Way of Overlord
Chapter 129: A Great Talent

Chapter 129: A Great Talent

Durka lips curved into a satisfied smile, the unspoken acknowledgment from Aeryon speaking volumes.

In that subtle moment, he found assurance that his intuition had not led him astray.

he is sure that he did not see Aeryon wrong

This young leader is ambitious.

As Aeryon carefully placed the scroll aside, his gaze returned to Durka, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.

The silence between them held a weight of its own, a testament to the unspoken bond that had formed.

It was as though their thoughts and ambitions had woven together seamlessly, binding them in a shared purpose.

Aeryon gaze lingered on Durka for a brief moment before he spoke again, his words carrying a sense of genuine appreciation and intrigue.

"You know something?" Aeryon began, his tone tinged with a touch of humour.

Durka met his gaze with attentive curiosity.

"Chief?"

Aeryon leaned back slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I’ve shared my ambitions with a select few among my ranks. Belarion, for instance—he’s a loyal soul, a steadfast companion. But ambitions like mine are beyond his grasp; he’s my unwavering sword, ready to strike where I point."

Durka nodded

"Mayeux," Aeryon continued, "he’s the architect of my visions. He understands the path I wish to tread, and his scepticism only serves to refine the strategy, making it more resilient and fool proof. He’s the mind behind the blueprint."

Durka nodded again

"And then there’s my uncle," Aeryon mused, a glint of fond exasperation in his eyes. "He listened to my dreams and thought me mad. He’s the voice of doubt, the counterbalance that keeps me grounded."

Durka nodded again

"So, you see," Aeryon concluded, his gaze steady and thoughtful, "sharing my ambitions with them has its own purpose. Each person, each role, contributes to the whole. And now, I find myself sharing my ambition with you, Durka, a man whose insight and understanding have truly surprised me."

Belarion is Aeryon sword. Mayeux is his mind. His uncle is his Doubt

He paused for a moment, before continuing.

"I’ve encountered many individuals, each with their own talents and perspectives, yet none quite like you, Durka. Mayeux, for all his strategic brilliance, couldn’t fully fathom the depths of my ambition. It takes a certain kind of insight to grasp the true scope of it."

Aeryon gaze shifted, his eyes distant as he contemplated the vast expanse of the Great Steppe

"In this sprawling land, despite the might of my forces, I’m still but a name among many—a solitary figure among countless others. And yet, you, Durka, managed to discern the very essence of my intentions."

He chuckled, a lightness in his laughter that conveyed admiration.

"It’s nothing short of remarkable, isn’t it? How you could unravel the intricacies of my ambition with such insight, even without knowing me well."

"Hahaha!"

Aeryon laughter rang out,

"You understand me," he repeated, his words carrying a depth of gratitude.

"And in my tribe that understanding is more precious than gold."

Aeryon gaze locked onto Durka’s

"You understand me" he repeated again

"And that’s good enough!"

"Does my lord understand my thought and those five words?"

Hearing this Aeryon eyes frowned. Then Aeryon spoke of his understanding about those five words.

Ruling through military force

In other words, what he describe was the method of Genghis Khan, using force to weep the world

"This is not my thoughts and this is not the meaning of these five words" Durka said

Hmm"

"Then what is the meaning of these five words?"

"In the Spring And Autumn Annals, I took these words. Follow the Seven Virtues and you will unify the world"

"Prohibit violence, end wars, maintain greatness, ensure victory, the people living in peace, the people in harmony, and prosperity"

Aeryon heard this.

And he shakes his head.

Durka way and his way. He laughed

And Durka did not say anything else. He understood and he did not insist.

Aeryon did not ask how he knows of such words and how did he know the book of Yan. And since Aeryon did not ask, Durka did not answer.

The wind blows and the words seems to be forgotten. And Durka learns something else about this young ruler.

He is also a very stubborn man and has his own stubbornness. Though, that should be expected from such an overlord, Durka thought to himself.

And then Aeryon began telling Durka his own plans.

This is a sign of trust.

As Aeryon words flowed, a vivid tapestry of grand ambitions and audacious goals began to unfold in Durka mind

He took what the young chief said

It was as if the young chief had opened a portal to a realm of possibilities that is both exhilarating and almost too fantastical to believe.

