Pablo gave the eldest male slave a name. It was Semen.
Which obviously didn’t receive well by people.
Cupid lost it.
"Such names will make your slaves turn against you. Change it." She said.
"Tha-thank you for the name, sir?" The eldest male slave wasn’t even sure if he should thank Pablo for the name or not.
"See? He is already disappointed." Cupid said again.
"Just shut the fuck up!" Pablo snapped. He shouted at Cupid.
"But I said nothing, sir." The male slave replied. He thought Pablo shouted at him.
Pablo shook his head. He couldn’t say he was talking to an Angel whom only he could see.
"Your name is not semen."
The male slave exhaled and Pablo saw that.
’He is relieved that it’s not his name.’
"Why would I ever give anyone a name like that? It’s stupid of you to think that." Pablo said to the slave.
"I am sorry, sir. But you really spoke semen."
"I know. But I said that because your toes have some white liquid stuff on them. See."
Everyone looked at the male slave’s toes.
"Oh. This. This is not what you are thinking, sir." The slave said.
"Then?" Pablo asked.
"I have walked a long distance barefoot while I was in Quintus city. So this is the result. These are some kind of injuries." The slave revealed.
Pablo looked at the other slaves and all of them had rough feet.
"I will give you all some footwear. You can’t roam around me with such injuries."
"That would be great, sir. Now my name?" The slave really wanted to know his name.
"Yes. Your name is.. Nike." Pablo finally gave the name. It was related to feet and only that came in Pablo’s mind.
"Thank you for the name, sir." The eldest male slave, Nike, was satisfied by the name.
Pablo nodded and now it was the girls turn.
There were five girls and four of them were fifteen years old.
Pablo looked at one of them.
"You are Ebony." Pablo gave the name. The girl had black skin and Pablo chose the easy way.
"Thank you very much." The girl was happy.
Pablo moved on. Now it was the turn of the next girl.
"Your name is Snow." Pablo gave the name. The girl had white hair so Pablo played along the lines of that.
"I like it, sir. Thank you." The girl liked it.
Pablo nodded and darted her eyes on the next one.
"You shall be called… Lash." Pablo made another name. The girl had long eyelashes and Pablo used just that.
"Thankyou for the name, sir." The girl was smiling.
Pablo showed a slight smile as well and moved on.
He looked at the next girl and he didn’t had to think long about her name.
"You are.. Melon."
Pablo chose the name according to the size of the girl’s breasts. That was a cheap and easy way to choose.
"Thank you anyway, sir." The girl said. She liked her name nonetheless.
’What does she mean by ’anyway’?’ Pablo had some questions.
’Because she understands why you called her Melon.’
’Oh. Makes sense.’
Pablo couldn’t care less about the thoughts of the girl and proceeded for the last girl.
She was the Elf and Pablo would actually give a thought for her name.
The Elf girl kept her eyes on Pablo’s feet.
"Look at me." Pablo said.
The girl twitched.
"Stop getting scared every damn time. Be brave and look at me." Pablo ordered.
The Elf girl gulped. She mustered courage and raised her head.
She was very slow.
"Do it fast." Pablo spoke and the girl finally did it.
Now she was finally looking at Pablo.
"Good. You can do it if you try." He said.
The girl nodded, her eyes on Pablo’s nose. She was still not looking at Pablo’s eyes.
"Now for your name."
Pablo had many names for the girl but he wanted one.
’She is a beautiful girl. I would have taken it easy but I don’t want to go half hearted here.’
’Then just choose a name which suits best with beauty. Give her the name of an actress from Earth or choose some other beautiful women’s names whom you have met back on Earth.’ Cupid gave some suggestions.
’Beautiful women from Earth, huh. I have met one. The most beautiful woman I ever met in my life.’ Pablo paid mind to Cupid’s suggestion and because of that he was ready to give a name to the Elf girl.
"Your name is…" Pablo had a smile on his face and the Elf girl waited for her name.
"Hena."
Pablo shared the name and as soon as the Elf girl heard it, her eyes widened.
Pablo frowned. "What’s that look for?"
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"Oh. Sorry. Forget it." The Elf girl came back to normal.
She stared at Pablo’s nose and asked, "This… was not a joke, right?"
"Haha. Of course not. Your name is Hena from now on."
The Elf girl was worried Pablo might be joking again but Pablo made it clear.
"Then thank you for the name, sir." The girl bowed her head.
’That reaction was something else. She has some secrets that I have to know.’
Pablo nodded. "Don’t worry. And remember your names all of you. I won’t repeat it."
The slaves nodded. They already remembered their names.
Pablo also roamed his eyes on all the slaves, memorizing their names.
’The eldest boy is Nike and the Elf girl is Hena. They are the main ones. I have also learned the names of the little ones but these two are important for now.’
Pablo did some calculation about his slaves inside his mind and he made some plans as well.
Then he heard some noises coming from behind the slaves.
He stretched his neck and saw the villagers were coming towards him.
"Alright. All of you, stand behind me. And you should know, the chief of the village, Socrates, the man with the white beard and black glasses, is blind. He can’t see all of you but his senses are strong. I am sure he knows how many people you are."
"He is blind? It didn’t look like that at all." Nike expressed his shock.
"Yes. He didn’t appear blind. And stop talking. Come behind me."
The slaves listened to the order and stood behind Pablo.
But they stood on the opposite side of Sera.
She was standing on Pablo’s left side and the ten slaves were on his right.
The Villagers reached in front of Pablo and Socrates was standing at the front.
Foro and Ghetto made the ground suitable for sitting with white tiles and softness and the villagers sat on it.
"So, detective Pablo." Socrates spoke and all the Villagers were ready to listen.
"Tell us all about today’s investigation of yours."