King Maite looked at the two men with a sidelong smile. "Come to the palace now. Let's talk nice."
Jerry and prince Ken do as the Maite king says. They both followed king Maite on his way to the palace. There was an instant rush in their minds to cut off king Maite's head. But they did so in an effort to prevent chaos.
King Maite sits on the throne with pride. "Telling people is useless. They don't know what you're talking about. That terrorism has nothing to do with them. Because all they care about is food and clothing to keep them alive."
"So it was you who had planned the ACTS of terror," jerry said in a cold voice. He lowered his head and was trying hard to contain his anger.
"Right. I was so happy when it hit the mark," said King Maite with a small laugh. Because of his laughter, jerry glared.
