"You may be right, Jenny. But I was really a little tense about all these ghost things." Pablo said.
Jenny held his hand. "That is natural, big brother. You are a Human too."
’How long will she keep calling me that?’
’What?’ Cupid asked.
’Big brother. I don’t like it.’
’You told her yourself to call you that.’
’I didn’t know she would use it every time.’
’Well, hang in there.’ Cupid couldn’t do anything about Pablo not liking the word big brother.
’I guess.’
Pablo sighed and smiled at Jenny. "But now I am fine with you people."
"Thank you." Jenny smiled in return and started walking.
"I will help you in finding a room, big brother. Let’s go."
"Sure." Pablo walked along with Jenny and they both passed through the wall again.
They were now back in the hallway.
"What about my colleagues?" Pablo asked.
"They can also come out." Jenny said and the next second, the ten slaves and Sera came through the wall as well.
"Nice. How can we pass through walls though? We are not ghosts." Pablo asked.
"This is our house. We can do some things with it. We can allow you to pass through anything here. It’s our territory." Jenny answered.
"Neat." Pablo liked it.
"It’s nothing much. And you can take the biggest room of this house." Jenny said.
"Thanks for that. Let’s go there."
Jenny never let go of Pablo’s hand and she walked him towards a room.
It was the first room of the hallway.
"This is the biggest room?" Pablo asked, standing inside the room.
"Yes." Jenny said.
"Can you make it bigger?" Pablo tested his luck.
"I can."
Jenny snapped her fingers.
After one second, the empty bed from the room, the skeletons from the walls, all of them vanished.
"Now it is bigger, right?" Jenny asked.
"It is. Thank you. And you can do magic."
"Yes. But only in this house."
The room was clear now and it was not dirty so no cleaning was needed.
"And can you now bring a big table and a chair?" Pablo asked for a few more things.
"Okay." Jenny snapped her fingers again and Pablo’s request was fulfilled.
A table and two chairs arrived. The table was normal and the chairs were a normal wooden chair as well.
"Alright. Thank you very much." Pablo said.
"No problem."
"Alright. Everyone. Before working, let’s eat. And Jenny, if you want, you can go now. You don’t want to watch the boring stuff of me researching some weird mist."
"Okay. Call me if you need anything else."
"Absolutely."
Jenny left the room and Pablo closed the door.
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"Hah!" Pablo dropped on the chair.
"We were afraid of nothing. The ghosts are so nice." Nike said.
"Yeah. And they are not perverts at all." Melon changed her mind too.
"Stop talking and bring out some food." Pablo just wanted to eat something.
The slaves were also hungry so they acted fast as well.
Nike presented some fruits from the bags and gave them to Pablo and Sera.
Pablo began eating and the slaves just sat there.
"Why aren’t you all eating?" He asked.
"Can we?" Nike asked with raised brows.
"Yes? When did I say you can’t?"
"No. I mean, you won’t be offended to see your sla-"
"Don’t say that word here. The walls of this house really have ears. You are the children of the guard. Don’t ruin my plans."
Pablo stopped Nike from saying that they were his slaves. The ghosts would hear that and they might lose their trust in Pablo.
"Right. Sorry. We will eat."
Nike understood and along with the other slaves, began eating as well.
Sera was sitting on the second chair, beside Pablo and she was sharing food with Pablo.
’Ahh. Indirect Kiss.’ She was in her own world and Pablo just wanted to eat.
After thirty minutes, all of them were done eating and Pablo was finally ready to do the main work.
He checked the bags of the items the villagers had bought for him.
He emptied all the bags and now everything was lying in front of him.
"This is everything I asked for. Good."
Pablo passed the items and he picked one of them.
"What is this, sir?" Nike asked.
"It’s leather. Pure. Hard. Leather. Can’t you recognise it by seeing?"
"What is this going to be used for?" Sera asked.
