Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 225: Brave Of You

The Chief of the Forsaken Village. His name was Socrates and he was blind.

And Pablo shared the name with the King while saying he wanted to take the man with him inside the mist.

And when the King heard it, he broke into a smile.

Then a laugh escaped his mouth as he shook his head.

"What a coincidence, Pablo. Certainly one of a kind." He said, having a small laugh.

"What is it, my lord?" Pablo obviously didn’t get it.

"Today, we received a letter." The King shared.

"Yes?" Pablo wanted to know more.

"A crow arrived on the window of this room and it had a piece of paper grabbed on his mouth. It then threw it at me and flew off. I saw the paper and I found that it was a letter and a letter from none other than the very same person you spoke of just now."

Pablo raised his brows. "Socrates?"

"Yes. He sent me a letter." The King laughed some more.

"What was written there?" Pablo wanted to know.

"He was requesting me to assign him for this thing as well. He knows you and he wants to go inside the mist with you. He also said he will be helpful. No one knows the Village better than him. And here you are, asking for the very same thing. What a coincidence." The King shared the details.

"Indeed. I want him for all those reasons as well."

"It shall be done. He will accompany you for the mission. A tailor will be arranged for him as well. And he shall be escorted right away in the castle."

"But your highness, he is a villager and he is living in a slum. We can’t allow such people inside our castle." Jamal was against the decision.

"The mist will kill us all, Jamal. We can lose our rules for a while. Let this all be over with." The King would do what he wanted. He disregarded Jamal’s concern.

Jamal went silent. He didn’t argue.

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"Thanks for that and now about the weapon smiths. I want them to do their job." Pablo proceeded with his plans.

"Explain." The King said.

"The Weapon smiths shall make weapons for all the soldiers from the Demonite. Swords, halberds, axes, spears, all kinds of weapons. It will help for the fight. There is no war without weapons. And you should also prepare some cannons as well, my lord. They will go inside the mist and they shall be packed with destruction."

"It will be done. And you certainly are calm for someone who is going to face the armies of two kingdoms." The King remarked.

Pablo smiled. "I am nervous, my lord. I am."

"You don’t look though."

"That’s not important right now. I suggest we discuss further plans, my lord." Pablo was not fond of wasting time for no reason.

"Sure." The King also agreed and Pablo carried on.

"Everyone who is going inside the mist should have a Receiver and inside it, the numbers of everyone shall be present. Your number too, my lord."

"Noted. Keep talking."

"Another problem inside the mist is visibility. Nothing is visible inside. We can’t even see each other and when the mist gets thicker, then it’s just worse. So for that, I am going to create something."

"What?"

"Infrared glasses or goggles." Pablo revealed.

"What does that do? That’s the first time I heard infrared. I only understood the glasses and goggles part."

"Everyone has heat inside them, my lord. The heat of their blood. And with those glasses we’ll be able to see others." Pablo explained.

"If everyone has heat then how will you be able to differentiate between enemies and allies?" The King asked.

"Our suits will be burning, my lord. So obviously our heat will be bigger than our enemies as they are without any burning suits. That’s how we will differentiate."

"You have thought very well. If you can create these glasses then go ahead. You’ll get all the materials you want."

"Thanks. Write the materials down, I am telling them."

"Rower, write what he says." The King ordered.

"As you say, your highness."

One of the high Dukes with a ponytail hairstyle took out a pen and paper.

Pablo began telling all the materials he needed for the infrared glasses.

It was very unlikely that the people here would understand what he needed but he made sure to keep it simple.

It took him ten minutes to share everything.

"That’s all." Pablo finished.

"Rower, go and fetch all these things right now." The King ordered.

Rower obliged and left the room.

"What else, Pablo?"

"I need ten pairs of these shoes, my lord. They are sturdy and stylish." Pablo gestured at his black shoes he was wearing right now.

"Haha. You want them for your personal use I assume?"

"Yes."

"Fine. You will get them."

"You are kind."

"What about your assistant though? How will you find her? And are you sure she is still alive? She should have extreme luck to survive there for one week."

’She has that luck.’

"I am just hoping for the worst. If she is alive then it’s all good and if she is dead then I’ll kill those who killed her."

"At least you know what to do. Anything else you need?"

Pablo went silent. He thought for a while.

He had arranged the tailors, weaponsmiths, the whole army of the King would be there, Boulder, Socrates, Infrared glasses, Lee would make copies of various things.

Pablo couldn’t think of anything left other than preparations.

"I don’t think I need anything else, my lord. You just prepare the speech you’ll give to people that day. And also be ready for what I want in return for eradicating the mist."

"Hmm?" The King leaned forward. His face found a frown. "We are already giving you the credit for clearing the mist. What makes you think that you will get anything else from us?"

Pablo leaned forward on the sofa as well.

"My lord, my name is Pablo Castillo and before being a detective I am a scum. I will stoop down to hell to get what I want."

"Oh." The King raised his brows. He then smiled.

"So, Pablo Castillo, it’s brave of you to assume…" The King met Pablo’s gaze with no fear.

"That I am not a scum myself."