193 A Messenger For The King

Kong popped back up and blinked rapidly. Erom stared at him concerned. “Is something wrong with you? Why did you pop off like that?” “The king?” He whispered. “You actually want me to go meet the king?” “Yeah,” Erom continued, still unaware of what the problem was. “Do you need to see a healer or something like that? Are there such facilities in Maracara?” “What are you talking about?” Kong jumped to his feet. “I am going to meet the king of Aerithor, one on one and you are talking about a healer?” “Oh,” Erom relaxed back into his seat. “You are star struck.” “Of course I am!” The lad returned. “Unlike some of you who are chummy with the king, some of us still consider it an honour to meet him.” Erom chuckled. It was true. He had to realise that it was still a big deal after all to meet the king. “Okay, I see what you are talking about.” He said. “Well, I thought you said you did not care about the crown or something like that.” “Well, I do care about the king, are you kiddi