It had been seven months since the wave of reform had shaken the tribe. With the participation of the newly born orcs, the production in the mines reached total capacity, and the army became more robust than before.

The changes that took place in the city of Nikonia were much more significant and more violent. Although Godfrey's execution of the commanding officer who was defeated in the war, the new lover of the people, Gulag, who intervened, would manage to calm the events.

The city initially reacted against the shop opened by the orcs, and the merchants who wanted to do business were subjected to intense pressure. People didn't know was that the people the Gulag had chosen as the operators were the men of the Golden Leaf Merchant Guild that Dimitri had sent.

After a while, people would break their prejudices when the enthusiasm of the merchants who flocked to the city for rare gems was reflected in the work of all the shops. In any world, money has proven to be the fastest way to change people.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the garden, which looked like a corner of heaven, the older man's eyes were closed, listening to the sounds of the harp. Unlike the man sitting in his comfy chair, the youngsters standing a few feet away were standing.

"Master, we want to convey the latest news from Nikonia!"

He threw the gray hair that fell on his face behind his ears and the artificial a continued gesture with his hand.

"Young master Godfrey is achieving new success every day after the war. Nikonia is very close to being the largest of the trading cities."

Reaching for the crystal jug on the table, the older man, waving his gilded robe, began to speak after filling his glass.

"Because he is my only son, I unintentionally put a lot of pressure on him. When I sent him to the ends of the world, he was a matter of pride at first, but it seems this defeat worked for him. He got up stronger from where he fell, carrying my blood in his veins; it couldn't have been otherwise!"

The older man was in good spirits, but one of those standing before him didn't look like that at all.

"Master, I have a request. I want to punish the person who killed our brother."

It was Eustace who spoke, and hatred swelled in his eyes.

"This was a test Adhemar had to pass, but he failed. Except for his weakness, there is no one to blame!"

"If I don't take your revenge, I won't be able to rest for a day, master!"

Looking into the eyes of his best disciple, the older man continued his words angrily.

"I, Joffrey de Bouillion, condemn you to five years of closed meditation for your spiteful attitude!"

In the Congregation of the Companions of Light, the master-student relationship was strictly defined. The master had the authority to judge and punish those under him. The master had the power to do so, but the death penalty was rarely given for fear of not recruiting talented youth into his faction.

Joffrey, who cared more about the disruption of his son's order than Adhemar's death, made it clear with his decision that he had no concessions.

While this was happening on the other side of the world, war machines quickly approached Butcher Haydo's tribe. The guards did not rush forward, preferring to wait calmly in their places. They had already received word of the arrival of the war machines painted with the symbol of the core tribe.

The duo of male and female orcs alighted as they got out of the vehicle. The tribe's sentries and the orcs gathered to the sound were also watching.

The short and skinny male orc stood out at first glance, but no one could take his eyes off the female, who walked with the giant pike ax in her hand. This weapon, with big ax blades on both sides, was intimidating hearts with its majesty.

"Who do I see? You finally got your ass up!"

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While Nafız was strolling through the crowd, he recognized the voice of the Bookworm master and ran to him.

"Master, me and my sister set out as soon as we emerged from the presence of the ancestors. If we are late, we ask for your forgiveness!"

Raising an eyebrow at her student's words, Nafız continued to speak.

"How about you're other friends?"

"Master, we came here urgently at your command. Ms. Dilber stated that she would take care of them."

Nafız, whose face turned sour when she heard the name Dilber, was slightly amused when she saw that she was not the only one with these feelings.

"You found a weapon just for you, what do you say? Shall we have a practice fight?"

She tried to speak, stammering, as she noticed the crowd gathering around her increasing moment by moment.

"Sir, I cannot forgive myself if I cause someone in your power to waste their time on me!"

Nafız laughed out loud, remembering his first encounter with the shyly speaking female orc.

"Well done, you've gotten stronger at an extraordinary rate over time, and as a result, you've learned to measure the strength of the other person."

" Yarmagül!"

