Pablo said he had other important work to do rather than helping someone’s family.
At that, Cupid smacked her own forehead.
’Why are you like this? I am glad he died before hearing your answer.’
Pablo shrugged.
’I am just here to observe the patients. I am not even sure about my safety here, what can I do for someone else.’
’You could have at least lied to him that you will help him. I would have felt so good.’
’It’s not my business to make you feel good. Find a boyfriend for that. And I only lie when it’s for my benefit. And this topic is over.’
Pablo kept his eyes on the man for a few more seconds and he also saw the eyes of the man. They were red all over. Tumors were inside them as well.
’This is a rare disease. One perfect for a mass killing. I really have to enter the village and that too, with some strong people. If not with the King, then with one of the High Dukes.’
Pablo roamed his eyes on other patients and all of them had the same condition as the guard. They all were red and in pain.
"Let’s go. Our work is done here."
Pablo turned around and walked towards the exit of the floor.
Sera followed him and soon they were out of the hospital.
"Are we finally leaving?" Sera asked.
"Yes. But we will come back again."
Pablo walked fast as he wished to leave as soon as possible.
He didn’t want another encounter with a Royal like that fat man.
They both walked and in no time they reached near the entrance or the exit of the city.
They were a little far from the guards and Pablo stopped walking.
"What happened?" Sera asked.
"Can you act?" Pablo asked a question of his own. A random question.
"I can try." Sera answered.
Pablo nodded. "Then start crying. Act like someone had sex with you without your consent."
"What?" Sera exclaimed. She never expected Pablo to say something like that.
"Why do you want me to cry anyway?" Sera asked the main reason.
"For revenge. Just do what I say, you will also like it."
"Okay. I will try though. I never once cried in my life."
Sera closed her eyes and the next second, she let out some wimpers.
She cried like a kid and Pablo deemed it fine. No Oscar level acting was needed anyway.
After that, they finally walked towards the exit gate of the city.
Pablo saw the same two guards and they bowed at him.
Sera cried a little louder and got the attention of the guards.
"Um, what happened, my lord?" One guard asked.
Pablo sighed. "Actually, I lied to you both."
"About what?"
"I told you that I didn’t finish the work of Lord Bitter, but in reality I finished it."
The guards paid attention to Pablo and Pablo carried on.
"This girl was supposed to be the new property of Lord Bitter. I brought this girl as a slave for him. I wanted to surprise him but it didn’t go as planned."
"What happened?" The guards asked.
"While I was taking this girl to Lord Bitter, someone else stopped her."
"Who?"
"Lord Jartel." Pablo answered.
The guards raised their brows. "Lord Jartel stopped her? He stopped the good of Lord Bitter?"
"Yes. I even told him to let her go but I am just a supplier. He shoved me aside and took this girl to his house and played with her body. He defiled her without Lord Bitter’s permission."
Sera increased her crying and the guards exchanged looks with each other.
"Now what will happen?" They asked.
"Now we are going back. Lord Bitter doesn’t like used Goods. And Lord Jartel didn’t want her again as well. She is useless now. I have to bring Lord Bitter a new slave. He was so eager and now this happened. He has to wait for a little more time."
"Tough luck." One guard said.
"It is. That’s why I want you both to do something." Pablo said.
"Yes?" The guards were ready.
"When will Lord Bitter come to inquire if his slaves have arrived or not?"
"He always comes to us at night and asks about it." The guards answered.
"Right. So when he comes today, tell him that his slave was here but Lord Jartel came in the way and now he has to wait even more. It’s Lord Jartel’s fault, not mine, not yours. Tell him that. Alright?"
"Right. We will tell him that. He will deal with Lord Jartel." The guards gave a bow.
Pablo nodded. "Good work. Here…"
Pablo gave some money to both the guards and now he was sure they would definitely do what Pablo said.
"And tell me this, do you know my name?" Pablo asked.
"Of course, my lord. You are Virgo. The supplier of Lord Bitter. Why do you ask?"
"Nothing special. Just wanted to see if you both know it or not."
"Alright. You can stay assured about Lord Bitter." The guards were confident.
"Good. Now I’ll take my leave. Let’s go."
Pablo held Sera’s hand and crossed the gate.
Sera cried all the time and like that, they left the Glory City.
They didn’t stop walking even after coming out.
They walked far away from the guards and when they were sure of the distance they finally took it easy.
"Hah. What a busy day." Pablo let out a heavy sigh.
"Can I stop crying now?"
"Yes. That was some decent act." Pablo praised.
"But what was all that? Who is Lord Jartel?" Sera asked and she was not the only one. Cupid and Andrezj wanted to know too.
"He is the man who held your hand. The fat pervert." Pablo revealed.
"Oh. And his name is Jartel? How did you know that?" Sera asked and the Angels wanted to know the answer as well.
"When I stumbled to him, I fell down and then my eyes went to his shoes. And it was written there. His name. Jartel." Pablo answered.
"He has his name written on his shoes?" Sera was surprised.
"Yeah. Rich people do that. Golden teeths, golden shoes. They have excess money so they use it."
"Makes sense. Though, if you would have that kind of money, what would you have done?" Sera asked a normal question.
"I also would have made something. But not shoes or teeths. I would have chosen something else."
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"What?"
Pablo smiled.
"A Golden Bomb."