In another tent not very far from this place where plans for the orcs' future were being made, two men sat facing each other, busy sizing each other up. Abgesandte and Kitapkurdu were like water and oil. Currently, they were just trying to decide who would play which role.
"Judging by the fact that you left your city for important duties at this young age, I can comfortably say that you are a person to be appreciated by the administrators!"
Kitapkurdu had seemingly paid a great compliment, but what he said in the subtext was actually completely different. Although he had calmed the commanders down during the meeting by saying the envoy was on an important mission, the truth of the matter was no one would send the person they valued most to a place with a danger of death.
Obviously, this boy possessed a brilliant intellect, but since he lacked solid supporters in his society, he had a position that could be sacrificed. Kitapkurdu emphasized this in the politest way possible; the boy, smiling slightly first in return, started speaking calmly after taking a sip from the goblet in his hand.
"Thank you for your kind words, but mine are not even worth mentioning next to your achievements. Although you were born in lands where power and majesty are everything, your position within your tribe is in a state completely inversely proportional to your physical features!"
The child envoy played the same game by choosing different cards. He was telling the orc opposite him that coming to the position he had was only thanks to his father. After Kitapkurdu took a deep breath and released it slowly, his expression changed suddenly and became serious.
"I see we won't reach a conclusion this way; the time has come to speak openly. Abgesandte, you want to sign a neutrality agreement, but I know you have many orders taken to be delivered to the Main Orc Tribe!"
While the child envoy thought he suppressed Kitapkurdu, his cheeks about to reach his ears with pleasure returned to their old places rapidly.
"Obviously, you are not in a position to upset the people who are your biggest customers. These war machines are your city's only source of income. I ask you, what if you could receive different orders for a new material, and what could you tell me about the future of the person bringing this business?"
While expecting to listen to a few ridiculous ideas or suggestions, a gift box wrapped in iridescent paper was left in front of the blond boy. Now there was a single question in his mind? Should he hold its huge red bow and open this?
"These are very assertive words, but they might make sense depending on what the material you mentioned is!"
"It is very clear you are a type who doesn't believe without seeing! Please open your eyes wide now!"
When Kitapkurdu waved his hand, two spheres flew from the transportation ring on his finger and landed in his palm. One of these marble-sized items was mottled ice color, the other red bordering on black. When looked carefully, cold winds blowing and flames burning fiercely could be seen inside them.
"Would you like to examine them yourself?"
The little boy was seeing the objects standing before him for the first time in his life. Since he succumbed to his excitement, he snatched both spheres without speaking a single word. He examined the ice and fire marbles for a long time; hundreds of breaths later, when his investigative side was satisfied, he lifted his head and started speaking.
"What kind of order do you have in mind? Is it possible for me to learn the usage forms of these objects?"
Seeing the boy's excitement, Kitapkurdu understood the fish swallowed the bait and got caught on the hook. Along with a sly smile, he took out a few more parchments from his transportation ring.
"I had the opportunity to make a few drawings before you came! I can explain over them if you wish!"
When he took the papers in his hand, Abgesandte would look thoroughly stupid; these were works requiring quite mastery. He was a bit ashamed when he saw who the person he implied gained his position with his father's nepotism actually was.
The young envoy could only leave the orc tribe, which he wanted to leave the next day, three moon cycles later upon this event. Actually, this was a very fruitful cooperation for both men. In the time to pass, Abgesandte's practical engineering knowledge and what Kitapkurdu gained from countless sources he read would be blended.
While the night continued, Gulag, Eftelya, and the Blood God sat chatting in another tent. When a few short sentences where mutual nice words were said ended, Nafız turned to the skinny old man and spoke.
"Gulag, a task you need to do is written on this parchment. I want you to mobilize all your means for this. You will achieve this somehow. Excuses or failure are not even in question!"
The female orc, jumping from her place suddenly after her short clear speech, opened the leather door of the tent and threw herself out. The two people remaining inside were looking behind her with astonishment; everything had happened very suddenly.
Gulag fell into hesitation between opening and not opening before putting the paper given to him neatly into his bag and returning to chatting with the young girl. The old man's final decision would be leaving this for later. He was stuck with the job; he didn't want to waste this moment where he could get valuable information by lowering his morale.
