The mood was pleasant.
Draxus and Flashy were on good terms now and Pablo let them chat.
He walked in front of them and after a few more minutes, he finally reached an entrance.
On the top of the gate, Ground 7 was written.
Pablo went inside and a soldier greeted him.
"Welcome, Marshal. You are supposed to go to Building 1."
"And these two?" Pablo gestured at Draxus and Flashy.
"Building 2." The guard answered.
"You heard him. Get going." Pablo ordered.
Draxus and Flashy nodded and went to their destination.
Pablo also didn’t remain standing and went to building 1.
Ground 7 had many buildings and Pablo was called at the second largest building.
There were guards around, wearing green uniforms and no one bothered Pablo.
Pablo stood in front of the building’s entrance and took a deep breath.
He did one last check at his Marshal uniform and finally opened the door.
Inside, there were soldiers roaming around with papers and other things.
’It’s like the hall of a hotel.’
Pablo looked around and found a reception desk.
He went there and before he could ask anything…
"At the top floor." The receptionist said. It was an old man and he was surely fed up with his job. He didn’t even look at Pablo.
Pablo also didn’t bother with him and went towards the stairs.
There was a lift too but he liked to avoid confined spaces.
He began climbing the stairs towards the top floor.
It took him three minutes to finish the stairs before he finally saw the sign of the 10th floor.
’So this building has ten floors.’
Pablo wasn’t out of breath even after climbing thousands of stairs.
He stood in front of the main door of the floor and with determination on his face, he opened it.
First thing he noticed was that it was not a typical floor of a hotel from earth.
It was just an extra large room.
The tenth floor was a room.
And the second and the last thing Pablo noticed was… there were people sitting in the hall of the room.
A large rectangular table was placed and around it many people were sitting.
They were wearing the same uniform as Pablo.
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They were all Marshals.
In total, they were nine and Pablo was the tenth one.
’Am I late?’
Pablo was the last one to appear after all.
He closed the door of the room and walked towards the table.
All the nine people stared at Pablo and Pablo gave them no look.
There were numbers written on the back of the chairs and Pablo found the number 10 chair.
His chair was placed diagonally to the chair number 1.
He stood behind his chair and with no permission or other shit like that, he pulled it and sat on it.
After finally sitting on his chair, did he look around at each and everyone present in the room.
All the marshals were males and the man sitting on the number 1 chair was the most authoritative figure in the room.
Along with that, out of nine marshals, eight were old men. They were ten times older than Pablo.
Pablo and Diablo were the only ones who were young.
Diablo was sitting on Pablo’s right side, on chair number 9 and beside Diablo, there was Graham on chair 8.
The marshals remained silent even after Pablo arrived.
The room was tense and Pablo knew who would break this atmosphere.
"How are you doing, Pablo?" Diablo asked. He was the only one carefree enough to chat.
"I am good. I am looking forward to this." Pablo tried to chat as well.
"Why not introduce ourselves first?" Diablo said.
"Sure. I am listening." Pablo would like to know the names of everyone present.
Though, they all had their name tags stitched on their uniforms but it would be nice if each of them introduced themselves on their own.
But Pablo made one mistake.
"As I thought," The man sitting on chair number 2 spoke. "This guy is unfit to become an Abyssal Butcher."
’What?’ Pablo didn’t get it but he didn’t ask as well.
"Why do you say that?" Diablo asked though.
"You are also new here. Let me tell you what happens here." The 2nd chair man stood up.
His brown eyes pierced Pablo and Pablo glanced at the man’s name—Luther Hazard.
"Do you know why there are numbers written on the chairs?" Luther asked.
’Yes.’ Pablo knew the answer but he would let the man speak.
"The higher the number you have, the weaker your authority is in this division. You three are at the bottom right now."
"That I understand but what’s wrong with introducing ourselves?" Diablo asked.
"There is a rule of this division. One simple rule." Luther glared at Pablo and revealed the rule :
"You must respect the hierarchy."
Pablo stayed silent.
Luther continued.
"This man should not be listening to our introductions. He should be the first one to tell us about himself. He is at the lowest level here and till then, he should keep his head low if he wants to live here. He came here just because of the King. It was so very easy for him. He should be grateful to receive such a thing. Heck, he should lick our feet to make him allow us to sit here."
Luther kept his glare on Pablo and with harsh words, he finished his little speech, sitting back down on his chair again.
The man at the number 1 chair turned his head at Pablo.
And all the other Marshals also stationed their gaze at him.
Thum!
Pablo placed his palms on the table.
Then he took a long sigh.
He raised his head and looked straight at the man in front of him. Luther Hazard.
Pablo stood up from his chair and his eyes went from Luther to the main man of the room—First Marshal.
Now that Pablo looked closely, the man had a bigger chair than the rest of the Marshals.
But that didn’t matter at the moment.
The first Marshal also locked eyes with Pablo but Pablo again darted his eyes on Luther.
Luther stared back and opened his mouth.
But Pablo spoke first.
He spoke first and he spoke heavy…
While looking at Luther’s eyes, Pablo straight out said :
"When your mom sucks my dick she doesn’t complain about hierarchy. So why do you?"
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