Socrates asked Pablo about his investigation and all the Villagers wanted to know as well. They wanted their village to become normal again.
And Pablo was ready to tell them his findings.
"I will tell you the main things that happened. Me and my assistant crossed the three gates near the city.
After that we walked towards your Village but we couldn’t reach it, the white mist was there.
But I didn’t go back. I dived my hand inside the white mist and after two or three seconds, my hand felt funny so I took it out.
Then I saw that my nails were brown. The mist was destroying my hand."
The Villagers paid attention to Pablo’s words. They were listening as if a book recital was taking place.
Nevertheless, Pablo carried on.
"So after checking the mist near your Village, we went inside the Glory city.
The mist is coming from the back of the city and it is very close to the King’s castle.
And the mist of that city is much more dangerous than the Village. It waits for nothing and destroys any living thing it touches. The Royals have it rough there and many guards died as well.
And one such unfortunate guard was Vertigo."
Pablo’s voice turned solemn.
"What happened to Vertigo?" Socrates asked. The villagers were also invested in Vertigo.
Pablo continued.
"Vertigo was guarding the King’s castle and he was guarding the back of the castle. But the mist came and he dived inside it.
After that, he suffered hell.
I met him at the hospital in that city and he told me about his family.
He was going to die so he knew the Royals won’t allow his family to live in Glory city anymore.
So in his last breaths he begged me to save his family. His wife was already dead and all he had were his children.
And I, being a soft hearted man, agreed to fulfill Vertigo’s last wish. The children you are seeing behind me are Vertigo’s.
They lost their father, they lost their home, and I felt pity for them so I brought them all here. Destiny is so cruel."
Pablo dropped his head low and silence reigned around the area. The Villagers had nothing to say. They were sympathizing over an imaginary person Pablo created.
"Mmmfff!"
"Hmm?" Pablo heard a weird noise.
He looked at the Villagers and they were also looking for the noise.
"Fararrararararraraa!!"
"The fuck?" Pablo turned around. The noise was louder all of a sudden.
But soon, he found the source of the noise.
The Villagers also found it and they all frowned.
"Is he… crying?"
"Seems like it."
"But who cries like Farararara? What’s that?"
"Well, everyone has their style."
The Villagers talked among themselves and Pablo walked towards the slaves.
The one crying was Nike. The eldest male slave.
He was doing a good job but it caught Pablo off guard.
’There was no need to cry right now.’
Pablo stood in front of Nike.
"Don’t cry, kid. This is life." Pablo said.
"Farararraraa!" Nike increased his crying.
’What the fcuk is Fararara?’
"It’s fine. Crying won’t do any good. Stop it."
Pablo put both his hands on Nike’s shoulder.
"Farararraraa!" Nike increased his crying even more. His nose started running and tears came out of his eyes as well.
’Where did he learn such acting skills? And he is thinking I am asking him to cry more.’
"Stop it, Nike. It’s Really Really fine. No need to cry anymore." Pablo applied pressure on Nike’s shoulders and he also expressed with his eyes what he wanted to say.
"Really?" Nike whispered.
"Really. Shut up." Pablo whispered back.
Nike nodded.
"Fararara.. okay. I won’t cry anymore." Nike stopped crying. Abruptly at that.
Pablo shook his head and faced the villagers.
"They just lost their father. They can’t help but cry." He said, sitting back on the stone pavement.
"That soldier had ten children. Isn’t that too much? No wonder their mother died. She saved herself." One villager commented.
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’Good one.’ Pablo liked the comment.
"That isn’t important. Vertigo loved his wife very much so he made love to her daily. That’s all there is." Pablo made up another thing.
"That’s alright and all but isn’t it still too mu-"
"That’s enough, everyone." Socrates raised his hand. The villagers stopped talking.
"Can we appreciate the detective here? He went out of his way and saved these poor souls. Who does that in this age? He is risking his life for our village. You don’t get to ask him questions like that. Say sorry and thank you to him."
Socrates scolded the Villagers and the Villagers really felt ashamed.
"Sorry, Pablo."
"Thank you for doing all this."
"Yeah. You are a lifesaver."
"Thank you."
"Thank you very much."
All the Villagers expressed their gratitude for Pablo and Pablo sure liked it.
’All of this is false, you know. You saved no family of a guard.’ Cupid said.
’It is what it is. They are thanking me on their own. I have no hands in this.’
’Your throne is made of lies.’
’Every throne is made of that same material.’
Cupid jerked her hands all around. She couldn’t argue with Pablo.
Pablo ignored her.
"Alright. Enough thanking me. Let’s move forward."
The villagers stopped chanting.
"I need some things to carry on my investigation further." Pablo said.
"What do you need? I will try my best to provide it." Socrates was ready to help.
Pablo nodded. He raised his hand towards his assistant.
"Give me some money and a paper if you have one." He said.
His assistant, Sera, gave two pouches of coins and a blank paper to Pablo.
’Why is she carrying papers with her?’ Pablo wondered.
"Why is she carrying papers with her?" Cupid asked out loud.
Pablo looked at her and the Angel was looking somewhere else.
’She is asking the male Angel. Good work.’
"She thought he might need help so she carried all kinds of things with her." Andrezj answered, but in a grumpy tone. He was still mad at Pablo for giving a threat to Sera.
Cupid told Pablo what Andrezj said and Pablo just nodded.
After that, he took out a pen from his bracelet and wrote some things down on the paper.
After two minutes, he was finished.
He gave the paper to Socrates along with the two pouches.
"Bring me all these things. Don’t worry about money. And I need a separate place to do my work."
Pablo demanded and Socrates passed the list to a Villager.
"Why do you need a separate place though?" Socrates asked.
Pablo smiled. "Wherever I visit, I never leave empty handed."
He put his hand inside his bracelet and took out a small plastic container.
"I have some White Mist myself."