About eight hours after Breakfast was served, Vincent and I stepped out of the airport, and we weren’t alone. Unlike my original plans, which saw the two of us moving about the city until we located a quiet place to settle my fake butler, a certain princess had decided to invite herself along for our trip.
"I don’t see what the big deal is; it’s not like I used any of our real names to get the plane tickets." Mumbling to herself as she walked behind me with her head hanging, Renni continued the poutfest she had been performing since the moment we left the mansion in London.
’I told you to shut up; I have established a mental channel for us to speak with, so fucking use it. The last thing I need is for someone to get suspicious because of that big ass mouth of yours.’ I snapped at her, causing Renni’s steps to falter for a second.
The source of this c𝐨ntent is freeweɓnovēl.coɱ.
’I’m sorry, alright, jeeze, I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal if I came along; between my stealth ability and your Mind powers, this should be a walk in the park.’ Dragging her feet, Renni loaded into the back of a town car behind me while Vincent took the front passenger seat.
’That isn’t the point, Xilia; you were meant to stay at the base in case someone shows up; now that is out the window, what would you do if someone caught onto our ruse?’ Crossing my arms, I shot her a glare before snorting and looking out the window.
’That won’t happen, Xipher; we quadruple-checked everything. All traces of my family ever living in the mansion, let alone appearing there, have been erased; you even mind-wiped the Security staff…why are you so paranoid about this?’ She asked while placing her backpack onto her lap and sitting like a proper lady.
"Fahrer, bitte bringen Sie uns nach Norden, wir suchen einen Ort, an dem wir unsere Familie unterbringen können."
((Driver, please take us north; we are looking for a nice place to settle our family down in,))
Speaking in fluent German but with a slight accent I couldn’t place, something like a weird cross between English and Scottish, Vincent gave rough directions to the town car driver, and soon we were off.
As I hadn’t been paying attention to anyone in particular speaking the Language, it was only once it came out of Vincent’s mouth that a sharp pain slammed into my head as I "Downloaded" the entire German Language.
With a sniffle, I reached up and used the back of my hoodie’s sleeve to wipe the trickle of blood running down my nose away and ignored the concerned looks being directed at me from Renni.
’Are you alright? What happened? Are we under mental attack?’ The rapid fire of questions caused me to roll my eyes and answer, if not only to shut her up.
’I have a technique that allows me to access any information I’ve ever read, seen, or heard; all that HAPPENED was me downloading German, so now I’m fluent in it, just like Vincent.’ Grumpily running my tongue along the inside of my cheek, I propped my left elbow on the door’s armrest and stared out at the city flying by.
’Woah…that’s awesome. Can you use it on me? It would be cool to learn a bunch of languages, I could ….’
’Not happening; setting aside the annoying requirements and conditions to do so, I doubt you’d be able to handle the pain that accompanies having a massive surge of data imprinted into your mind. That fact aside, don’t forget that you were the one who didn’t want me to mess around in your head since you’re afraid it would wipe the Talent and Skills you’ve copied.’
’It couldn’t have hurt that bad; you didn’t even flinch and only wiped away a small amount of blood from your nose.’ Renni retorted as she matched my pose, mirroring my posture with her right elbow propped up on the door.
’My pain threshold is through the roof, so it doesn’t affect me much; however, when I used the technique on Vincent, he thrashed about screaming and bleeding all over the place for hours on end, and that was for just one language.’
’Pray tell, do you wanna go through that? If you do, then sure, I have no problem torturing you by imprinting several languages directly into your brain.’ Turning my head in her direction, I put on my most sadistic smile, freaking Renni out and making her back-peddle her statement.
’Uh…I’m good; I’ll just be the eye candy and let you guys handle the talking." With a gulp, Renni quickly tossed away the idea and fell silent, giving me a pleasant rest of the drive as we aimlessly drove around, looking for a place to settle Vincent down.
Yet even after 2 hours, we still hadn’t found anyplace that I considered suitable, that is, until we passed a certain sign on the highway, and I broke into a wide grin.
It was ironic and humorous to me that we ended up close to a place with such a tragic backstory, but having a serial killer setting roots in that town was almost a storybook perfect in my mind.
’Vincent, have the driver take us there,’ I said through our mental connection while sending him a visual memory of the sign.
’Yes, milord,’ he responded quickly and without concern before leaning over and talking directly to the driver.
But upon hearing the town we wished to go, he had a physical reaction to the name. Both his demeanor and body language seemed to shift into that of a defensive and offended posture and attitude.
That was to be expected, though; this town and a few others in Germany had Horrendous histories, ones filled with terror and blood, all of which revolved around a certain small mustached man.
My father told me stories about being stationed in Germany for a while while he was in the Army. The gist of his story was that NO German he came in contact with would acknowledge or even speak of the things that Hitler did during the war, so in my eyes, there was nothing out of the ordinary when it came to the driver’s reaction, as he appeared to be in his late 50’s early 60’s.