"This is good." Zhang Yang smiled faintly.
He had long wanted to find himself a public identity that could stand at the forefront in the Gangge Republic.
General's advisor was one identity, but it still seemed to lack a little weight. If he added the title of Hundred Tribes Warrior, that would be about enough.
Although all of Africa had entered modern civilization, the tribal civilization deeply rooted in Africa's cultural foundations would always remain, and it continued to influence the development of African civilization to this day. Even now, in certain regions, chiefs still represented absolute authority and held considerable weight in national politics.
If he could become a Hundred Tribes Warrior, that identity alone would allow him to travel freely through every tribe in Gangge, large and small, and earn the support and reverence of the hundred tribes.
This identity was even more useful than an official one.
That way, he would have both an official identity and one among the people. His disguise would finally be complete.
"General Zabol." Zhang Yang beckoned to Zabol and whispered something in his ear.
Although he wanted to become a Hundred Tribes Warrior, it would not do for him to openly step forward and say that he wanted to challenge a lion. That would be a little too deliberate, not subtle enough.
It was perfect to have Zabol say it instead.
A moment later, Zabol understood and sat upright again.
"The King of Ten Thousand Tribes may only be a myth, but a Hundred Tribes Warrior is not impossible." Zabol deliberately smiled as he spoke to several chiefs.
The chiefs exchanged looks, then all shook their heads with wry smiles.
"General Zabol, while Hundred Tribes Warriors did indeed appear in history, they were figures from a hundred years ago after all.