The King and Pablo had their eyes locked with each other.
The table between them remained as a mediator.
When Pablo had first come to the King's castle, he had told the King that in return for cleaning the mist, he wanted something and he would tell that 'something' later.
And now that Pablo mentioned it again, the King rebelled that he would not give it. That he was a scum just like Pablo.
"Fine then, my lord." Pablo patted his knees.
He stood up.
"We will see who is a bigger scum in the end."
"That we'll do." The King was ready.
Pablo nodded.
He shoved his hand inside his bracelet and took out two things.
The Demonite and Kevlar.
