The answer to Pablo’s riddle was Pablo himself.
He told that to Watson with a smile and his smile sent shivers to the driver’s spine.
Pablo’s smile made him believe that Pablo really was the one who killed and killed and killed.
"I am sorry, my lord. I will stay silent now."
"Good. And run as fast you can. I will give you money. The Black card gives free access to such rides but I will pay you if you make me reach there before dark."
"Sure." Watson was serious now.
He increased his running speed and he too wanted to drop Pablo as soon as possible.
Pablo rested his head on the walls of the carriage and now he finally found some piece.
"You scared the poor man." Cupid said.
’He was asking for it. And you were finally able to get one riddle right.’
"Yeah. Yeah. If you would have used your brain for something good then you would have finished your job here sooner."
’Shut up.’
Cupid ranted some more and Pablo ignored her after that.
Watson didn’t disturb him after that as well and Pablo tackled the mission inside his mind.
’The Forsaken village was abandoned by the villagers after things went bad. Most likely, they all transferred inside the Hermit slums. The royals won’t let them live inside Glory city anyway.
I will first see the village from the outside. I won’t venture inside the mist. I will ask the villagers about the things they saw and also if I am allowed inside the Glory city, I will have an audience with the King as well. It will also help me for Draxus’ revenge. Yeah. And all this planning is useless. Nothing ever goes as planned in this accursed world.’
Pablo derived some back up plans for him as well. If things went wrong, Pablo would focus on surviving. As long as he was alive, he would manage the mission.
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But he was still tense as he had to finish it before three months.
Deep in thoughts, five hours went by and Watson was still running with the carriage.
But Pablo could sense that they had come far away from Numb city.
There was less noise. No hustle of people. It was quiet.
’Somehow, this feels nice.’
"Who Killed My Familyyyy?????!!!!"
’Or not.’
A rageful scream resounded in the area Pablo was in and Watson was forced to stop the carriage.
"What happened? Who screamed? And where are we?" Pablo asked all sorts of questions.
"We are in Crisis village, my lord. And a middle aged man is screaming and crying. It seems his whole family died or was killed. And all the villagers are standing around him."
’This is still Seraphim after all.’
"Keep moving. No need to get worked up." Pablo just wanted to do his mission.
"Okay." Watson shook his head and held the handle of the carriage again.
He bent his legs and…
"Wait!" The same scream came.
Watson stopped.
"What happened?" Pablo asked.
"He is calling us, my lord." Watson said.
"Ignore him. Just leave." Pablo said the same thing.
Watson prepared to run but he was too late.
"Wait!" The man arrived just in front of Watson.
’What is wrong with him?’ Pablo couldn’t understand the man.
"What is it, mate?" Watson asked the man.
"Are you coming from the City?" The man asked in return.
"Yes." Watson said.
"Then you must be carrying someone from the City, right? Who is it?" The man asked with hopeful eyes.
Watson gave an honest answer. "A Private Detective."
’Fucking hell.’ Pablo held his head. ’Why did I even agree to play along with him?’
"What? A private detective? Really?" The man dashed at the back of the carriage.
He poked his head inside and saw Pablo.
And he instantly clenched Pablo’s feet.
"Please help me, my lord. Someone killed my family. I am sure the killer is from this very village. Please help me. I will give you all my fortune."
’Of course.’ Pablo saw it coming.
"Help him." Cupid said.
’I have a mission to finish. And I am really not a detective.’
"Use your experience. He is begging."
Pablo stayed silent.
"Help me, my lord. If you can’t help me, then kill me as well." The man begged more.
He stained Pablo’s feet with his tears.
"Leave." Pablo said.
"No. I won’t leave. Help me or kill me." The man replied.
"How much fortune do you have?" Pablo asked.
"I have four cows and a thousand coins." The man revealed his fortune.
"Leave." Pablo didn’t consider those things as fortune at all. What would he do with cows anyway?
"No. I can… I can… I can give you fresh food. You can eat as much as you want. Just help me."
"Let’s go." Pablo stood up. He agreed.
"You will help me?" The man couldn’t believe it.
"As long as you don’t go back on your words."
"No. I will prepare a feast for you. All the proteins you need. Anything you want to eat."
Pablo nodded and left the carriage.
The man followed him.
Watson was smiling as well.
"I would get to see a detective performing live." He was excited the most.
The man walked in front of Pablo and he walked him to his house.
Pablo, however, didn’t enter the house and roamed his eyes on all the bystanders.
"My lord, come inside and see this." The man called. Watson was inside the house as well.
Pablo remained standing outside.
"What’s your name?"
"Darcel, my lord." The man’s name was Darcel and he was a proper village man. A mustache and a cowboy hat were on his face and head respectively.
"Come outside and tell them all who I am." Pablo said.
Darcel obliged and came out of the house.
Pablo kept his eyes on everyone as Darcel said :
"He is a Private Detective from the City."
GASP!
All the onlookers gasped and Pablo watched everyone closely.
He squinted his eyes at some people and nodded.
There were more than or equal to a hundred people around the crime scene and Pablo, after watching them for a few more seconds, finally entered the house and saw the scene.
’Not bad.’
There were four dead bodies inside the small house and they were just in the main hall of the house.
Three bodies belonged to the children and all of them were boys.
"What is-was the age of the Kids?" Pablo asked.
"One was ten years old, one was six and one was four. And the woman was my wife, Martha." Darcel answered.
Pablo nodded and sat down closer to the dead bodies.
He turned each body upside down, watching their back and front.
He touched various places on the bodies of three boys and the dead woman.
’Well, this is new here.’
Pablo examined for a few more seconds, and finally stood up.
"It’s a case of rape and murder."
Darcel’s eyes widened. "Someone raped my wife?"
"No." Pablo turned his head at Darcel.
"Someone raped your kids."