Pablo told Cupid that the future was bleak.
He even saw a small fragment of White mist in the sky. It was very small but Pablo saw it because of the dark sky.
He had reached the Hermit slum in the afternoon but the Evening was near when he reached so it didn't take long for the sky to turn dark.
'You always say negative things. Couldn't you have said the future is bright?' Cupid complained.
'I only lie when it's useful to me. Negative or not.'
'Right.'
Cupid stopped talking and Pablo couldn't care less.
He watched the Villagers eating and he was sure that they forgot Pablo was there.
'Will they eat everything today? I don't have extra reserves.' Pablo should have brought more food. If the villagers ate everything then they would be left nothing.
Thirty minutes went by and the scene Pablo wanted to see finally arrived.
The Villagers stopped eating and there was still a good amount of food left.
