Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

Alves was born into a noble family in Gabela. He entered the Bachelor's Tower in the imperial capital to study when he was a teenager. With his talent and knowledge, he was promoted all the way. In the end, he became the second only to his senior Aldridge in the Bachelor's Tower, and also became a very important think tank in the Gabela court.

Being abducted and sold to the orc tribe as a slave by an unscrupulous caravan was undoubtedly a great shame for Alves. Unfortunately, he had already broken with the ruler of Gabela, and there was no way for Gabela to redeem him. Moreover, if Gabela knew he was here, it would be more likely to send assassins than messengers.

Alves spent a short time slowly savoring the shame boiling in his chest. For a person of his age and experience, such intense emotional fluctuations are rare.

"Okay! Respected Shaman Otassi, I agree to your terms. I am willing to serve Khan Abar for three years in exchange for my freedom, but I want a certain degree of freedom!"

"Of course, respected scholar." Otassi seemed a little surprised, but in an instant he became delighted. A member of the Bachelor's Tower with a great reputation and real talent is really a windfall for the king's tent.

Alvis asked: "And my guard Marek also needs to have the same freedom as me."

"Of course! This is reasonable!" Otassi nodded.

In this way, Alvis stayed among the orcs and was appointed as his advisor by Shaman Otassi.

Obviously, Otassi did not let Alvis stay with him for free. Alvis was soon given a task - to sort out the legal provisions of the Gabela Empire.

"We are going to refer to the codes of various countries on the continent and create a code suitable for orcs." Alvis was shocked to learn such a thing from Otassi.

These grassland barbarians, who had no written language not long ago and decided all current affairs completely by the size of their fists, are actually going to create their own laws.

And soon, Alvis found that it was wrong to think that the orcs had no written language. Otas showed him the orcs' writing.

Although it was still very simple and superficial, in Alvis's opinion, their writing system already had a solid framework, and it would surely develop to be as perfect as human writing in the future.

Not only that, one shocking thing after another followed. After a long time, Alvis found that the orcs were actually imitating humans to build a bureaucratic system, with a series of bureaucrats in charge of specific affairs such as the Minister of Finance, the Minister of Civil Affairs, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and their various subordinates.

In fact, he had heard about this kind of thing from Marshal McDonald, but he still felt incredible after personally understanding it.

Alvis felt a huge danger. The orcs in the past were just a pile of scattered sand. Even if they were powerful in combat and rode horses like the wind, as long as there was no system to unite them together, the orcs would never pose a great threat to the human world.

But now they have a thing that can truly unite the orcs - the King's Tent.

In addition to being surprised, Alvis also felt uncomfortable. He found that he was not the only human who served the Great Chief here. There were a large number of other humans in the bureaucracy of the King's Tent.

"We welcome all those who are determined to realize their own value. Here, they can always find a suitable position for him." Otassi said to Alvis with some pride: "The downtrodden nobles, the second son without inheritance rights, the unsuccessful bureaucrats, and even the desperate prisoners, in your opinion, they may be the eliminated of society, but for us, they are just not placed in the right place. Once the position is right, these people can burst out with huge energy."

The old shaman's words made Alvis alert. This is how the orcs continuously draw nutrients from the human world and strengthen themselves.

In this way, Alvis was bound to the orc tribe, and Marek was also released and returned to Alvis to continue to serve as his guard.

Alvis and Marek enjoyed a certain degree of freedom. They could walk around the tents, talk to anyone, learn anything, and teach anything, just as if they were one of the orcs. Alvis also wore the shaman ornaments given by Otassi. This ornament had a huge deterrent effect on ordinary orcs. Every orc would look at Alvis with respect after seeing it.

However, whenever Alvis tried to leave the tribe, or tried to go a little further, an orc would immediately catch up with him on horseback and "persuade" Alvis to go back.

Obviously, Otassi was sending people to keep an eye on Alvis. Only then would he remember his identity as a "slave", and the long-lost sense of shame would reverberate in his heart.

Finally, on a foggy morning, Alvis and his attendant Marek disappeared in the thick morning fog. It had been half a year since they were captured.

In fact, the two had been looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to escape from the orc tribe safely. This was not a simple matter. No matter how good Alvis and Marek's riding skills were, once they rode away on horseback, they could not escape the orcs' pursuit, even at night. Unlike many humans who could not see clearly at night, the orcs' eyesight was ridiculously good even at night.

Unless there is a scene that can block the sight of the orc pursuers, a thick fog can obviously achieve this.

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The night before the fog fell, Alvis, who had some experience in meteorology, had a premonition of its arrival. The knowledge in the heads of the top scholars of the Bachelor's Tower finally worked a little. Alvis quietly informed Marek to be ready.

God did not disappoint them. In the early morning when the sun had not yet risen, the thick fog that Alvis hoped for arrived as promised, covering the grassland of the tribe's residence. Even people with good eyesight could not see far.

In Alvis's view, this sudden thick fog was tailor-made for his and Marek's current situation. They took action immediately after staying up all night, and rode on the prepared horses and rushed into the thick fog without looking back.

No one caught up, perhaps no one noticed the two people's escape, or perhaps the pursuers lost their target in the thick fog.

Guided by Marek's amazing sense of direction, Alvis and the other man whipped their horses desperately, driving them all the way to the west.