Blushing at the last word she heard, the female orc began to walk towards the tribe with great strides.

"Disperse! Everyone to work!"

The gathered crowd was slowly dispersing, accompanied by the shouts of the orcs who stood guard. She was going to the chief's tent, taking her student with her in Nafız.

"Your sister's weapon is dazzling, and your father will be envious when he sees it. Where is your grace, Bookworm?"

Curious about the item her student took from the reward dungeon, Nafız asked her question without waiting.

"Master, I don't know how to say this, you might think I'm crazy, but I'm confused too!"

Nafız, tired of the Bookworm's babbling, grabbed his collar, and her student spoke up.

"After the goblin king died, a metal box appeared; when I wanted to take it, it transformed into light and entered my head. Since then, my strange abilities have evolved."

"Go ahead, give some examples!"

"I think he can record everything he sees in my brain. When I want to remember, I close my eyes and watch it again, down to the smallest detail."

Nafız was highly excited.

"And what you read, can you remember them?"

"Yeah, it's like it's all being written in my mind, word for word."

Although the young orc couldn't figure out the change she was going through, Nafız could only guess from her past life experiences.

"We called you Bookworm too, but were we in a hurry? Look, you've officially become a computer!"

The Bookworm, who was confused after the words of his master, who laughed with laughter, continued to walk beside him silently.

"I forbid you from revealing your acquired talent to anyone else, including your father. I guess that every time you use your ability, you have to put in a tremendous effort. Except for the books and recipes I will give you, you will not use your talent."

Although the Bookworm did not take this barbarian woman very seriously at first, he believed he had a high level of knowledge in alchemy when he had his sister dead in one stroke.

"Master, your secrets will be safe with me. I swear on my orc honor!"

"They better be safe; such a clever orc is rarely born. It would be a waste to die early!"

The chief's tent was in sight as the sighing Bookworm began to break out in a cold sweat. The warrior orc standing guard at the door bowed respectfully and opened the leather door, and those sitting inside turned their gaze to Nafız and her disciple.

"Please go ahead. I want to start the meeting!"

Alyon babbled when he saw the duo who had kept him waiting for a long time. While Nafız went to her usual place sternly, her student sat in the first space he found. Inside the tent were the core and all the top orcs of the newly conquered tribe.

"As I said before, you are the chief of the tribe, Haydo the Butcher. This position was given to you because of your courage and adherence to the customs of your descendants."

Butcher Haydo, who jumped to his feet after Alyon's words, saluted by hitting his chest twice after making a fist.

"Nafız, will you take over from now on? We'd love to hear from you about the missions and the tribe's goals."

Nafız, looking at Alyon with one eyebrow raised, started to speak without breaking her composure.

"The war chief of the tribe is Sangre, the Chief of the Supply Division is the Bookworm. Their souls and bodies are my property; their words are my words."

All but the new chief were core tribe members. Since they knew Nafız very well, they kept quiet. Butcher Haydo looked around him with a furtive glance and thought that his speech was not very wise.

"Pigtail, you continue to serve as chief of the core tribe. Regarding Miloş, everything I said before remains valid. I've transferred your duties as war chief to him, so find a skilled orc and bring it to the quartermaster."

Butcher Haydo watched the female orc in amazement. Seeing that she was also given strict orders to the Core Tribal Chief, he doubted her position in the hierarchy.

"The business relations of Butcher Haydo, Tribe, and Nikonia will be conducted through intermediaries we trust. One of my students, Sangre, will perfect the military militarily, while Bookworm will organize the production and internal affairs of the tribe."

The new chief was trying to stand up with all his will as he was crushed under the gaze of the female orc.

"There is only one thing we want from you. To lead the first army of the Great Orc Empire, worthy of your name. What are you saying?"

"Yes, sir!"

As the voice of Butcher Haydo, screaming with the intense psychological pressure on him, resounded within the tribe, Nafız shook her head with a smile.

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Conquering the world on horseback is easy. The tricky thing is to get down and manage it.

Genghis Khan