After leaving the tent, the Blood God headed rapidly towards the outside of the tribe. When she stopped a few ten steps later, there were a few rocks and the transport vehicle coming from Nikonya city around her. Nafız drew a deep breath into her lungs. after releasing the air devoid of humidity before coming to the point of making herself cough, she tilted her head slightly to the right and called out into the darkness.
"How are you, Jashua!"
A figure from within the darkness answered this call. After taking a few steps, he spoke silently.
"Ma'am!"
Nafız slowly turned to the side where the voice came from. After scanning the person standing opposite her from head to toe, she put her hand under her chin and started thinking. The differences between the state she left the child throwing himself at her feet in Gulag's dungeons and his current appearance would surprise the Blood God.
Jashua was wearing a black suit. While the shirt inside was red, two buttons from his collar downwards were open. The young boy's skin was snow-white; it had a pure color that was never stained. Thanks to his pale texture, it was as if he was absorbing the little amount of light in the environment too.
A moment later, when the moon hiding behind the clouds appeared, everything became even clearer. A character leaped from the twilight zone stood before her. Even though her current state was already a disaster, Nafız couldn't help envying Jashua when she compared him with her type in her previous life.
"I see your physical development has accelerated quite a bit. You look much older than your age!"
The Blood God was telling the truth. The height of the child who should be eleven years old was almost as much as hers.
"Since my transformation started, this issue attracted my attention too. Although I don't want to attract too much attention among ordinary people, it is not possible for this reason."
The white-skinned boy spoke confirming what Nafız said. The solemnity in his voice was striking.
"How are your blood control and hunger? Have they increased enough to put you in trouble?"
When Nafız completed her question, the shape Jashua's face took explained everything, but the moon-skinned boy had to explain the situation with words.
"Ma'am, I can easily manipulate people remaining below my level, but the real trouble is hunger attacks suppressing from time to time. My reason for being here is to ask for help from you personally about this subject!"
What she feared was happening to Nafız. It wouldn't take very long for the child taking the founder leader's blood essence to start showing his features.
"Jashua, I guess the time has come to change the place where you will live. When you return to Nikonya, you will need to say goodbye to your family and settle in the place orcs call Sacred Lands with the person who will come with you. During the time you spend there, you will be able to hunt wild creatures and satisfy your hunger."
Nafız had been thinking about this subject for a while. The most logical solution was for Jashua to continue his development in this place far from eyes.
"Can I learn the person who will come with me? I wouldn't want to create a danger in terms of their own safety!"
Jashua was aware of what he was turning into day by day. He had already started experiencing moments when he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't take his companion's life.
"No need to worry about that subject, but if you are very curious, you can meet of course. In the north direction, four hundred steps away, he is watching you right now anyway!"
Young Jashua turned in that direction in panic. At the same time, an arrow with a blood-red tip passed in front of his eyes.
"Blood Warrior Sangre will take care of you. As you see, he acts a bit aggressively. You found the person who will match you best on this continent as a fighting partner, little one!"
This was a challenge. Sangre had been unhappy due to this task given because he would stay away from his master, from war, and just babysit a small child.
"I understand; ma'am, if I may, I would like to give a response to this warm hello!"
The blood of the founder of the Sacred Blood Sect was flowing in Jashua's veins. How could he remain silent in the face of this situation?
Reaching his right hand towards the inner pocket of his jacket made of satin fabric, he took out a small tube. A moment later, a red liquid would start flowing to the ground from the tube he broke by pressing hard.
Judging by its texture and smell, this liquid could be nothing but blood. Jashua waited until all of it poured out. Then, he wiped his hand on his blood-red handkerchief he took from his jacket's breast pocket and pointed to the direction where Sangre was with only his index finger.
Blood droplets, most of which fell on the soil, appeared rapidly in front of him. They had shapes resembling long nails. While speeding towards the pointed direction, they could barely be discerned in the darkness of the night.
Although seeing the incoming attack was impossible for a normal person, the person we mentioned was Sangre. His senses sharpened as a Blood Warrior whispered to him that danger was coming from the front. When he left where he stood like a storm, he felt the wind of the blood nails coming onto him on his skin. When he looked behind, pieces of shattered rocks were flying.
"It seems you will get along very well! I'm going now; you continue without making too much mess around!"
Nafız knew like her name that the two people she left behind wouldn't stop. They had started a dogfight once; even if no one knew, it would last until morning.