Fantasy journey to the heavens

Chapter 13
In the center of the hunting ground is a small manor with a dense row of warehouses.

Late at night, Katim walked here.

He moved casually and opened a warehouse.

Inside, the large piece of grain was instantly revealed.

Maruo on the side immediately looked straight.

Orc tribes have been lurking in the hunting grounds for a long time.

They were too weak to fight against the orc tribe, and they also did not dare to provoke the local lords, so they could only survive and look for some food from various places in the dark.

Except for a few orcs, most orcs have never had enough to eat. When have they ever seen so much food?

"After that, you can come over and move a batch every once in a while."

Katim said calmly: "I will prepare it for you in advance, but in return, you have to do some things for me."

"Yes"

There was no hesitation on Maro's face and he nodded directly: "What do you want us to do?"

He had already been mentally prepared for this when he agreed to Katim.

There must be some use for Katim to keep them.

Otherwise, what are you going to do if you leave them alone?
"Don't worry, it's not difficult for you, it's very easy."

Katim smiled and signaled Maro to relax: "After you have food, you can try to recruit more orcs to increase your strength."

"I'm sure you know where there are more orcs?"

"Summarizing and recruiting those scattered orcs will be very beneficial to your future development."

"it is good."

Maro nodded.

"correct."

Katim seemed to remember something and pointed to the side: "There are some weapons there, you can take them too."

Not only food, but also weapons?

Maro was stunned for a moment, but he was really grateful at this time.

Although he knew that Katim would definitely need them to do something in the future, it was not bad to enjoy such treatment.

From then on, not only could they move out of the dark cave, but they could also have enough food and even weapons to develop.

This kind of treatment can be said to be what they dreamed of in the past.

"You are going to move out of the cave later, right?"

Katim then asked: "Are you ready to go somewhere?"

"I haven't figured it out yet."

Maro shook his head.

"Then follow my arrangement."

Katim said: "I know a place with a very good terrain. No one usually goes there. The terrain is flat and suitable for growing food."

"As the owner of the hunting ground, I grant that land to you. Each adult half-orc individual can receive a certain amount of land from me in exchange for fighting for me and paying a certain proportion of food."

"how do you feel?"

"My lord, you."

Maro was stunned again.

He looked at Katim's calm appearance and felt a little shocked.

Grant land, extract taxes, centralize management
What Katim did was not as if he was using the orcs as a tool, but rather as if he wanted to accept them as his own subjects.

However, why not do this?
As a hybrid of humans and orcs, half-orcs are not compatible with either party.

Now that someone is willing to accept them, what if they surrender?
Thinking of this, Maro's vision gradually became firmer.

As if aware of his change, Katim couldn't help but laugh.

"There's no need to be so stressed."

He spoke softly and said: "The world is indeed difficult, but it will always get better as time goes by." "Believe in yourself and believe in us."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to the orc in front of him.

This is the etiquette of shaking hands, and this world also has it.

Maro was stunned for a long time.

For a half-orc like him, this was the first time someone had treated him with such courtesy.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that maybe there was nothing wrong with surrendering to such a person.

After all, compared to other people, the person in front of them regards them as human beings even if they have the intention of using them.

So he stretched out his hand and shook Katim's hand.

In an instant, time passed and it was two or three months later.

During this period, Katim remained firmly rooted in the hunting ground as always.

He cleans out the invading orcs every day, drives out and kills all thieves and bandits, and regularly turns over prey and food.

All this satisfied Rigg.

But the situation in other places made him not so worried.

"Another orc attacked the caravan?"

In the hall, Rigg couldn't help but feel a headache looking at the paperwork in his hand: "What time of the month is this?"

"The fifth time."

The servant on the side spoke.

"Five times."

Rigg was a little confused: "The orcs are okay, but when did those half-orcs become so bold?"

"Maybe he escaped from other places."

The attendant thought for a moment, and then said: "There are wars happening everywhere now, and the orcs from various places have also been driven away."

"Can't they be caught?"

Rigg frowned: "Where is Sembu? What is he doing?"

"Captain Sembu has done his best."

The attendant said: "Every time Captain Sembu receives news, he will rush there immediately, but the group of orcs seem to be familiar with the terrain and will disappear soon."

"According to Captain Sembu's speculation, some of these orcs may have awakened some special ability, so they can do this."

"Is that so?"

Rigg suddenly frowned.

He knew that it would be difficult to catch those orcs nearby.

This area is not an open area. Because there are not many people around, there are dense forests everywhere.

After those orcs succeeded, who could catch them as long as they went into the forest?

We can't let Senbu chase it alone.

However, it is too unusual for such a long time to pass without even a single living orc being caught.

Rigg frowned, already instinctively aware that this matter was unusual, and was thinking hard.

His thoughts were destined to have no answers.

Because the group of orcs did not escape from other places as he thought, but belonged to Katim's men.

Normal orcs don't know the location and rules of the caravans, nor the nearby terrain, but Katim knows it very well.

Relying on the inside information he provided, Maro led the orc warriors to attack. As soon as he succeeded, he immediately fled deep into the hunting ground. Who could discover this?
Suspect?
how is this possible.

The hunting grounds under the jurisdiction of Katim are very good. There are no problems with the game and taxes paid every month, and not many of the merchants there have been attacked.

In this case, who would doubt it?

(End of this chapter)