Othniel had made an anti-poison potion for Prince Makhota. Fortunately, the royal soldiers were quick to find the ingredients; if it had been a little late, Prince Makhota might have died.
"Soon Prince Makhota will wake up; all of you just calm down," said Othniel.
Not long after, Prince Makhota woke up and immediately vomited black blood.
"Thank goodness the poison has left Prince Makhota's body," said Othniel with a smile.
Queen Efocria was pleased; she gently rubbed her son's head.
"Thank you, Prince Huwu, you helped me again, and my son is now safe," said Queen Efocria.
"Just call me Othniel; no need to call me Prince; I'm just a guest here. And I prefer you to call me by my name," said Othniel.
"Very well." Queen Efocria smiled at Prince Makhota Huwu's humility.
"I wonder what
