Sixty seven

The throne has been filled with tensions, the ministers have been on the hot seat since morning, and he gave them no resting torment. He has been bringing out their flops as a minister. Their faces held a frowned glimpse, many wished to leave, but they had no excuse to give to the king since he was on a seat like them since morning. They dare not leave Malik like to sit and go home.

"What is your duty as a minister, if you don't know the thought of your subject? What are the fears and challenges of your people? You don't know. I gave every minister two days automaton to find the link of communication between the subject and their king,"

The king hadn't finished speaking when a medium-height man among the ministers raised his hand, he looked older than the king, and he had a hairy beard, he let out in a calm voice.

"My king, the chiefs governing each street are the link of communication between you and the subject, they are in the position to know the subject's fears.

They are your rep