Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 149: Named Khan

The next day, when Carl was still suffering from a hangover and headache, he was summoned by the Great Khan Akitila again, and this time he was simply summoned to reward him for his merits.

"You are a meritorious minister!" he heard Akitila say, "The tribe has always been generous to those who have made contributions!"

He paused here, coughed, and then said solemnly:

"Carl Flandal, reward a thousand households, a thousand cattle and sheep, and a hundred beauties! Also, a new tribe will be established under his command - the White Wolf Tribe, and Carl Flandal will be appointed as the new Khan of the tribe!"

With this reward, the surrounding warriors all shouted in unison. Although Carl, as the recipient of the reward, forced a smile, his heart was filled with mixed feelings. How could he not know the Great Khan's intention? If he accepted it, not being able to return would be secondary. If one day the tribe planned to move south again, what would he do? This was like roasting him on the fire.

He looked around and saw the tribal leaders standing on both sides were smiling at him.

Chaga Khan Bakhtar was the first to shout:

"This is a great thing. Why don't you thank the Great Khan?"

Then the Khan of the Black Hawk, Tarbat, also echoed:

"Not only are you an outsider, but you've just arrived and received this award. You're the first person to do so!"

"Why don't you accept the reward?" Sogar, Khan of the Red Blood Tribe, also said at this time.

Karl just stood there, not knowing what to do. He felt the pressure from the people around him. The whole place seemed to be silent. Those who looked at him were wary and even murderous. The Great Khan Akitila also frowned at this time.

Nura seemed to have noticed the strange atmosphere. She suddenly stood up and said, "I think you are so happy that you are stunned! Dad, he is just like this. He has never seen the world! Don't blame him."

These words startled Carl back to his senses. He looked at Noura, only to find that she was winking at him.

Akitila's expression also relaxed at this time: "Don't blame him, he is a hero, how can I blame him for such a small matter."

Then he turned to look at Karl and continued, "Don't be nervous, this is a reward for you! Looking at your expression, someone who doesn't know would think we are going to do something~"

After saying this he burst into laughter, and everyone around him followed suit.

"Don't be in a daze, come and get your reward!" Nura also took the opportunity to pat him on the back and said softly.

Karl nodded dully, and then he realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat without him noticing. It seemed that there was no other way. He took a deep breath, and finally knelt on one knee helplessly and said, "I appreciate the kindness of the Great Khan."

Akitila laughed and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay! From now on, you are one of us, the Khan of the White Wolf Tribe, Carl Flandal!"

The soldiers cheered again, and the atmosphere became even more enthusiastic. However, Carl felt an indescribable heaviness in his heart. He knew that the trouble had just begun.

The sun shines through the clouds onto the boundless grassland, and the mountains in the distance seem to be covered with a golden veil. The grass is green and dotted with wild flowers; the breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of grass and soil. Cows and sheep graze leisurely on the grassland, wild horses run happily in the distance, and occasionally you can even see a soaring eagle.

This is the camp of the White Wolf tribe, located beside a clear river, which brings abundance to the grassland. Mongolian yurts are arranged in an orderly manner, and smoke rises from the chimneys. Men are taking care of livestock, women are busy sewing clothes, and children are playing and playing on the grass. Laughter echoes in the air, full of vitality.

When they saw Carl arrive, they all put down their work and stepped forward to salute him, with obvious respect on their faces:

"Our Khan!"

"Welcome back!"

Carl smiled in response.

After entering the Khan's tent, beautiful and young maids brought rich food and wine, and knelt respectfully:

"Welcome back Khan~"

Karl looked at the group of women kneeling down to him, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. Finally, he smacked his lips and said:

"Well, there's no need to kneel. Just do what you need to do..."

"Follow the Khan's orders..."

The girls then stood up.

Altai, the young man who was accompanying him and promoted to the captain of the Rangers, whispered in his ear:

"Khan, from now on they are all your women. They must do whatever you want them to do."

"Uh..." Carl felt a little embarrassed, "This...is not good."

"This is all the gift from the Great Khan. This is the first time I've seen the Great Khan give so many rewards to people!" Altai's tone was full of obvious excitement. "But this is what you deserve, Khan. You are the greatest hero of our entire tribe!"

After hearing Altai's praise, Karl sighed helplessly again.

Seeing Karl's reaction, the young man looked confused:

"Khan, aren't you happy?"

"How can I put it...it's hard to say~" Carl sighed.

Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded:

"If it's hard to say, don't say it!"

"Nura?"

Then he saw Noura come in.

"Your Highness~"

Altai knelt down hastily, but Nura just waved her hand and said to Karl:

"How dare you sigh here? Do you really want to die?"

"So, if I hadn't agreed just now, the Khan would really kill me?" Carl asked.

"No." Nura denied it immediately. "What do you think of my father? He will only keep you until you agree. But people's patience will always come to an end one day..."

"I don't have a choice anyway," Carl replied.

Noura frowned, with a hint of confusion and anger in her voice: "The Khan treated you so well, but you always had your heart set on that place. Can't you see everything here?"

Karl shook his head slightly, his tone calm but firm: "Nura, if I were still that serf it would be fine, but now I am the viscount of the kingdom."

"This is different."

"What's the difference?" Noura asked, biting her lip.

As a modern man, he naturally has no high loyalty to the king, especially after what happened in the capital. Now, as long as he is strong enough, he will not have too much moral burden even if he rebels. But it is another matter to lead foreign tribes to the south. In his mind, this is to betray his country and people and become a traitor. He can oppose the king, he can also hold the emperor hostage and become a powerful official, he can even usurp the throne, but he will never be a traitor. As long as the former succeeds, even if someone scolds him, he is at least a traitor; while the latter will be infamous for all eternity regardless of success or failure.

Thinking of this, he said:

"As a noble, I cannot commit treason."