From now on, he is also one of the Khans of the nomads.
He is someone who cannot be subordinated to others.
Duncan could have plundered directly, but he chose the most peaceful way to exchange, as Khan Kree would clearly understand his intentions.
The tent fell into a deathly silence.
Outside, cheers erupted repeatedly, for Duncan had ordered a fifth of the spoils to be distributed to the nomads of the entire Torghut tribe, another portion to the elite grassland warriors who followed him, and the largest share to Khan Kree. As for himself, he took nothing.
All he wanted was this grassland cavalry, the Torghut Khan's Personal Guard.
Before him, Khan Kree pondered for a long time, finally raising his head without answering Duncan, instead looking at his elder son Bokree, who was guarding Duncan's side. With an incredulous expression, he asked, "And you?"
"Bokree? My son."
"Will you also follow him to leave and establish a new tribe?"
