Reincarnated Lord: I can upgrade everything!

"Indeed. That is why I'm not a chief but a lord."

Silce reigned, and the captives looked at the old woman anxiously. They could tell she was slowly getting to Asher's bottom line, and their saviour would quickly turn to become their killers if things were not restructured.

"What do you want?" Katarain asked.

"I want a trade, but if things get out of hand, I have an army to protect me."

Katarina slowly narrowed her eyes.

"I believe an outlander lord like you must have heard of the clan's powerful horse, the very reason that the Bashan clan has the strongest cavalry in the southern part of the basin. You want the Ctrak Steed for your cavalry?"

Asher squinted. "The Ctrak steed?"

"They have heavy-muscled bodies, dwarfing all the horses I've se throughout my life. The ctrak's hide is also thicker than any other, with defsive horn-like protrusions along their legs and for the males, adoring their heads.

These powerful horses can only be found in the Bashan clan, and they have all be domesticated and are not for trade because they are prized possessions of the clan and are for their warriors solely."

Katarina exhaled.

"You can't get a ctrak unless you do it the hard way." She concluded.

Asher twined his fingers. "You just told me about a mount that I could use to form a powerful heavy cavalry, and th you suddly ded up saying I can't trade for it. You want me to fight the Bashan clan."

Katarina chuckled.

"I never said that."

"You did not have to. But I have no plans of fighting any clan if we can collaborate in peace. War is a last option."

Asher got to his feet.

"As you can see, I have hundreds to feed and cannot afford more mouths, so... tell me one thing that will make me accommodate you."

A gleam flashed through Katarina's eyes. Perhaps she was wrong about Asher's leadership capability. Although he was young, he was as decisive as a mature ruler.

"I know a chief who will be willing to trade ctraks with you."

Asher, who was about to walk away, turned back.

He smiled.

"Good. You'll lead us there by sunrise."

They retreated back to the camp, and Asher wt into his tt. He was already making plans in his head about what he would trade to get some ctraks. He had se the character display of the ctrak steed before he transmigrated into the realistic version of Boundless.

It was until Katarina began to describe it exactly as it was writt in the descriptions that he remembered. Ctraks were indeed treasured, high-quality mounts, but he never knew it was hidd in Bashan.

And a Ctrak had a nature-giv armored body. Their hides were thick, and the horn-like protrusions made them a great nightmare to other cavalries.

Once he changed the Bladebreakers horses for the Ctraks, it would officially birth an abominable land force that would match the elite forces of apex powers in Taria.

This would make him a step closer to becoming a great Ashbourne lord, regaining their honor and surpassing their peak!

The tt curtain oped, and a blonde-haired woman walked in with a washbowl. "Welcome back, My Lord." She said it with a soft, comforting tone.

Asher turned toward Cynthia.

"Where have you be? Eritrea had to serve me because you were not in your duty post."

Cynthia bowed her head.

"I was supervising the meals before they were served, and Miss Eritrea was persistt, so I made the mistake of allowing her."

Cynthia replied with her head lowered.

Asher approached her and tilted his head before taking the towel in the washbowl to clean his face.

"I will need your clothes, Your Lordship."

"I'll sd them to you later." Asher said as he waved his hands dismissively. Many things had happed today, and he needed some time alone to ponder.

Thinking alone helps him sort things out and also makes him calm. It was a habit he developed in his college years, and it helped him in the creation of Boundless.

"Kelvin kept that in your luggage. He wanted you to see them for yourself, but you hav't oped it since we left the stronghold."

Asher looked at where Cynthia pointed and saw a leather pouch.

He knew that Cynthia was trying to redeem herself, for she felt he was angry at her.

He walked over to the pouch, loosed the rope, and poured the contt on his palm. Fiery red gemstones came out.

These were fire elemtal stones!

They were found in the exact spot where the drake slept.

Asher counted 5 stones.

As rare as these stones were, only mages and master-grade apothecaries could use them. Aside from that, the stones were almost useless.

"Wh will you eat?" Cynthia asked.

"At first light."

Creases appeared on her forehead, but she bit her lower lip, bowed, and left the tt.

Asher dropped the stones and wt straight to his bed. He stared at the ceiling for some time before he fell asleep.

.......

A pair of dull gold eyes oped and saw a thick fog had covered everywhere. He looked down and saw snow!

"Am I in a dream?" Asher cocked his head. "I'm clearly not in a dream, or I would not have asked myself that question. But if this isn't a dream, where am I, and why is there still snow?"

"You're in the spirit domain, and also in the past."

Hearing that familiar voice, Asher turned to the 7-foot-tall man who had his arms crossed with a small smile on his face.

It was Atticus.

"It's you."

Atticus raised an eyebrow wh he heard Asher's tone. "My mother cast you out of your space, and I knew you would feel bad, so I came to courage you, but you don't seem to acknowledge this grace I chose to give."

"Apologies."

Asher bowed.

Atticus approached him and patted his shoulder. "Impressing the dread knight won't be possible at your level. Her idol was Lord Zas. Any other was inferior. Why do you think she had no frids?"

"I did not exist in her time, Lord Atticus. But she referred to me as Asher. She did not acknowledge me as an Ashbourne."

Asher said solemnly.

"You have pottial, and I'm here to guide you so you won't make the same mistake as I did. None of them are happy with you going into Bashan because they think you'll d up like me, but I believe Bashan has more than the high plains put together."

"What am I going to face at Bashan?" Asher asked.

"Death."

Atticus' response made his eyebrows furrow.

"If you want to conquer, prepare to handle crises and deaths and not flip like you did. Your talt grants you access into the spiritual world. Don't play with it before you wake up and find out you've slaughtered every breathing thing. Lessons will be gradual, but for now, I want you to have a glimpse of my battle skill."