In Carillon
'Execution Spot'
There could be seen a restive mob crying out loud gesticulating with lots of anger, hatred and resentment.
"Snap his head off," Melon-busted lady cried out as she held her pans and hit it with strength that you never believed a woman could have. "He is worthy of death. Children these days are wonderful. How can a man born of a woman sit in his house while we work and get the food he eats. That's not equity as you guys say coupled with the facts that he is not a citizen."
The angry crowd continued to cry and soon a man with a powerful and muscular physique came with a chopper in his right hand. He wore kaki jeans, not forgetting the scar that cut his left brow and stopped right under his right ear. He stood near the man with whom the crowd cried against.
The cries increased and the people were getting more aggressive. Just then a man came out of a building. He was quite tall, neatly arranged hair and was on green
"What is the cause of this commotion??" He asked as he came closer to the chopper man.
"This man under my nose " he spat. "I thought guys like you got brains to think and didn't need people to spell everything out."
"Hmph." He scuffed "I got a crowd to face before they turn to a mob." as he patted him gently on the shoulder.
"So this is not a mob??" Jack asked.
The Duke ignored him as he turned to face the crowd.
"Dear Carillonists,"He started like a candidate president trying to make his vote speech. "I feel honored to be here this morning for the Lord sent me to speak on his behalf this morning. And he wishes to now the thing that troubles his dear people. You can spend the rest of the day listing your troubles. Your Lord wants to help."
Rumble... Rumble... Rumble
"Oh my God," He exclaimed as he hit his head against his palms. "How on earth or in hell am I meant to hear a word from all this rumble??"
"You asked 'commoners', 'villagers' to pour their hearts to you. How did you expect it to be orderly when..."
"Please," The Duke shouted as be tried to calm the crowd and maintain his poise. "assign a spokesman so that your speech sounds orderly."
The melon-busted lady was their spokesman.
"This man infront of you, bound, is not the only cause of the riot but all his types..."She hissed as peered at the tied man with an unquantifiable anger. "For further information, I am Madame Bloom and I work I in his father's farm and Chloe's bakery on order to make a living. Well she too is another lazy specimen. No wonder they ended up together. It is a very good thing they marry among themselves-lazy brats..."
'So this is what Roger was running away from-Unnecessary information.' The Duke thought within himself as he rubbed his palm against his face roughly pushing his hair behind.
"Oh!I see" He interjected as he scratched his brow gingerly trying all his best to keep his poise.
"So they interact between themselves but recruit you guys as workers?" He asked plainly tryin' to show concern. "There is no equity, I must see the King, he must see into this." With this, he matched into the 'grand' building.
"Jack, take him with me. We must see Roger before the matter get's worse."
The King's Private Court Room
In a large hall, silver furnished with the walls overlaid with bronze and the pillars with gold, everything displayed wealth, glory and power beyond description. There was a man dressed in pyjamas-green and purple striped pyjamas.
"Your Highness" The Duke greeted as he made his way into the hall. He held his hands outward and bowed as he did so.
"So what was it this time?? Those mutants??"
"Yes Your Highness, but this time around, it was your people that were aggressive peering into another man's business."
"Hmm" He hummed in response as he tangled his fingers within his beard in deep reflection.
"Matters are exacerbating Your Highness, if care is not taken they would want the mutants packing."
"What!" He squirmed as he returned to his study table."That's self brought economy suicide."
"Please Your Highness, take this seriously. This is more serious than you can dream of."
The door opened once more, revealing the chopper man and his captive.
"What is this??" The King asked in confusion. "When on earth do captives come here?"
"Now," He said as he brought his hands out biding him to calm down."This one is different."
"Why?"
"Because his offense was been prosperous. And.."
"What the hell are you doing with him?"The King interjected
"The people were so angry that a negative response would have led to death. What on Jupiter could I have done?"
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