Another carriage was following Pablo and he didn’t know that.
He was busy thinking about his next steps.
"Are you a royal, good sir?" The carriage driver asked.
"I have a Black card. If it counts to something."
"Then you are a big person, my lord. Forgive me if I say something out of line."
The driver changed his attitude instantly. He became more respectful to Pablo.
"It’s fine. Don’t worry." Pablo said. He didn’t have time to get angry at the driver anyway.
His mind was consumed by his mission.
The passenger area of the carriage was covered from both sides so Pablo couldn’t see anything outside as well. He was left with his mind only.
"Why are you going to that cursed village, my lord?"
Pablo’s ears stood up.
"Cursed village? Why do you say that?"
’Is the news Public?’
"There are rumors going around about that village. Saying it is making everyone sick and even the Glory city isn’t safe from that. Some kind of white mist they are talking about."
’So they still consider it as rumors. Not sure for how long they will do that.’
Pablo had read all the details of the Village so he knew all about the white mist, the Village Chief, the Count of Glory city.
Though, not everything was mentioned in the Black book.
Like Pablo didn’t know that all the villagers have shifted themselves to the Hermit slums.
"I am just going there to see what’s up." Pablo said.
"Oh. Are you a private detective, my lord?"
’That’s not how you come to conclusions.’
"Yes. That I am." Pablo played along.
"Haha. Great. I never saw a private detective in person. Too poor to hire one. I heard they are very smart, my lord. Are you too?"
’I don’t want another test.’
"I can’t praise myself now, can I?" Pablo replied.
"Right. Let me ask a riddle then."
’Don’t make me kill you.’
Pablo stayed quiet but that didn’t stop the driver from asking a riddle.
"Three different doctors said that Paul is their brother yet Paul claims he has no brothers. Who is lying?"
Pablo sighed. ’He asked anyway.’
Pablo would have liked to not spend his brain power on some riddles but he put some thought into it.
"This is a tough one." Cupid shared her thoughts.
Pablo smiled. "No one is lying."
"Huh? Why?" The driver asked.
"Because the three doctors are Paul’s sisters."
"Ohho. Absolutely right, my lord. You sure have the brains." The driver praised Pablo.
"I didn’t even think that way. You are smart, Pablo." Cupid praised him as well.
’It’s not a big deal.’
"Answer this one then." The driver wasn’t finished.
’How did it come to this?’ Pablo regretted saying he was a Private detective.
"What can you hold in your right hand, but never in your left hand?" The driver asked the next riddle.
"Hmm? What could it be? Is it something lewd?" Cupid thought for the answer.
Pablo, however, just said :
"Your left hand."
"Bravo. Haha. You have good brains, my lord."
"Exactly. Very good."
’How is this even difficult?’ Pablo just wanted some peace.
"Alright. One more." The driver still wasn’t done.
’Where does he get so many riddles?’
"What’s your name?" Pablo asked.
"Oh. The name’s Watson."
’The hell? What a coincidence.’
"Listen, Watson, I don’t want to ans-"
"You see a boat filled with people. It has not sunk, but when you look again you don’t see a single person on the boat. Why?" Watson asked the riddle anyway.
"Let’s play, Pablo. We have too much free time." Cupid liked the game.
’You have free time. Not me. I have to save a goddamn city.’
"Come on. There is no harm in doing this."
’Useless.’
"Repeat the question." Pablo said. He would better answer the riddle than to talk with Cupid.
"Sure." Watson repeated the question. "You see a boat filled with people. It has not sunk, but when you look again you don’t see a single person on the boat. Why?"
"Maybe they all went into hiding?" Cupid guessed.
"You don’t see a single person because all the people were married." Pablo said.
"Correct."
"Shit. I will get it right next time." Cupid was looking forward to the next riddle.
"Answer this one now." Watson was ready.
"What disappears as soon as you say its name?"
’This riddle is used against children.’
"A thief? Or a ghost?" Cupid guessed again.
"Silence. Which I want right now." Pablo answered.
"Right again. You are amazing, my lord."
"Not again. Why can’t I think of that?" Cupid punched the carriage. Her hand went through though.
"Answer this one, my lord." Watson was on a roll.
"This one I will surely answer." Cupid was ready.
"What is able to go up a chimney, when down but unable to go down a chimney, when up?" Watson asked.
"A fat man? No. Santa Claus from the Earth? Ahngh. What is it?" Cupid tried her best.
"An Umbrella." Pablo answered again.
"Absolutely right. And you are answering very fast too. You must be one expensive Private Detective, my lord."
’He will ask one again.’
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"Answer this then, my lord."
’As I thought. I have to stop him.’
"No. This time I will ask." Pablo said.
"Oh. Sure. Try me, my lord. I have a good head on my shoulders as well." Watson was confident.
Pablo smiled and asked..
"I kill when touched. I kill when disturbed. I kill when attacked. I kill when I am talked with. I kill when laughed at. I kill when I breathe. I kill when I am bored. I kill when someone makes me angry. I kill when I want. I kill when I don’t get what I want. I kill when someone irritates me. I kill when someone tries to be friendly with me. I kill when someone makes me their enemy. I kill when someone glares at me. I kill in day. I kill at night. I kill. I kill. I kill and kill and kill. What am I?"
"I hate saying it, but this one I know." Cupid knew the answer.
Watson, on the other hand, thought for a few minutes but in the end, he gave up.
"I don’t know. Who is it?"
"Look here." Pablo said.
Watson turned around.
Pablo smiled.
"It’s Me."