The King smiled and laughed a bit. He hadn't expected such a stupid question. It truly was amusing to him. H then looked into what he suspected to be the camera.

"Dear citizien, I think you have the wrong imagery of us. We don't kill out of pleasure, but because we must. Almost every Stoinian knows the sacristy of life through hunting. I know it seems archaic, but it is what connects us to our ancestors and teaches us about the reality of nature. We aren't a barbaric hoarde that kills out of sheer pleasure. On the contrary, our society is build around fighting those barbarians. But in short no. We won't kill any Ryccian citizen because he isn't Terran. Especially since you have proven to be productive and become a pillar of Ryccian society. I will refer to my last comment and tell them that I believe every non-Terran species has their worth."

He then pointed to a Terran in the middle who was quite silent. The majority had also become silent, but a few shouted nonetheless.