Pablo started his talk asking if the Villagers had any food with them.
All the villagers were serious and they were eager to hear what Pablo had to say but the man talked about food. And that removed all the seriousness from the air.
"Seriously? Food?"
"We are living in this filth and you are asking for food?"
"Aren’t you a big shot detective? You should have eaten before coming here."
The Villagers lashed on Pablo and before things could escalate, Socrates raised his hand.
Everyone went silent and Socrates looked at Pablo.
"The reserve of food we have is only for women, elders and children. And that will not long for much time as well. All the adults haven’t eaten anything for five days. We have only been drinking water. That too, because of someone’s Ego, We have no food, detective. We can’t help you in that matter."
Socrates explained their situation with diligence and Pablo just looked at all of them.
"Wow. You people sure are dumber than you look." Pablo shared his honest thoughts.
"What did you say?" The villagers got angry.
"I just asked you all if you have food with you. When did I say that I want to eat?" Pablo iterated.
"Then?" Socrates asked.
"I just wanted to know if you all have food or not. Just answer that."
"No. We don’t have food. Now what?" One villager barked.
Pablo nodded and removed one of the two bracelets from his left hand.
"Here." He threw it at Socrates.
"What’s this?" Socrates asked, the villagers tried to get a look as well.
"Check it." Pablo said.
Socrates did it as he shoved his hand inside the bracelet.
"It’s full." The old man said.
Pablo smiled. "See what’s it full with."
Socrates touched the contents and the next second, his eyes lit up.
"It’s filled with food!"
"What?"
"Food."
"Is this for us?"
The villagers were instantly hyped up.
"Yes. I brought food for you all. And it’s very much. You can eat all you want." Pablo shared the big news.
"Really?"
"After a long time."
"A feast."
"Empty it, Chief."
The Villagers couldn’t wait to eat. They haven’t had food for five days after all.
"Not now." The Chief, however, refused.
"Why?" Everyone asked.
The chief didn’t reply to the villagers and gave a look at Pablo.
"Why are you doing this? I know no one cares. And yet, you brought food for us. You are just a detective. What will you get from doing all this?" Socrates asked a series of questions.
When the Villagers heard the questions, they too calmed down. Their Chief was right. Why would someone help some poor villagers?
All of them stared at Pablo for an answer. An answer that satisfied them.
"You all are thinking too much. The royal hired me to make you all leave this place. And to do that, I have to make your Village suitable for living again.
If I manage to do that, I will get some good rewards from that Royal. And I gave you food because you won’t be able to help me in hunger. Your brain won’t work that well. And what if you die of hunger. This mission demands all of your cooperation. That’s why I am making sure that we all stay fit and on good terms with each other."
Pablo explained his reasons. He mixed some lies and truth and created a good answer.
Now he just waited for the Villagers.
"Makes sense." One villager broke the ice.
"Yeah. We are all dealing with our own things."
"He gets something and we get something. Fair deal."
One by one, all the Villagers accepted Pablo’s answer.
Now only Socrates was left to say something.
"Just agree, Chief."
"Yeah. We will all die of hunger like this."
"I just want to eat something."
Socrates sighed. "Fine. Let’s eat."
"Yay!"
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"Let’s go!"
"Thank you, detective."
"You are a good detective. You brought food with you because you knew we would be hungry."
"Do it, Chief."
The Villagers were happy and Socrates stood up.
"Foro, make the sitting area bigger. We will eat right here. We all are too hungry to change places to eat."
"Right away."
The same villager who turned the dirty ground into white tiles stood up and stomped his leg.
The white tiles increased for more ground and now it was also touching the stone pavement Pablo was sitting on.
"Join us, detecti-Pablo." One villager called. He even used his name. That was a good sign.
"No. Please eat. I am full. I will wait. Take as long as you want. I am in no hurry." Pablo said with a smile.
The Villagers smiled in return and looked forward to the contents of the bracelet.
The villagers were seated in a circle and in the middle of the circle was Socrates.
He was standing with the bracelet and after a few seconds, he emptied the bracelet filled with food.
Things kept pouring from the bracelet and all the Villagers could just drool over the things that were falling down.
Fruits, vegetables, meat, only these three things were falling and the villagers weren’t complaining at all.
It took five minutes for everything to come out of the bracelet and when Socrates was sure there was nothing left, he gave the order..
"Attack!"
And the Villagers attacked.
They grabbed anything they saw and began chomping on it.
They were eating the vegetables raw. They were just so hungry.
Meat and fruits were flying as everyone was having a blast. Only food existed for them.
Even the chief, Socrates, was acting the same as villagers.
He was acting brave before but he was just as hungry as them.
"Heh. What a riot." Pablo chuckled at the scene and just watched the buffet of animals.
’They didn’t even check if all this food was poisonous or not. The chief isn’t that smart after all.’
’Is it poisoned?’ Cupid asked.
’Of course not. I am just saying.’
’I see. And this was the reason you told Darcel to store a huge amount of food. You have a good future vision.’
’I don’t know about that. But if my future vision is really good then I think…’
Pablo looked far to his East and a small fragment of white mist was visible.
’The Future is Bleak.’