Jenny was all set to do so lifting. She was more eager than Pablo.
The slaves, Sera and the ghosts peered at the little ghost girl.
"Pfft.." Sera burst into laughter.
"Hahaha!" The slaves and the other ghosts followed her.
All of them shared a hearty laughter.
"She is so cute." Sera said.
"Kids will remain kids." Plato said.
All of them laughed but not Pablo.
"You all are idiots." He said.
"Huh? What?" Plato asked.
Everyone had the sa confused look as well.
Pablo sighed.
He put the cauldron down.
"I am sorry, Jenny. I forgot about you. Please do it." He said.
"Yes. Only you have brains, big brother." Jenny said.
Everyone else didn’t get it and Jenny snapped her fingers.
And in just a second, the big heavy cauldrons vanished from the room.
Tung!
Tung!
All of them heard tal sounds from below and by that they knew that the cauldrons appeared in the main hall.
"Right. We could have done that." Plato understood.
"Yeah. Jenny is the smartest of us." Richard praised Jenny.
The ten slaves dropped down their heads and Sera began looking around the room.
"This house is under your control. You can teleport things from one place to another. That’s what Jenny did. Who’s laughing now?" Pablo said to all the ghosts.
"Yeah. But the way she said that she is going to lift these boys up. Anyone will think like that. We are not detectives like you." Plato defended himself.
"I don’t care either way. I just want to finish the work. Go downstairs and create the black substance. Jenny, sent these things down as well."
Pablo asked for more teleportation and Jenny did it.
Now all the items needed to make the black substance had reached the hall.
"Co, I will give you a demo first then you all can do it."
Pablo walked towards the exit of the room.
"Where are you going?" Plato asked.
"Downstairs." Pablo answered.
"Heh. You should know that it’s not only the things that we can teleport."
"Oh." Pablo stopped.
"So do it then." He spread his arms and this ti, Plato snapped his fingers.
The next second, everyone present in the room disappeared.
"Woah. We are here."
"Just like that."
"This is magic."
The slaves were impressed as they were now in the main hall of the house. They didn’t have to walk down the stairs. They teleported.
"I didn’t know you could do this to people as well. Nice." Pablo said.
"Yes. You wanted to finish as fast as possible, right? So I helped you." Plato replied.
"Alright. Thanks for that. Now let’s focus."
Pablo walked near the cauldrons and stopped in front of them.
"I want these two in the center of the hall. And they should be placed on this stand."
Pablo placed two stands on the hall and looked at Plato.
Plato gave a nod and did his magic again.
The cauldrons were placed on the stands now and Pablo sat cross legged in front of them.
He gathered the items needed to be lted and put them inside the utensils.
This ti both cauldrons were filled to the brim.
"Lit them in fire and stir them. And when you see a black hard thick dirty substance, you can stop." Pablo gave so instructions.
"Alright. Fire them then." Plato said.
"You can touch things, right?" Pablo asked.
"Yes."
"Then you fire them."
Pablo threw the matches at Plato and the ghost caught them.
"Do it." Pablo said.
Plato lit up fire and burned the contents of the cauldrons.
It took ti for everything to catch fire and Plato looked at Pablo for further guidance.
"Now stir them. Let them completely burn and rge into each other. Take this…"
Pablo threw a tal rod towards Plato and then he threw another one.
Plato caught both of them. Now his hands were full with tal rods.
"Stand between these two and stir both of them at the sa ti." Pablo ordered.
Plato obliged and stood between the two cauldrons.
He put the tal rod of his right hand inside one utensil and the rod of his left hand inside another.
And he began stirring them, flipping them upside down.
"How long should I do this?" Plato asked.
"As soon as the material turns like this. Richard will keep an eye on it." Pablo had the black substance from earlier as the demo to show Plato what the final product should look like.
He gave it to the ghost kid Richard and Richard examined it closely.
"When will it turn black?" Plato asked another thing.
