’He wants to kill Draxus Maverick.’
Pablo gave the short answer to Cupid and Cupid with her little brain could only frown.
’Where did Draxus come between all this? We are talking about the King destroying the slums. Draxus is his nephew. What are you talking about?’ Cupid threw some rapid questions at Pablo.
’Draxus is the son of someone who tried to kill the King. Draxus was banished from this city and the King knows that he is still alive. And he also knows that that kid will take revenge for his father’s death. So the King wants to kill Draxus before he poses a problem for him.’
’But he was talking about slums? He didn’t even mention Draxus.’
’Draxus was banished from the city and the King thinks the kid must be living in the slums, hidden from everyone. That’s why the King wants to eradicate all the slums and its residents because he thinks that along with all the slums, Draxus will be killed as well.
I am sure he ordered the attack on the Hermit slums because of Draxus as well. But he didn’t find Draxus there. He must have searched for Draxus all around and when he didn’t find him, he decided to end all the slums.’
Pablo explained the Angel all his thoughts and Cupid understood.
’What if you are wrong? What if he wants to end the slum just because he doesn’t like them? What if he doesn’t care about Draxus at all?’
’No. He wants Draxus dead. You saw it yourself how eager he is to do the destruction. And when I asked him about his eagerness he said it’s a long story. I know it from experience, you can’t sit idle thinking someone out there is planning to take revenge from you. And he has no idea that I know Draxus. It will be fun.’
’I don’t think I have to tell you but if you gave him any idea to destroy the slums and its residents, the Gods won’t like it. It will come to your sins.’
’Yeah. Yeah. Shut up now. Let me rest for a while.’
Pablo gulped the remaining drink and rested his head on the table.
He closed his eyes and snorted.
’I am asleep. Don’t talk to me.’
He acted asleep and it worked. No one bothered him and his hand remained inside the jar.
The other men talked among themselves about meager things and Pablo listened to them.
They were boring talks but Pablo had nothing better to do.
Lee talked a lot about his family and friends. He was the most annoying.
’I will copy this guy’s Ego. I want to see how it works. Remind me, Angel.’
Pablo set a reminder by Cupid and he rested till the last one hour.
Sera remained standing behind his chair and she was getting tired too. But she couldn’t do anything other than standing.
"Three hours are up." The High Duke spoke.
’Finally.’ Pablo also heard it but since he was acting asleep he took his time to get up.
He slowly moved his head, rubbed his eyes, stretched his left hand.
"You said something, sir?" He asked.
"I said three hours are up." The High Duke repeated.
"Oh. Is that so? Then it’s good news, my lord. The suit works well. No damage I felt."
"Yes!" Lee rejoiced.
The King smiled and even the serious high Duke had a thin smile on his face.
Pablo finally removed his right hand from the jar.
"My hand is numb. Assistant, remove the suit."
Sera came closer to Pablo and removed the suit from his right hand.
She made sure to put out the fire before touching it.
"Why is she wearing a glove, Pablo?" The King asked. Sera had the black glove that Pablo gave her which was to hide that her hand was healed from the mist’s harm.
"Her hand got all black, my lord. It would scare people off. Not good for my business." Pablo lied.
"Makes sense." The King accepted and the suit was finally removed from Pablo.
He showed his hand to the King.
"It’s as good as new. The suit works well. Congratulations, Lee."
"Thank you, your majesty." Lee bowed his head.
"And thank you, detective sir." He bowed at Pablo too.
Pablo smiled. "You did great, Lee. You made our work easy."
Pablo reached out his hand and Lee took it. Both men shook hands.
’Do it.’ Pablo gave the command.
[ Mimesis Malefica In Use! ]
[ Hold the Target’s Hand for Ten seconds! ]
[ Orange ranked Ego detected! ]
[ Showing you the Target’s memories… ]
A surge of memoires flashes ran inside Pablo’s mind and Pablo did his best to remain normal.
He patted Lee’s shoulder and he didn’t let go of his hand. Cupid didn’t have to remind him to copy the Ego. He remembered it himself.
[ Ding! ]
[ Ego Successfully Copied! ]
[ You can keep it for 10 hours! ]
[ A little amount of Life Force taken from the Target! ]
[ Do you want to see the Ego? ]
’Not now.’
Pablo finally let go of Lee’s hand and looked at the King.
"What should be the next step, my lord?" He asked.
"You tell me. You are incharge of this thing." The King put it on Pablo’s shoulders.
And Pablo would gladly take it.
"Sure. Then I want you to give Lee a room close to my room and he needs to create five thousand Demonite and five thousand Kevlar suits and five thousand boxes of glory matches if the Kingdom can’t provide it.
And prepare the kind of people I asked you to. Water, ice, fire and mind. Will that be done, my lord?"
Pablo presented his demands and stood up.
He didn’t leave the room though. He would hear the answer first.
"I am ready to create suits, your majesty." Lee was ready. He also stood up.
"I will give you the original suits and create copies only of the original ones. Don’t create copies of the copied suits. Five thousand copies I need. Understood?" Pablo gave some instructions.
"Yes. Don’t worry." Lee assured.
Now only the King was left to say something.
"Don’t look at me like that. I was ready from the start."
The King finally spoke and stood up from his chair as well.
He reached out his hand at Pablo.
’Shit. I should have waited and I would have copied the Ego of the King.’
Pablo regretted a little and reached out his hand anyway.
They both shook hands and the King was all smiles.
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"Let’s do this." Damascus said.
"Yeah. Let’s do this. When will the preparations be done?" Pablo asked.
"Tomorrow." The King replied.
Pablo applied pressure on the King’s hands and smiled.
"Can’t wait."