"This is really good!" King Frondor bit into his meat skewer with relish. He had never had such tasty meat before.
"Mmm… Master Yandal always makes the best meat." Blake was now eating his meat skewers after being scolded by half the patrons here, all because he made a small comment about how he might be a tyrant.
"I am afraid that my entire clan might move to Destiny City if your food is this good…." King Frondor couldn't help but worry a little, but at the same time, he would not blame his people. This city was just great. Even he wanted to move here.
"To be honest with you, I will not reject them either." Blake would never reject people who wished to live in his city.
