As if aware of the reason for his master's sigh, the clan rat pulled out his short knife and maintained it with the grease and rag he brought with him. The cold light on the knife actually made the chattering slave rats tremble a little less. Son.
But Eski only felt better for a moment, and then was put in a bad mood by the sudden smell of fear in the warehouse.
The smell of fear released by the lower-level ratmen can originally be said to be a stimulant for a superior like him, but when the smell is too strong, it becomes a kind of torture.
Especially in such a strong atmosphere, there are many rat people who are scared to urinate and defecate.
"Damn you! This smell makes me want to bury you guys with an Earth Splitting Technique!"
Esky stood up and yelled at his slaves.
Then he sat down slumped in the painful eyes of the slave rats who tried to hold back their physiological impulses but could not. Slaves cannot be killed casually. This is the hard currency in the rat society, but it is all money. .
For now, let's wait for Clerk Mobrier to tell the reporter from the dock where the Scurvy Clan can buy food.
As for why not buy it from the Skrei clan, which has the highest food production in Skaven Mortal.
First, he knew that his peers had an appetite for asking prices, just like himself - even the labels on the cans were eager to charge some money.
Secondly, the food factory seems to belong to Mosquita. He doesn't want to be punished by the chief engineering warlock, so he licks his face and buys meat-producing aberrations. It's really shabby.
But... what if Mosquita really sells for the original price?
Thinking of this, Esky began to worry about gains and losses again.
===Separating line===
Ding Ding————
The sound of the bells spread throughout Skavenmordu. This was the sound of the screaming bell on the tower where the Skavenman originated. All the people of Skavenmordu listened to its bell. The sound grew louder.
Its ringing also means that time has passed one horned rat hour.
The environment in the warehouse was dark, and the large number of braziers could not illuminate very far in this large hole dug in the rock.
After all, one cannot expect the area of the Scurvy Clan to be compared with the brightly lit Skulli Industrial Area. The warehouse area provided for lease by the Scurvy Clan has only one entrance, as long as it is brightly lit for guarding tasks, it is enough.
The sharp bell immediately summoned a lot of red light here, which was the slave rat's opened eyes.
Eski leaned against the lead box in the corner of the room, eyes squeezed shut.
The lead box contains the treasure that all ratmen are eager for—warpstones.
Eski has always been concerned about his own safety. Naturally, dangerous things like warpstone would not be placed in wooden boxes casually like other ratmen.
Especially when I think that the deadly weapon jointly built by the Council of Thirteen, the Gray Prophet Clan, and the Skryre Clan decades later was also packed in a lead box, I feel even more tempted to put all the warpstones in the lead box. This is a very necessary thing.
Although this made Eski's need for movers even greater.
The sound of the bell had awakened the engineering warlock. He raised his head and glanced at the situation below. The clan rats and slave rats were still as peaceful as before, so they were ready to continue sleeping.
A mage needs to recuperate his spirit at all times. Casting any spell consumes his mental power and will. Therefore, if given the opportunity, Eski will choose to sleep to replenish his mental power.
However, the replenishment didn't seem to go smoothly this time. The white-haired engineering warlock felt that he was pushed by something just as he was about to fall asleep.
Open your eyes, it's the clerk.
"Great Master, I bought the grain, and Birgo, who had a sore on his tail, wanted to increase the price, but I said the master was here, and he took a step back."
Clerk Mobrier came back, and what he said was a little confusing, and Esky couldn't figure out the logic for the time being.
Those scurvy sailors who smell like urine will not lower the price so easily.
Is there some conspiracy behind it, or is there something wrong with this deal?
Skaven have never been a disciplined race. Backstabbing and conspiracy are as natural as breathing in the Skaven Demon City. When the average clan rat talks, they will hold a dagger behind their back.
Not to mention the traders of these big clans.
However, these problems are not important. What is more important is that if there is no such batch of food.
