Pablo told Cupid that the future was bleak.
He even saw a small fragment of White mist in the sky. It was very small but Pablo saw it because of the dark sky.
He had reached the Hermit slum in the afternoon but the Evening was near when he reached so it didn’t take long for the sky to turn dark.
’You always say negative things. Couldn’t you have said the future is bright?’ Cupid complained.
’I only lie when it’s useful to me. Negative or not.’
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’Right.’
Cupid stopped talking and Pablo couldn’t care less.
He watched the Villagers eating and he was sure that they forgot Pablo was there.
’Will they eat everything today? I don’t have extra reserves.’ Pablo should have brought more food. If the villagers ate everything then they would be left nothing.
Thirty minutes went by and the scene Pablo wanted to see finally arrived.
The Villagers stopped eating and there was still a good amount of food left.
"Thank you so much, Pablo."
The villagers showed their gratitude. They had been hungry for days and they felt bliss after eating their fill.
Pablo smiled. "No worries. Store the leftover food. It will help."
Socrates did that and wore the bracelet on his hand.
After that, the people again gathered in front of Pablo.
Socrates’ back was in front of all the people.
"Now you can talk. We are ready to hear." The Chief said.
Pablo nodded and finally began the serious talks.
"When did the problem start or when did you first notice there was something wrong in your village? And do you have a map of some kind?"
"Just after one month of the Blood Fest war. People started falling sick. Their strength left the body and they died after a few days. But the casualties were very less and the lands were also good so I thought it was just a strange sickness. But as years went by, casualties increased. The lands became infertile. There was no fresh water left and many people were forced to leave the village.
But all of us didn’t want to leave the village as we had nowhere to go. The situation became dire and dire by each passing day and only one week ago, white mist began forming in the village.
After that, people began dying at a fast and constant rate. My children became orphans and that was when I decided to complain to the Count of Glory city about it."
"But the Count did nothing and when the white mist reached the Glory city only then the higher people took some action. Right?" Pablo completed the story.
"Yes. The King sent some soldiers and the Count to our village but they all died. We were forced to live in this slum as we also didn’t want to die. Now we are just waiting for the King to do something to solve the problem of the white mist. And no, we don’t have any kind of maps."
’If I went to the King and said I am from the military he would help me. But I can’t do that because of the condition of the military. I can’t tell anyone that I am from the military. The military posed this condition on the candidates to increase the difficulty for them. What a pain.’
Pablo had to think of some new ways to tackle the mission.
"The King will do something, Socrates. But I am also here. The Royal hired me to clear the village and I will clear the village. Just give me some time."
"Sure. Take as long as you want." Socrates agreed.
"Yeah. We believe you."
"We could do this at least in return for the food."
The villagers also agreed. They became Pablo’s supporters more or less.
"What will be your first step?" Socrates asked.
"I will spend the night here and in the morning, I will go near the Village. I have to see its condition first hand." Pablo shared.
"Alright. That’s a good call. Ghetto will arrange the bed for you. He can make mattresses like this."
"No need for that. Just make this seat comfortable. My assistant and I will spend the night here."
"As you say. All these huts belong to us. Most of the day we stay in the bunker and at night we come up and sleep." Socrates revealed.
"You people stay all day inside the bunker? Why?"
"Because the bunker is much better than here. Although there are skeletons of the residents of this slum inside the bunker from five years ago, it is still spacious and cooler than here." One villager answered.
’These guys are okay living beside skeletons?’
"Whatever floats your boat." Pablo shrugged. If the people were fine with it then who was he to judge.
"Now you all can go. I will think about what to do tomorrow." Pablo said.
The villagers nodded and scattered in all directions.
Ghetto came towards Pablo and touched the seating area of stone.
He murmured something again and the next second, Pablo experienced it himself.
"This is really nice."
The stone isn’t hard anymore. It was squishy and bouncy.
Ghetto was also a squishy and bouncy gentleman. He was fat.
After doing what Socrates told him, he too went towards his hut.
Now only Pablo, Sera and Socrates were there.
"You can also leave, you know." Pablo said.
"I know. But I have something to share." Socrates came closer to Pablo.
"Share it then." Pablo was ready to listen.
"Ten years ago, the Blood Fest War happened and five years ago, the residents of this Slum summoned a Demon."
"Yes?"
"And just after the Blood Fest War ended, our village faced problems. And it became worse when the Demon appeared."
"So? Come to the point, Socrates." Pablo just wanted to hear the main thing.
"What I am trying to say is, Hollow Kingdom is just a hundred kilometers away from our Forsaken Village. The cannibals who participated in the war ten years ago, whom we believed had already left our Kingdom, what if those cannibals…"
Socrates came closer to Pablo and whispered the last part..
"Never left."