suffering from a serious illness. Malam Dawaye knelt before his bed and greeted him, the Sarkin Dogarai answered him. Then the Sarkin Dogarai stood up to leave the room to greet them. Then Sarkin Sabitu raised his head from his bed and looked at the Sarkin Dogarai and said in a deep voice. "When the Maghrib prayer is performed, I want you to come to the Sarkin Makera." "It is finished, may God grant him health and faith." The Sarkin Dogarai answered and left the room quickly. In his heart, he was saying that the Sarkin would not die, because he understood that almost every day in recent days, Sarkin Sabitu met with at least three to four close friends and all in secret. The Sarkin Dogarai's departure was difficult, so Malam Dawaye went to the Sarkina to greet him and said, "May God grant you health and success." Sarkin Sabitu looked at Malam Dawaye from his bed for a long time.  There were signs of defeat and surrender to the world clearly on his face. Malam Dawaye faced this, so he bowed his head to the ground, he could not meet the king's eyes because he would shed tears. For a long time they were in this state, and finally, King Sabitu said, "Malam Dawaye, the reason I called you is because I realized that my illness has not improved, and you already know the fierce hatred that my Wazir Danduna has for me, and you also know that there is no one who will be your king once I die."  He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Dawaye, I always remember the enmity between me and Minister Dandunawa, and I am deeply worried because I do not know what my younger brothers Hassan and Hussein will be like. This is the reason why I called you to come and find out for me what kind of tyrant Minister Dandunawa will be like after death." King Sabitu was silent, while Malam Dawaye stroked his long, white beard, as white as sheep's hair, then he pulled the country's flag that he had brought to him, spread it out in front of him, then looked at King Sabitu and said, "May God grant you victory and health, it is over, let us see, the hard work has not even begun." King Sabitu's face turned pale a little because he was relieved that the old scholar had never struck the ground and found any serious disagreement.  Because historically, during the time when King Sabitu was in power, this old scholar had defeated him ten times, each time assuring them of victory in battle, but not once did they find any evidence of bloodshed or bloodshed. This is why every issue affecting the country, from the perspective of the state of the city to the resources of agriculture, was decided by the old scholar. Malam Dawaye looked at the blackboard covered with fine sand, and began to look at the mathematical figures I was looking at and erasing, from time to time he raised his head and shook his head, and finally he looked up and looked at the king and said, "May God grant you health and victory, the strategy you are trying to use is the only solution. Are you sending a great friend of yours a lot of wealth to hide from your brothers?" King Sabitu nodded and said softly. "Of course, this is my intention."  MalamDawaye continued, "This is certainly a great strategy, because after you, Minister Dandunawa will certainly become king, and sadly, he will be one of the most tyrannical kings ever in this country. I also want you to know that once you die, the kingdom will be