Pablo revealed his fake identity to the Chief and the Chief didn’t believe him right away.
"A Private Detective? Who hired you?" He asked.
"Someone from the Glory city. A Royal." Pablo lied.
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"Do you have any proof?"
"I don’t. But I can certainly show you that I am a detective."
"Oh. Show it then."
Pablo’s lips curled up.
"You are blind."
The Chief flinched.
"What?" Cupid exclaimed.
Sera was taken aback as well.
Even Andrezj was surprised.
"Heh." The Chief let out a dry laugh. "Smart man you are, Pablo."
The old man removed his black shades and a pair of pale white eyes peered at Pablo.
"I am really blind."
Pablo was right.
"How did you get to know?" The chief asked.
"The moment you came out of the bunker, you didn’t know where I was until I spoke. You just stood in front of me by intuition. You were moving your ears to hear the lowest of the sounds.
You got to know I had someone else with me by the sound of their breathing. But you didn’t know whether it was a girl or not. So you asked, ’Who is behind you?’ if you would have asked, ’Who is the girl behind you?’ then I would not have considered you blind."
"Is that so? But just asking a question in a certain way doesn’t show a person is blind or not."
"That is true. But you played safe by asking who is behind me. Most men would have asked who is that girl behind me, because they would be interested in her. But since you didn’t know it was a girl, you didn’t ask like that.
Those who got fooled by your words and believed your eyes are fine, are the ones who have bad eyes in reality. But not me. Because unlike them and you…"
Pablo stretched the skin under his eyes and smiled.
"I am not blind."
"Fine. I believe you. That was some weird observation and deduction but you are somehow right. But why did a Royal hire you to help us villagers? Since when did they become so helpful?" The Chief asked.
"They hired me not to help you all. They hired me because they don’t want people inside this slum. They want this slum empty." Pablo made something up.
"I see. Fine. You can do that royal’s job and my job as well."
’His job?’
"So now you fully believe me?" Pablo asked. He was confused about what the Chief said about his job but he would figure it out anyway.
"Yes." The Chief wore his shades again.
"Can you tell me your name now?" Pablo would not like to call him Chief all the time.
"I am Socrates." The Chief’s name was Socrates.
"Nice name. Very original."
"I know. But that isn’t important. Come to the bunker, we will talk there."
’I hate bunkers.’
"No. Call all the villagers outside. I will talk to them in an open area." Pablo suggested otherwise.
"The bunker is a good choice though. Why not?" Socrates asked. He saw no reason for Pablo to refuse.
"The bunker isn’t good for my skin. Call them out."
"Alright." Socrates agreed in the end and looked inside the entrance of the bunker.
"Everyone, come out. He is an ally."
"Are you sure, chief? I don’t trust the Royals, much less a detective hired by them."
"Don’t worry. Come out."
"As you say."
’So they could hear even from the bunkers.’
After Socrates’ order, one by one villagers came out.
Five minutes went by and now all the villagers were standing in front of Pablo.
Pablo counted them and they were five thousand in numbers.
’Darcel’s village had only near hundred people. This is a big village it seems.’
The villagers were giving Pablo a cold look. They were looking at him with suspicion.
There were some children as well and only they were taking it easy. They were playing among themselves.
Nevertheless, it was high time Pablo should start his mission.
"Is there any big place here where all of you can sit and I can tell you things." Pablo asked Socrates.
"Come with me." Socrates started walking.
The villagers followed their Chief and Pablo walked behind the villagers.
Sera silently followed Pablo.
After two minutes, everyone stopped.
"Make way for him." Socrates said.
The villagers scattered and a path was made in front of Pablo.
Pablo walked on that straight path and reached Socrates.
In front of him was a big tree. But it was not green. It was black.
It had no leaves on it but it was still standing.
There was a round border around the tree made of stone and it was supposed to be a seat for relaxation.
"Sit there and we will sit on the ground." Socrates said.
Pablo looked at the ground.
"You will sit here? At least clean the ground."
Pablo found the ground dirty. No. He didn’t find it dirty, it was really dirty.
"Don’t worry about that. You just go and sit."
Pablo sighed and went to sit on the stone border of the tree. Sera stood beside him.
He waited for the villagers to sit and he wanted to see how they would sit on the ground filled with excretions of animals and rotten food.
"Foro." Socrates spoke.
"Yes, Chief." One villager replied.
"Do it." Socrates said and the villager, Foro, raised his right leg in the air.
Pablo watched closely and Foro then stomped his leg on the ground.
THUMP!
A loud impact happened on the ground and Pablo waited for something to happen.
For a few seconds, nothing happened but after three more seconds, Pablo saw the change.
Out of the ground itself, white tiles came out and in just a few seconds, the dirty ground was replaced by clean white tiles.
’It’s good.’ Pablo liked what he saw.
"Sitting on hard white tiles will hurt though." Pablo said.
Socrates smiled. "Geto. Do it."
One more villager was called and he began his thing.
He put both his hands on the ground and murmured.
Pablo couldn’t hear what he was saying and after a few seconds, Ghetto stopped doing whatever he was doing.
Pablo saw no changes on the white tiles and even after waiting for a few seconds, nothing happened.
"Is something supposed to happen?" Pablo asked.
"What happened is…" Socrates and the other villagers sat on the white tiles. "This."
Pablo frowned. He watched closely and when he saw what actually happened he was amused again.
’So the tiles have become a mattress now. Must be comfortable.’
It was really comfortable. The villagers sat on the tiles with ease.
"Speak, detective. Whatever you want to say." Socrates spoke. Everyone was ready to listen.
Pablo nodded and put his elbows on the knees.
He leaned forward and the first thing he said was…
"Do you have food?"