"Come to think of it," said the stooped old man, holding on to a stick made from the tree root. "The king who rules Artapurana today is believed by his people to use magic power to seize the throne of Artapurana from the previous king."
"Yeah, I also heard about the rumors," said the prince.
"What are you going to order us, Your Majesty?" asked the Right Counselor.
The king took a deep breath, he thought of one or two things he could do to repel Artapurana's soldiers besides sending five thousand of his soldiers to the border area.
"My son!"
"Father," the prince bowed his head, ready to accept the king's orders.
"I want you to bring another thousand soldiers," said the king. "Your role is to pay attention to the conditions over there, don't get too close, and capture their supreme commander alive."
"Father," the prince bowed again and left the room.
