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Chapter 190 - 190 Weakness Of The Empires

Alex and Antony had yet to awaken their aura. Perhaps due to this, they appeared overly anxious, eager to prove their worth in any way possible. Michael shook his head and gestured for them to come closer.

"No, it's fine. Come here," he said. Hesitant, Alex and Antony exchanged glances before shuffling forward. Having grown up in a humble environment, Michael tended to do things on his own.

"Master, did we do something wrong?" Antony asked cautiously.

Michael smiled and shook his head. "Not at all, Alex. You no longer need to handle menial tasks. Your job now is to train. Starting tomorrow, join me for an hour of training every morning and evening. I apologize that I can't spare more time, but I need you to awaken your aura as soon as possible and stand by my side."

The sincerity in Michael's voice moved the attendants, who bowed their heads. Having spent time with him, they understood his character well and harbored no unnecessary doubts. Accepting Michael's words at face value, they expressed their gratitude.

"Thank you, Master. It's an honor that you would dedicate your precious time to us. Shall we prepare your sleeping quarters?" they offered.

Michael laughed. "Didn't I just say no more menial tasks? Don't worry and leave. I've already instructed the guard knights to arrange your tent."

Exchanging glances, Alex and Antony left the tent with joyous expressions. Once alone, Michael fell into deep thought. Preparing to rally the weaker tribes of the Pamir Empire required thorough planning.

He called for Iskar, who had been hiding in the shadows. Since the intrusion of Babaru, the shamaness of the Rock Bear Tribe, Iskar hadn't left his side for a moment.

"Iskar, you mentioned being from one of the Pamir Plateau tribes. Do you remember which one?" Michael asked.

Under the flickering light of a magical candle, Iskar's composed face wavered slightly. After a moment of wistfulness, he shook his head.

"I don't remember. I was kidnapped as a child, and my memories are fragmented. I don't even recall my name or family," Iskar admitted.

Michael clicked his tongue. How should I open the way forward then? he pondered, tapping the table lightly with his fingers.

Watching Michael, Iskar finally spoke. "If you wish to understand the state of the tribes, I can provide some insight. When I wandered to

"I see a deep divide among the tribes of the Pamir Plateau," Michael said, his tone deliberate. "I intend to exploit those feelings. To do so, we'll need…"