"You’ll see. Don’t disturb me now. And stand at the corner of the room or leave the room, all of you. Only me and Sera will remain close to the table." Pablo ordered the slaves.
The slaves obliged and stood at the corner of the room.
Pablo put the leather on the table and after the leather, he placed one more thing on the table.
He took it out from his bracelet and Sera knew what it was.
"So its turn finally came." She said.
"Yes. Time to do some tests."
A plastic container was placed on the table and it contained none other than White mist.
But before opening the cap of the container, Pablo stared at it with all sides.
"What are you looking for?" Sera asked.
"Is it just me or does it look like its amount has increased?"
Sera frowned. She too watched it closely.
And after a while, she went wide eyed.
"You are right. It has increased. The bottle was not this full."
Pablo nodded. "So it means it increases with time. No wonder it is spreading very fast around the city."
"But how can it spread on its own? Inside a bottle? It doesn’t make sense."
"The existence of white mist itself doesn’t make sense. Let’s open the lid."
Pablo took a deep breath and touched the bottle.
And then, in one motion, he opened the cap.
The slaves watched him from afar and they still haven’t seen the terror of the mist.
After the removal of the cap, Pablo expected the mist to come out but it remained inside the bottle.
"The bottle is filled to the brim with the mist now. If it increases, it will come out of it. Ask Andre to note the time. I want to know how long it takes to increase itself."
"Why are you calling him Andre?" Sera asked.
"I gave him a nickname. You should call him that too. He will like it."
"Okay. Andre, Keep an eye on the time." Sera ordered.
’Why didn’t you ask me to note the time?’ Cupid asked.
’I don’t believe you, that’s why.’ Pablo gave an honest answer.
’That’s so mean. How can..’
Pablo ignored her and moved on to next steps.
He raised his hands and dipped one finger inside the mist.
"What are you doing?" Sera yelled.
"Shut up." Pablo said.
Pablo kept his finger inside the mist.
"I feel nothing."
He kept it there and after ten seconds,
"Ohf."
He took it out.
He checked his hand and Sera checked it as well.
"The same thing happened. Only my nails are damaged. And it takes ten seconds to harm me."
"Why do you always do such things?"
"Now you do it." Pablo said. He didn’t pay any heed to Sera’s worries.
"Okay." Sera raised her hand and dipped her finger inside the mist as well.
"Ahngh." The same thing happened. She instantly brought her finger out.
Pablo looked at it.
"The same as before. You are more hurt than me. Ask Andre to heal you."
"Do it, Andre." Sera showed her hand to her Angel.
Andrezj did his magic and now her hand was fine.
Pablo took out a knife from his bracelet and placed his right hand on the leather.
Then he traced the outlines of his fingers with the knife on the leather.
"What are you doing?" Sera asked.
"I am making a glove."
"If you wanted a glove you should have asked the villagers to buy that for you."
"I wanted a glove of pure leather. Only I can make that. No one sells something pure nowadays."
"Fair enough. And I didn’t know you could do such things."
"You know nothing about me anyway."
"Then tell me."
"Shut up."
Pablo focused on his glove and in just fifteen minutes, he was done.
It was a makeshift glove but that would be sufficient for now. He was just going to test something for a short time anyway.
He wore it on his right hand and proceeded to test it right away.
He dipped his finger inside the mist again and waited.
Without the glove, it took ten seconds for him to take damage, now he just hoped it took more than ten seconds for him to feel something.
He kept his finger inside and counted seconds.
"Ahgh."
But after ten seconds, he had to take out his finger.
He looked at the glove first.
"Nothing happened to the glove? Then.."
Pablo removed the glove and looked at his finger.
"My nails are damaged again. So the mist penetrated the glove and harmed me."
Pablo made a mental note of the observation and stood there silently.
’What now?’ Cupid asked.
Pablo looked at her.
He stared at the Angel and after a second, his lips curled up.
’Now it’s your turn.’