Pablo had called the King.
The King wasn't expecting some hi and hello from Pablo but he surely wasn't expecting Pablo to say this:
"I want your help in creating some Gods. You in?"
The King remained silent for a while, digesting what he had just heard.
But since he couldn't make Pablo wait too long, he said the first thing that came to his mind.
"What?"
Pablo sighed.
"I want your help in creating some Gods. You in?"
"That I heard. It's just… you want to create some Gods?"
"Yes. I want to create them."
"Alright. How many Gods are in this some Gods of yours?"
"Ten. I want to create ten Gods. And stop being so surprised. I will kill you."
"Alright. Alright. What do you want from me? And we do worship Gods. There is God Ambala whom my family has worshiped since I was a kid."
"There is no God Ambala. That's a false one. Your family created him out of thin air. I will make people meet the real ones."
