Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 224: Publicity

The next time Pablo entered the mist, he was sure that it would be the last time as well.

The mist would die. He was confident in himself.

’I hope you are right.’ Cupid was a hopeful Angel.

Pablo stopped talking with her and finally entered the main room of the King.

Pablo didn’t look around the room as he had no interest in that and the King was at the end of the room, on his throne which was just a big fancy couch.

Behind him were four high Dukes.

Pablo darted his eyes on Jamal and Jamal gave him a scornful look in return.

’Why does he hate me so much? Just because I didn’t agree to give the King the credit for removing the mist?’

’Did you not see anything about it in his memories?’ Cupid asked.

’No. I saw many things in his memories but I saw no reason why he wants the credit for removing the mist.’

’Then you have no choice but to wait.’

’Yeah.’

"Have a seat, Pablo. And Boulder, you’ll stay there. You were also in the cell with him after all."

Pablo sat on the big sofa placed in front of the King.

Boulder stood behind that sofa.

And Pablo wasn’t alone on the sofa, on the corner of the large sofa was Lee.

Lee waved at him and Pablo waved back. He won’t talk to him now. Lee’s role would come later.

There was a big round table placed between the King and Pablo and some fruits were on it.

"Tell us, Pablo. What went there? And I am really surprised that you made the Woman speak. All of us couldn’t do it for one week and you did it in just a few hours. Commendable."

"It’s no time for praise, my lord. And I will give you a summary of what the Woman told us."

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Pablo shared the main points of Monica’s confession.

He told the King about the army of both the Vampires and Cannibals, the best route, the Demon and the traps. He only shared the important points.

"But, my lord, I want everyone to know the full thing so I have the confession of the Woman in writing. Here."

Pablo took out the copy from his bracelet and threw it on the table.

"Make copies of this material and the copies should be enough so that everyone resident of this city should get one. Heck, make so many copies that every single person of this kingdom should get one. They should know what is going on. And my lord, by everyone I mean everyone. Even the soldiers of your army and the military."

"It shall be done. But it will surely raise panic among the citizens."

"Yes. That’s why I want you to add one more page to this copy. The page should be you saying to all the people that you will do your best to eradicate the mist and you want all the citizens to stay safe and hope that our Kingdom wins. And you should also mention that a Detective called Pablo Castillo is also working towards the end of the mist and you have high hopes for him.

My name should be in there, my lord. The people of this city already like me and when other people will see that you gave a not-so-famous man a chance like this, they will like you more and I will also get some limelight. This will make them think that their King cares for them and that is good for you."

Pablo wanted some publicity for himself. The military should know that Pablo was doing his assignment very well.

"That’s a good idea. That page shall be written and attached to this copy. And Lee will make copies of this entire record. The fastest way to create copies is by using Lee. We have only two weeks, after all." The King agreed as well.

"Yes. Use whatever you like. And for the next steps. Where are the tailors and weaponsmiths?" Pablo asked.

"They are in this castle and in various rooms." The King said.

"How many did you arrange?" Pablo asked a follow up question.

"One thousand tailors and one thousand weaponsmiths."

"That’s not enough."

"What?" Jamal exclaimed.

"I speak truly, my lord. Your whole army should be ready. There are armies of two kingdoms behind the mist and they are ready for attack. They must be under the assumption that the Vampire Woman killed herself and their plan is still safe.

They don’t know that the Woman shared everything with us. If we attack them first, we will catch them off guard and we will win."

"I agree with that. But what does tailors have to do with anything?" The King asked.

"The Demonite and Kevlar suits we have right now aren’t good. They are good for protection from the mist but they are not good for mobility. Their sizes are uncertain. So I want the tailors to create Demonite and Kevlar suits perfectly sized for each soldier. No one should feel discomfort. I am also included in that list."

"Alright. Each soldier will get a tailor for themselves. We have five thousand suits and your original one is also with us. The tailors will make suits perfectly sized for each soldier. And I also prepared the urine of newborn babies. The antidote for the mist and all." The King accepted Pablo’s idea.

"But your highness, we don’t have the material for Demonite and Kevlar. And our army is very big. We need Demonite in a huge quantity." Jamal posed a speedbreaker. The tailors needed Demonite and Kevlar to make suits.

"There is no need to worry about that. I have some Demonite and Kevlar material and Lee will make copies of it. Don’t fret about quantity, sir Jamal." Pablo solved the problem. He had some leftover Demonite which he made back in the haunted house.

"That’s settled then. Anything else, Pablo?" The King asked.

"Yes. Other than the soldiers, I want some other people with me as well to go inside the mist."

"Tell me."

"Sir Boulder should go with me."

The King looked behind Pablo.

"What do you have to say about that, Boulder?"

"I will go if you give the permission, your highness." Boulder left the decision on the King.

"Sure then. You can go. But Pablo, do you only want Boulder with you inside the mist? No other High Dukes?"

"Yes, my lord. Only sir Boulder." Pablo said, sparing a glance at Jamal.

Jamal was straight faced but Pablo saw the clenched jaw of the high Duke. He was pissed.

’I don’t want him inside the mist. He can kill me there.’

Pablo couldn’t risk going with Jamal.

"Anyone else?" The King asked.

"Yes. I want one more person." Pablo wasn’t done.

"Who?" The King would hear it.

Pablo placed his hands on his knees and shared the name.

"The Chief of the Village, Socrates."