Lord Bitter was waiting for his supplier to give him slaves for a long time and now that Pablo had killed the supplier and took his slaves, Lord Bitter won’t get any slaves.
And when the guards would tell him that his supplier, who the guards think is Pablo, had come with a slave but because of Lord Jartel that slave became useless, Lord Bitter would direct all his anger to Jartel. And the power of horny is always the strongest.
So, the fat man, Jartel, will die by the hands of Lord Bitter.
"It will be Bitter who kills him but the real killer is me." Pablo was in a good mood.
’All he did was to hold Sera’s hands and you made a plan for his death. Why are you like this?’ Cupid asked.
’I made no plans for his death. It just happened. The guards mistook me for someone else and we are here. And I am not doing it because he held Sera’s hands.
I am doing it because that bastard thought he could order me around. He thought I would go away just because he said so. I took it on my Ego, you see.’
Pablo explained his reasons to Cupid and the Angel kept writing in her diary.
"Um, if I may ask, Master, do you have a Black ranked Ego?" The eldest male slave asked.
Pablo didn’t look behind.
"Yes. And this will only remain between us. Don’t share it with anyone. It’s an order."
Pablo gave an honest answer. He could tell his slaves his real Ego. There was no need to hide it from them.
The slaves heard Pablo’s answer and they all gasped.
"Isn’t it the strongest rank?"
"No wonder our seals were overwritten."
"And we won’t tell anyone about it."
All the slaves were impressed with Pablo and that was also one reason why Pablo revealed his Ego rank to them. He wanted to make a good impression.
’If people know the person they are following is strong, then they will work hard with no fear.’ Pablo shared some insights.
Cupid stayed silent and all of them walked down the empty road.
Pablo occasionally glanced at the Elf girl and her head was down all the time.
But once in a while, she looked up and watched the back of Pablo’s head.
’She is a shy one. She will be a good use for luring lustful people.’ Pablo was already making plans for her.
Cupid just shook her head.
Sera didn’t say anything and Andrezj was still glaring at Pablo.
And with such an atmosphere, the group reached in front of the same rotten door of the Hermit slums.
Pablo stood in front of it and the slaves were behind him.
"All the girls, cover your faces." He ordered.
"Give them something to cover, Sera." Pablo added.
"Okay." Sera gave some pieces of clothes to all five girls and she gave the shortest and ugliest one to the Elf girl.
Pablo saw that.
’Cat fight will happen in the coming days. I am sure of it.’
The Elf girl didn’t complain and covered her face. The cloth was still big enough for her face to hide. She was the prettiest among the lot so Pablo especially wanted her face to be hidden.
Sera also covered her face.
Pablo looked at everyone and after deeming it okay, he gave a nod.
"Now listen," Pablo came closer to the slaves. "Inside, there are villagers and don’t tell them or anyone that you all are my slaves. Hide your seals. Only I will reveal your identity if I want. Alright?"
"That’s okay but then if they ask who we are then what should we say?" The eldest male slave asked.
"You all were residents of Glory city and your father was a guard of the king’s castle. All ten of you are siblings and your mother died last year and your father died yesterday because of the white mist.
So now that your father is dead, the Royals didn’t allow you to live in their city so you all were thrown out. And when I saw you all homeless, I felt pity and brought you all here with me. That’s all for the false backstory."
"Okay? But which guard has ten children? Who would believe that? And what is this white mist?" The male slave asked some follow up questions.
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"I will tell all of you about white mist later and if anyone asks too much in detail then just start crying. Stay close to me so that no one could find you alone. Understood?"
All the slaves nodded.
Pablo returned the nod and finally faced the rotten door.
After that, he stepped inside the slums again.
Sera followed him and after Sera all ten slaves came inside as well.
It was afternoon but no sunrays fell upon the slums. It was pretty much dark.
The slaves stuck closer to each other but Pablo and Sera walked with no worries.
"They are harmless, everyone. No need to hide. They are with me. Come out. Socrates, you too." Pablo called out the villagers while walking.
He reached near the area of the bunker and stopped.
The slaves looked left and right but they saw nothing.
However the next moment, a door opened from the ground and people came out of it.
The slaves watched them coming out and they were not ending.
The slum was full of people.
Nevertheless, after the big horde of people, a single man came out.
He was wearing black shades with a well set white beard.
"You came back, detective. And with more people at that." The man said.
Pablo shrugged. "I can’t help it, Socrates."
"Haha. Welcome back. We will talk later. Go rest for a while."
The villagers scattered around the slum and Socrates also went to do whatever he wanted. He didn’t go into the bunker though.
Pablo walked forward.
"He is the Chief of the Forsaken Village. The name is Socrates. And the other people are the villagers. They all are living here because their village is attacked by some white mist. I will tell you in detail later."
Pablo reached the same withered tree the villagers showed him and sat on the stone pavement around it.
The slaves were now standing in front of him and Sera stood behind him.
Pablo looked at the slaves ahead of him and particularly, his eyes were on the Elf girl.
The girl also sensed his gaze.
"You." Pablo spoke.
The girl flinched. She did her best to look at him but all she managed was to look at his feet.
Pablo didn’t mind that.
He had a smile on his face and all the slaves waited for him to say something.
The Elf girl also wanted to hear what Pablo had to say and eventually, Pablo said it…
"Sit on my lap."