As Aeryon detailed his intricate plan to conquer not just the Southern Steppe, but the entirety of the Great Steppe itself, Durka felt a surge of excitement coursing through his veins, reminiscent of the fervour of his youth.

In the presence of Aeryon unwavering determination and the burning fire in his eyes, Durka found himself transported back to a time when dreams were limitless, and the world seemed ripe for the taking.

He couldn’t help but draw parallels to the captivating tales spun by the Pencerita, the storytellers of his tribe who wove intricate narratives of heroes and legends.

Conquering the Southern Steppe was an ambition Durka could fathom, for the history of the region held accounts of unifiers who had achieved such feats.

But the notion of extending that conquest to encompass the entire Great Steppe, a realm that had never been united before, seemed almost like a myth, a mythical saga

Yet, as he sipped the Ayrag, , and let the melodies of the music played by the musician wash over him, Durka found himself drawn into Aeryon vision.

The young chief fervent conviction and unyielding spirit are infectious, and with each passing word, Durka scepticism began to wane.

Aeryon eyes blazed with an intensity that mirrored the very flames of his ambition, and as he laid out the intricacies of his strategy, the pieces began to fall into place with a clarity that was both breaths taking and awe-inspiring.

In that moment, amidst the backdrop of the banquet tent and the strains of the music, Durka felt his heart swell with a renewed sense of purpose.

Aeryon plan, once seemingly beyond the realms of possibility, now appeared as a tantalizing reality—one that Durka himself could play a pivotal role in.

Aeryon hand suddenly came crashing down on the table like a thunderclap, the resounding echo of his action reverberating through the expansive banquet tent.

He rose from his seat, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the setting sun painted the sky with fiery hues.

The spacious tent, adorned with intricate designs and drapery, contained within it an atmosphere charged with the weight of their ambitions, and in this moment, it was as if the very air itself crackled with the electricity of destiny.

His voice rang out, a proclamation that seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality, transcending the confines of the tent and reaching out to touch the farthest reaches of the Great Steppe.

With a pointed finger, Aeryon traced an imaginary line across the sky, from the southern horizon to the northern expanse, and then sweeping his hand from the western edge to the eastern border.

It is a gesture that encapsulated the entirety of the vast land they sought to unite.

"From the South to the North, from the West to the East," Aeryon words resounded with a fervour that seemed to ignite the very air around them, "we will unify the entire Great Steppe with military might!"

Durka smile widened, his eyes reflecting the same burning determination that blazed within Aeryon.

With a solemn nod, he raised his cup once more, as if to offer a silent toast to the grand vision that had been laid bare before them.

"Never before has my heart been this passionate" he thought,. The people of the Steppe has many wants and many desires.

But like any other people they want to leave a legacy, a story that could be passed down through generations.

There is many heroes in the Great Stepp history of great men who became legends and their story itself is embedded in the tapestry of the Grand Steppe, their name adorned places, and their name become symbols

Durka life is but a life of a firefly. It would not be long before he would meet the Skyfather. And before that day comes, he at least wanted to leave something about himself

A legacy that endures.

And if he follows Aeryon and Aeryon manages to do what he wanted tod then, his name would forever be remembered by the Great Stepp for a thousand years to come.

Durka take another sip and he look at the liquid in his cup

The liquid within the cup seemed to shimmer, catching the warm hues of the setting sun as if mirroring the fiery passion that now coursed through his hearts.

As the day slowly succumbed to the embrace of night, and the first stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, a sense of profound peace settled over the encampment of the Duhai tribe.

The musicians continued their soft melodies, the servants bustled with graceful efficiency, and the guards stood watchful at the periphery, all enveloped in a tranquil ambiance that belied the conversation that had taken place within the heart of the banquet tent.

Under the vast canopy of the heavens, Aeryon and Durka sat in quiet contemplation, their souls united by a shared purpose and a understanding that transcended mere words.

The tapestry of destiny, woven with threads of ambition and resolve, stretched out before them, ready to be unravelled in the grand saga that was to come.

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