Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party in Another World-Chapter 747:

TL: Rui88

As a scholar of the Scholars’ Tower of Gabella, Arvis knew what a shaman was among the orcs.

The orcs on the Great Plains generally believed in the existence of the Spirit of the Plains, and the shamans were the group responsible for communicating between the mortal world and the Spirit of the Plains. However, their work was not limited to this; they were also responsible for passing down the clan’s knowledge, or in other words, educating the next generation.

However, what shocked him even more were the old orc’s next words. “And I also know that your name is Arvis.”

This left Arvis completely perplexed. For a moment, he was speechless. It was the old orc who solved the mystery for him. “Many years ago, I once followed a caravan to Gabella. I listened to your speech at the foot of that towering White Tower. I have to say, it was an unforgettable experience.”

“I see. It’s a small world after all!” Arvis said with emotion, then thought of his current situation and was overcome with sorrow. “I never expected that many years later, I too would follow a caravan to your lands, only to end up as a prisoner.”

He was rather pessimistic about his fate. After all, in the established impression of humans, orcs were a cruel and tyrannical race. Moreover, these uncivilized barbarians probably did not know how to respect knowledge and its holders.

The old orc grinned, revealing his large tusks. “Master Arvis, a wise man among humans, why must you be so sad? Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Otasi!”

“O… Otasi!” Arvis’s eyes widened, and his long eyebrows trembled.

Grand Chieftain Abal and the King’s Tent had not risen overnight. The Gabella Empire to the south was certainly not ignorant of the long-standing events on the Great Plains, especially since the two sides had just fought a war.

And as one of the high-ranking figures in the Gabella Empire, Arvis also knew of many important figures on the plains besides Abal. Much of the intelligence had been told to him by MacDonald; the marshal placed great importance on the rise of the orcs.

Among the many pieces of orc intelligence that Arvis knew, Otasi was included. It was said that he was an extremely important figure by Abal’s side.

As the fearsome Grand Chieftain of the orcs, Abal’s upbringing was rather difficult. He lost his father’s favor in his youth, and it was Otasi who took on the responsibility of raising him, keeping him by his side and teaching him carefully.

Due to his special upbringing, Abal developed a forbearing personality and secretly cultivated his own power, while Otasi always stood by his side, silently providing help.

The previous Grand Chieftain of the King’s Tent had died rather suddenly, without making arrangements for his successor. In this situation, Abal, as the eldest son, should have been the natural next Grand Chieftain. But because he had long lacked his father’s favor, there was much dispute, especially from his unconvinced brothers, who joined forces to oppose him. Their followers were numerous, and their combined strength far exceeded Abal’s, which undoubtedly put him in a perilous situation. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

At the critical moment, Otasi stood firmly by Abal’s side. At this time, he was already the highest-ranking shaman in the King’s Tent, and his attitude undoubtedly went a long way in turning Abal’s disadvantage around.

After a series of brutal civil wars, Abal emerged victorious, becoming the undisputed Grand Chieftain of the King’s Tent. And Otasi, as his long-time supporter, became the person with the second-highest status in the King’s Tent, second only to Abal.

“Forgive my rudeness, Lord Otasi!” Arvis placed a hand on his chest and bowed slightly to the figure before him, who was equivalent to a prime minister in a human nation.

He did not question whether Otasi was an imposter, because almost no orc dared to be disrespectful to the shamans who were responsible for communicating with the spirits.

Arvis inquired, “So, this place is…”

“Are you trying to say the King’s Tent?” Otasi smiled and continued, “No. Where the Grand Chieftain is, there the King’s Tent will be. This is just an ordinary orc settlement. And our Grand Chieftain is currently still in Ordo.”

“Thank you for the correction!”

“You’re welcome, Master Arvis.” Otasi smiled. “As far as I know, you escaped from the Gabella Empire?”

Although the high-ranking officials of the empire did not publicize Arvis’s departure, nor did they publicly hunt him down, as the second-in-command of the Scholars’ Tower and an important member of the imperial high command, Arvis’s sudden disappearance could not be concealed. It had probably already spread within certain circles.

Faced with the old orc’s observation, Arvis was greatly surprised. How did the orcs, thousands of miles away, know about his escape?

It seemed the orcs had their own eyes and ears within the empire.

“Yes, His Majesty the current Emperor and I have certain disagreements on matters of policy,” Arvis admitted helplessly.

“Let me guess…” Otasi narrowed his eyes, his thick fingers tapping on the table. “You were most likely pursued all the way here? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have fled in such a panic onto our plains.”

“Yes,” Arvis admitted. “The Emperor has sent assassins. I am in constant danger.”

“Heh heh!” Otasi laughed. “This shows that you have some connection with our plains, and so, under the guidance of the Spirit of the Plains—though in a rather special way—you were sent here.”

He looked at Arvis, carefully stroking his graying beard. After a few minutes, he finally spoke. “Arvis, perhaps we can make a deal?”

“A deal?”

“Yes, a deal!” The old shaman nodded. “The King’s Tent will protect your safety, and you, in return, will need to pledge allegiance to the King’s Tent, to Grand Chieftain Abal!”

Arvis almost suspected he had misheard. He pointed to himself. “I… a human, pledging allegiance to the Grand Chieftain of the orcs?”

“Yes!” Otasi confirmed. “Arvis, your knowledge, your wisdom… are what the orcs, who are trying to escape barbarism, need. Our society is indeed very primitive, and I am not ashamed to admit it.”

The old orc’s gaze towards Arvis was very sincere. For a moment, the scholar’s heart fluttered slightly, but he still shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do it!” Arvis flatly refused Otasi. “My wisdom is too shallow to support me in serving Grand Chieftain Abal. Please, let me face the storm alone!”

“Heh heh!” Otasi was not angry. Instead, he said, “I hope you will stay here for at least three years in exchange for your freedom.”

He deliberately emphasized the word “freedom” in his sentence. Only then did Arvis remember that he was still the other’s slave.