Eski looked ahead, at the slave rats with glowing red eyes.
What to do with these slaves? If they rebel, will they really be killed? The lives of these slaves are worth hundreds of dimensional stone coins. Even if he is an engineering warlock, he will still be in pain for a long time.
"Before the fleet sets off tomorrow, I can keep an eye on him again. I won't let him put rotten grains in."
Seeing that his master looked unhappy, the clerk hurriedly added.
However, obviously, this was not entirely the reason for his master's unsightly look.
Following the owner's gaze, the slave rats kept twitching nervously under the dim light. In the near-dark warehouse, they looked like spooky ghosts.
Is the master worried about these slaves?
While the clerk was thinking carefully about the solution, he heard his master saying to the door:
"Bigor?"
When I looked back, I saw that it was the bastard who would never lower the price easily, and would even discount a customer if he was in a bad mood because he had sores on his legs.
The brown hair on his body had almost fallen off, revealing his bare skin. It didn't have dirt that hadn't been cleaned for a long time, but it had something white that looked like salt stains.
There were moist, probably oozing sores from the base to the middle of the tail.
However, these external things, even his foul-smelling tail, were no longer concerned by the clerk. What he immediately thought of was the previous transaction between Bigor and him.
No wonder Mobrier was a little angry that he lowered the price so easily today.
If the master despises his ability because of this, he can't... Damn Bigor, when Mobrier becomes prosperous one day, I will hang you up and beat you three times a day, and give you three electric shocks, not one less.
After all, Mobrier's thoughts in his mind did not let Bigor look at him, and Bigor walked straight towards Esky.
"Clan Scurvy needs the power of magic, noble engineer."
Bigor spread his hands to show that he was not carrying any weapons. This was the highest kindness that two ratmen could give when making a deal.
Any Rat Man should know that when making a transaction, one must keep one's hand on the weapon in order to prevent assassinations and conflicts at any time.
There is nothing wrong with Bigor's attitude towards the engineering warlocks. The status of spellcasters in the society of the rat people is extremely high.
Among the Skaven currently, there are only two types of spellcasters: Gray Seers and Engineer Warlocks.
Whether they are Gray Prophets or Gray Prophets' apprentices, they only need to study spells and concentrate on political manipulation, and the price for their help is tantamount to paying a vassal clan.
The engineering warlocks are also greedy. When the engineering warlocks sell their evil weapons, they charge like this - the parts of the weapon require at least one dimension stone, and the reloaded ammunition also needs to be calculated according to the dimension stone. fee.
The person using the weapon must also be a member of the Skry clan, and the customer must pay an additional hiring fee. If a mercenary from the Skry clan dies, the client will need to pay another compensation.
At this point in time, it is true that only mages like Eski, who had just been punished by Mosquita, could immediately assist the Scurvy Clan.
"What's wrong?"
Opening his blood-red eyes, Eski asked tiredly and expectantly.
As long as he can receive orders, he can make a comeback. As for the price, it will be much lower. It doesn't matter. The gadgets from other clans don't understand magic anyway.
Next, the bad-ass Bigor gave him a surprise.
"We got a pointy-eared ship that none of the Claw Captains can fully utilize."
The engineering warlock almost jumped up and said immediately.
"Speed?"
The elven ship means precious wealth. Even just learning the runes on the elven ship is enough for him to make a comeback at the supply port set up for the siege forces of Nagashzar.
There are always a lot of idiots, and all the dimension stones of idiots belong to the great engineering warlock.
"There are other parts too."
Bigor made a gesture of invitation, and Esky calmed down his ups and downs, then walked out with Bigol.
The fatigue on his body seemed to have completely disappeared. A job like this was enough to get rid of all his current problems.
"What's the current speed?"
The voice of the Warlock Engineer became sharp again, taking on the arrogance of the Warlock Engineer towards the inferior ratmen.
"It can reach 12 knots with full sail and currents in strong winds, but the pointy-eared things can always drive this thing to 30 knots."
