Pablo told Hena and Gerald, the new kings of new kingdoms, that temples should be built.
Hena and Gerald looked at each other and then they looked at Pablo.
Pablo sighed. "Ask Damascus later about this. He knows what to do. Just copy what he did in Forza and you both shall be fine."
Hena and Gerald nodded.
Pablo carried on.
His eyes fell on Jaun Elia who was writing while standing.
"Are you writing all this?" Pablo asked.
"Yes, sir. You are literally shaping history. This should be written." The writer replied.
Pablo nodded and ignored him.
His eyes then fell on the eight slaves.
"Now all this is done. There is one more pressing thing." He said.
Everyone paid attention.
"The Quintus City."
The slaves drew a sharp breath.
Nike and Hena looked at each other.
Pablo had a total of ten slaves with him.
And as long as slavery existed, Seraphim would never be free of evil.
Pablo turned his head at the king of Forza.
