"A bar under his territory." Farakle was very honest now.
"Oh, is that Folande person very close to you?" Jacob asked.
"He's not. He's a politician after all. We're just acquaintances. Sometimes I help him to wipe his a*s," Farakle replied. "Sometimes, when he takes part in an election, I'm the one setting up his campaign."
"Do you have anything else to add about them?" Jacob said.
"That's all I know. I'm nothing compared to them," Farakle said and shook his head slightly. "I'm just a puny citizen and they're not. They have much more money and power."
"It seems people here are not as honest as I imagined, but perhaps there'll always be one or two people who beg to differ," Jacob smiled and said. "Are you sure you have nothing else?"
"I'm sure," said Farakle.
"Then I won't bother you anymore," Jacob said. "It's an honour to visit you today. I'm sorry for all this. Goodbye. Ah, no, we won't be seeing each other again."
"Aren't you going to cure my disease?" Farakle was shocked.