"Alyon, I have some ideas regarding the administration style of the two regions we hold!"
Nafız, after dragging her friend out of the room and taking him to a quiet place, started listing what was on her mind one by one.
"I can't say anything about the Arid Region; the living space is limited, and we possess two orc tribes, one secret. Do you think managing the region we are in with a single tribe is the right choice?"
This idea must have come to her mind after coming out of the dungeon and encountering the siege. The enemy armies had only two targets, and thus they could advance rapidly. Settlements in a single point could be besieged very easily, and worst of all, they had no allies to rush to their aid.
"Do you think the Orc Steppes were always ruled like this, Nafız? The time has come to share some information from my master's memories!"
The Blood God didn't have as detailed information about the lands she was born in as Alyon. After Mora met the son of the orc lord of the time by coincidence, the only thing they could do was flee. Under these conditions, discussing the political administration forms of the place they were in couldn't even cross their minds.
"In my master's father's time, there were at least ten different tribes even in the Arid Region. Three of them were as strong as the regional orc tribe. It was very rare for an external enemy to even enter the lands for a political visit, let alone lay siege!"
The hulking orc's fists clenched tightly while speaking. The scenes in his memories formed the basis of his ambitions today. An empire standing alone, self-sufficient, striking fear into enemies! When there was an example done before, why not?
"However, this system also has many missing parts. The competition experienced between tribes can sometimes turn into hostility. As in every race, it is impossible not to have bad blood among orcs too!"
Even without the memories they inherited, what they lived since birth was more than enough to confirm this view. Even if you were the most perfect organization in the world, a single rotten apple in the basket was enough to ruin everything.
"My idea will be a bit different, Mr. Chief! Do you know what merit means?"
Alyon, hearing the word for the first time, pursed his lower lip and shook his head left and right, while Nafız continued to speak.
"It is to give the job to the best person who can do it. Not just those who gain some rights by birth, but to authorize the worthy!"
This was already the method they applied for their own circles; small adjustments would be needed to spread it to the general public. The only obstacle standing in front of the system was the lack of a place to ensure the training of competent orcs.
"Good idea, but we need to find talented and knowledgeable orcs to implement it!"
"In my opinion, the hardest job will be changing mindsets. Look, you are still talking about looking for orcs. Tell me, which orc could provide the benefit Gulag provided us?"
Although Alyon's perspective was far above the others, it was still quite narrow. He quickly forgot the humans they benefited from on the way.
"Well, is there another man like Miloş training our warriors in the Sacred Lands? I'm not even counting the gladiator instructor you forcefully invited!"
In the face of what he heard, the hulking orc had to think for a while. Looking around, there were non-orc people in many key points. They had chosen these people because they were cut out for the task they would do; they could go even further.
"Shouldn't you actually share these with my son, who is your student, instead of me? After all, he is the person whose head works the most in our family."
The chief, falling into a difficult situation against many questions, launched a counterattack against his friend. It was obvious from the tone of his voice that he had thrown off his previous uneasiness; he was emphasizing it while saying 'my son'.
"You are right, I'll send a message. Let him work on the matter a bit!"
Nafız accepted the offer by ignoring the implication. Kitapkurdu was at the top of the list of people whose opinion could be taken; the benefit of the first reward dungeon to him had been incredible.
"There is one more issue. We need to solve the development and hiding problem of your grandson. My view is for him to go to the Sacred Lands with his mother. He has the power to handle the reward dungeon alone; he needs to be kept as our trump card for the final attack!"
Just as one problem was solved, a new one appeared. Even though the young orc's bloodline power was legendary, he needed to learn to fight without using it. His abilities were kept secret from the orc society like a secret. If his existence became known, it was certain he would be the first target of enemies.
"It would be an accurate decision. Yarmagül also gets the opportunity to rest comfortably until she recovers!"
"Agreed then. Did any event happen while I was at war?"
After rolling his eyes left and right, Alyon took a deep breath and began to speak.
"I received news that the mines in the Arid Region started working at full capacity. Our establishment in Nikonya is in the position of the most popular shop. Also, the orc community we encountered while coming to this region will be here tomorrow. I am thinking of giving important tasks by looking at their development!"
Those mentioned were Asiyürek and his group, and Nafız would smile slightly thinking about the day they first met. She was very curious about what reaction they would give when they arrived; she wondered how those hungry but honest orcs were right now.
When their conversation ended, the duo moved to the side of the newly reunited family. Although the father's face fell a bit when they told the decision they made about him to the young orc, there was nothing he could do. The convoy dropping off the group coming from the Sacred Lands would carry the mother and son on the return journey.
The young orc seemed pleased with the situation. Although his mother was inside the healing bath, more than five day-cycles had passed since she opened her eyes.
During this time, she was waiting for Çekiçdöven by telling her son the events she witnessed. Following what he heard, Alyon's grandson was very curious about the heroes in his imagination.
"I hope Blood Warrior Sangre and my uncle Kitapkurdu will also be in the arriving convoy. I want to meet both of them!"
These two were the people who attracted his interest the most. While Sangre was a strong and ruthless warrior, Kitapkurdu brought his enemies to their knees using his intelligence.
"I am going to meet with the City Lord to have him gather the council. It will be beneficial for them to learn the latest situation in the region!"
Leaving the whole family behind, Nafız set off and started thinking about the responsibilities suddenly loaded onto Alyon's shoulders. Children, grandson; his family had expanded. Consequently, the hulking orc had many attachment points.
He could no longer be just a tough warrior relying on his wrist. It was impossible for him to take a step without thinking about the people he needed to protect.
Am I losing the meaning of the concept of family? she thought to herself. She had seen her friend's situation not as an increase in happiness but as a multiplication of troubles.
Anyway, she said, and instead of walking slowly from the main road, she increased her speed towards the castle in the center of the city by diving between the buildings.
Although she had to pass through places where structures built in adjacent order were located, she knew how to turn the situation into a game. She was as happy as small children rejoicing when they climbed the steps in front of the shops.
"So that's how it is, you ignore us, huh! The amount you will give has doubled; let's see which is more important. The gold you earn or the lives of your child and wife?"
She had just passed the building when she heard the speech with her sharp ears, but a breath later, the Blood God would have to change her direction.