporation's clean energy.
Money is a powerful motivator; if you don't spend it, it means you don't have enough. Energy is the most important resource in any era. Whether you're an exceptional individual or an ordinary person, no one can resist cheap and efficient clean energy.
Cervantes looked into the golden eyes of the dark-haired youth who was being followed by Dante, and suddenly felt like he was about to be sold.
"Let me think about it."
Having already foreseen the outcome, the Spanish overlord went upstairs to contact his superior to discuss the matter. He knew in his heart that Sancho might also be sent out as a safety net if things went wrong.
If what X said is true, then everything must yield to the nation.
Soon, the red-haired youth returned, this time completely devoid of enthusiasm, and entirely businesslike:
Do you have any samples that can serve as proof?
"certainly."
The head of Lobotomy Corporation certainly wouldn't carry endorphins with him, but Don Quixote definitely did.
Blood Demon received his superior's signal and took out the small bottle he had been carrying in his pocket.
The young man held up the bottle and waved it in front of Cervantes as if to show it off; the emerald green liquid rippled in the specially made glass bottle.
"This bottle, once diluted, can provide the city with a week's worth of electricity."
He shoved the bottle into the red-haired youth's hand.
"You can inspect the goods first; I'll stay here for now."
Lobotomy Corporation's Singularity Technology is called Mind Imagery, and the anomalies extracted from it originate from the ancient river flowing in the human mind. The endorphins produced from the anomalies are impossible to analyze, so we are not afraid of them studying the samples we send out.
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