"Mortars?" The adjutant hesitated for a moment.
All mortar troops must continuously bombard the Olympus Tree at the mountain top, as personally commanded by His Majesty King Bernifax.
Isn't this a misuse of public resources for personal gain? Would I be left holding the bag when the time comes...
"What? Do you have a problem?" Alfred narrowed his eyes, showing a dangerous expression.
The adjutant, well versed in office politics, immediately shook his head: "No problem! It's just that the mortar troops are directly under His Majesty's command, and they might not easily obey the orders of an adjutant like me. Could Lord Alfred please provide a written order?"
"Of course." Alfred spoke indifferently, waving his hand to quickly write a note, and finally signing his own name.
