At times when he is not needed in the village, the Chief practically disappears. Not even his trusted

advisors know where he goes. His wife has an idea but she knows better than to tell anyone about

it. She could not talk about it for a lot of reasons. In a dark room of a certain cellar 3 floors deep

below the ground, the village chief is once again meeting with his not so popular clients. There is a

reason why it was called an underground deal.

“Them wood planks ‘n bricks that y’told us to prepare’s ready,” a short and plump man said,

playing with the large gem on...