"It will take hours. You just keep doing it. The smoke will cover the entire house, it will be visible from far away. Good thing it’s a haunted house so no one will co to check here."
"I have to do this shit for hours?" Plato barked. He was shocked.
"Yes." Pablo gave an honest answer.
"No way. I can’t do that for so long. My hands will fall off."
"Bad excuse."
"I will die."
"Worse excuse."
"Ahngh. I can’t d-"
"You are the eldest ghost here, Plato. It should be only you doing this. That’s all. Stop complaining. You are a ghost. Be a man after dying at least."
Pablo said so heavy words and that finally softened Plato’s expressions.
"Fine. I will do it." He said.
Pablo nodded.
"Alright. You continue here and I will go back to the room. Teleport here if sothing happens."
Pablo looked at Jenny.
"Do it."
Jenny understood and snapped her fingers.
A few seconds later, Pablo, Sera and the other slaves found themselves back in the room.
"Their magic is great."
"I want an Ego like that as well."
"You are too young for that."
The slaves were impressed by the magic of the ghosts and the twelve year old slave was eager to get his Ego.
However, hearing their talks, Pablo found a question.
"When will you get your Ego, Nike?" Pablo asked the eldest male slave among the lot.
"At the end of this month. After fifteen days." Nike answered.
Pablo’s brows shot up. "That’s early. How do you know that though?"
"We all know that. We are told when we were born and when we will turn eighteen."
"Nice. What about you, Hena?" Pablo asked the elf girl. She was the sa age as Nike. Seventeen.
"The first of next month. I will awaken it." Hena answered.
Pablo nodded. "Can’t wait."
Cupid was floating beside Pablo and she was busy writing her diary.
Pablo didn’t disturbed her as he couldn’t care less.
"Let’s make that heat resistant stuff. A costu type thing."
Pablo gathered the items and placed them in the center of the room.
"But what kind of costu resists heat? Do you have any idea?" Sera asked.
Pablo didn’t look at her but gave an answer.
"Kevlar."
’That’s from Earth.’ Cupid knew it.
"Kevlar. That’s a nice na." Sera liked the na.
"It can also be called Aramid fabrics. It will resist the heat and even if it doesn’t then I have a plan that will not harm my mission." Pablo said.
"Sure." Sera would just follow what Pablo says. Kevlar or not. She doesn’t give a fcuk.
Pablo sat on the floor and without waiting for anything, he started doing his work.
He knew how to make things and he also knew the chanism of how Aramid fabrics work.
Pablo used the items necessary for making what he intended to make and he worked with full focus.
The slaves also sat on the floor and watched Pablo doing the work.
"Yes. Keep watching. I will only make one. You all will make the others." Pablo said.
The slaves nodded and paid more attention to everything.
Sera was sitting beside Pablo and she was also watching him but she was watching him with love in her eyes.
The amount of love she had for Pablo would carve a God out of Pablo’s human vessel.
She would go to all the lengths to make Pablo love her. She would kill all the poets and write Pablo’s na wherever love is written.
Pablo knew that full well. The intensity of her love reminded him of himself when he had loved soone back on Earth.
Sera’s gaze was filled with infinite tenderness for Pablo. She would wither just by a re sight of his smiling face.
She was love sick. Or more like…
Hopeless Romantic.
"Do you need to do anything, dear?" She asked.
"Yes. Don’t touch until I am done with this. And stay quiet." Pablo was as crude as ever.
"Okay." Sera moved a little back and didn’t speak anything after that as well.
Pablo’s rough attitude didn’t bother her. She believed her love would soften Pablo eventually.
She kept staring at Pablo and Pablo continued his work.
So smoke was coming from Pablo’s things, he was doing everything carefully with the leather glove on his hand. Pablo would only stop after he was finished.
Two hours passed like that and the house was filled with black smoke.
The slaves coughed but as per Pablo’s order they didn’t avert their eyes from him.
But after five more minutes, they were relieved.
They were relieved because they won’t have to look at Pablo anymore.
The reason for that was…
"It’s done."
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