Eski calculated the speed based on sailing ships in human history, which was 3 to 6 knots slower than later human sailing ships.
Slow down so much? Could it be that it was like a human ship, made like that by parasitic organisms such as barnacles?
No, Eski shot down the idea out of hand.
Skaven ships never harbor any parasites, and they are eaten shell and flesh by the hungry Skaven.
But if it is not a parasite, then there must be something else on the ship that is hindering the ship's navigation, or increasing the weight of the ship.
As for the fact that the designs of elves are not as good as the later designs of humans, the engineering warlocks do not take this into consideration.
According to Bigor, the elf's ship can sail up to thirty knots at sea, which is already the speed of World War II, so its design must not be worse than that of human sailboats.
"It seems there is a magic device."
Eski came up with a relatively reliable guess. Perhaps the weight of the magic device slowed down the sailboat.
This is most likely the truth, and then there are other issues. When Bigor wasn't paying attention, Esky glanced at him with a secret smile and said:
"Even if I help you solve the problem now, you will still have no mage in the future, and the Scurvy Clan is not allowed to use magic."
Bigor turned his head to look at Eski, then turned away again, his face darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What the engineer said is indeed true.
According to the regulations thousands of years ago, only members of the Gray Prophet clan and the Skryre clan were allowed to master and study the power of magic. Even professional seafaring clans like Scurvy could not overstep their control.
Especially in this era when the Plague Clan and the Eshin Clan are not yet known to the Skaven Demon City.
This is probably the reason why Bilgo came to find Eski. The cost for the warlord to mobilize the mages of the two major clans through the Council of Thirteen is still too high, especially since the current warlord of Scurvy is not a member of the Council of Thirteen. .
The Scurvy Clan obtained a seat on the thirteen-member parliament in a battle three thousand years later. I remember that the lord at that time was called Whiskey Claw.
With this in mind, Esky continued.
"Besides, I will have to go to the battlefield later, and the reward for helping will be very high."
He accentuated the words "battlefield" at the beginning and "high" at the end, and repeated the refrain in Skaven.
Going to the battlefield was an excuse. He only needed to board the ship with the support fleet. When and where he disembarked was beyond Mosquita's control.
The current Council of Thirteen does not yet have Death Master Snitch as their henchman.
As for the high price, that's true, and that's the purpose of this statement.
Then why didn't you turn it down just now?
Bilgo thought in confusion. Since he came to Eski, he naturally wanted to solve the problem.
Eski was saying something that seemed to be considering the Scurvy clan, but the hidden meaning behind it seemed to be that there was no solution to your problem.
As for that, if you take it literally, maybe Eski really cares about the Scurvy clan?
Do rat people have moral integrity?
Although Eski has always had a good reputation in this regard, he has also done a lot of stealing other people's property.
"But maybe we can work together long-term to address these issues."
Eski smiled, showing his white teeth that were completely different from other ratmen.
Individual: Bigor
Age: 9 years old
HP: 1290
Magical Wind Reserve: 0
Armor Strength: 117
Leadership: 49
Movement speed: 47
Melee Attack: 53
Melee Defense: 67
Weapon Power: 231
Charge bonus: 30
Troop Range: 70
Ranged kill: 120
Ammo capacity: 17
Individual traits: Rats in numbers, scurrying rats, hurriers, navigation proficiency, scurvy
"Yes, yes, long-term cooperation."
His smile became even brighter. This guy didn't have any talent in business, otherwise it would have been shown on the panel, at least it should have been? ? ?
"Long-term cooperation?"
Bigor was a little confused by Eski's sudden words.
Why should you tell him this kind of thing? He is just Captain Claw. The current warlord of Scurvy is Brandy Hook, not him.
"Yes, yes, for example, make a large circle from the south into the Bitter Sea, pass through the Nagash Strait, and sail the ship to the Sour Sea."
