Trabb's observer lens turned to the Gray Seer, and he could see that the face of the gray-furred and horned rat was full of hypocrisy.
Of course, the rats would not cheer for the success of their compatriots, not even himself.
"Of course, Gray Seer Staden."
Of course I still have to talk about the scene, but.
The great engineering warlock stood up and said to the engineering warlock below who was still slapping the ground, making a greasy sound of stirring mud.
"Eski, the two horned rat hours have passed. You can go back first. If there are still challengers who need to submit an application to the parliament within the remaining eleven horned rat hours, you need to wait until the eleven horned rat hours. Come back later.”
This is an unwritten rule of the Parliament. It is actually intended to prevent the lower-class rats from resorting to a war of attrition to a certain extent.
Of course, a qualified councilor can fight with all his strength to kill two horned rats, but there is nothing he can do with thirteen horned rats.
The so-called submission of applications is basically just talk.
It is not easy to submit any application to the parliament. Either the entire net worth of a middle-class ratman needs to be spent on the application fee, or the ratman itself has the endorsement of a large clan.
This kind of application is quite insecure. For example, if you apply for a duel with a prospective member before the time limit, you will have to fight at the cost of being very likely to die.
And if it is a general proposal application, if it is not approved by any member, then the rat who failed the proposal will be executed immediately for wasting the members' time.
Eski looked at the great engineering warlock above who was wearing a red robe and had brown hair covered with grease, nodded slightly, and then moved away from the parliament.
Of course he knew the twists and turns in the parliament. After all, the parliaments everywhere were just imitating the thirteen-person parliament in Skaven Mordor.
The people of Skavenmordu - people in the first place - certainly understand the working mode of the Parliament best.
Every year, a large number of out-of-towners pay large bribes to parliament guards and application fees to parliament in exchange for the opportunity to present proposals in front of parliamentarians.
Eski saw many people go in and never come out.
They were all eaten by the mutated beasts beneath the council.
Only a few rats emerged from the black embossed wooden door and became famous.
After entering the application stage, his position as a member of parliament has been secured.
"Let's go, Hecate."
After greeting him skillfully in Druzil and giving some commanding orders in Skaven, the engineering warlock embarked on his way back to the industrial area.
There is still much to do today.
Hecate's tall elf figure stands out among the ratmen, and most storm rats cannot catch up with her in height.
The scrutinizing looks from the rats around her made her extremely upset, especially after they immediately looked away after seeing the green text on the collar.
"So you sat there for over an hour."
In order to suppress the feeling of boredom, Wu Ling took the initiative to talk to the engineering warlock.
"No more rats who dare challenge, that's of course."
As he said that, Eski suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Tsk, looking back on it, I regret not bringing out the body of the former Seventh Councilor. I have never seen the ability of the armor to emit smoke, and I don't know which colleague's work it is."
"Seventh Councilor?"
"We have a parliamentary system. Didn't I tell you that I am dueling today to become a member of Parliament?"
The engineer warlock's answer made the wizard look away uncomfortably.
The parliamentary system, of course, exists among the elves, but it does not exist among the dark elves.
The high elves have a king's council, a magister's council, and a series of other parliamentary systems. However, she did not expect that such a dirty race would have such a system.
Well, it seems that the parliamentary system is also a very inferior system. It is still a dark elf system. The hierarchy of nobles, commoners, and slaves is strict, and the system of each keeping their own duties is more advanced.
But, thinking about it this way, not being able to understand the rat language is really an obstacle.
Thinking of this, her eyes moved back to the engineering warlock.
This ratboy seems to be the only one who knows both Druzil and Skaven.
The engineering warlock was stunned by her look. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then ordered the slave rats in sharp rat language.
"Put this pointy-eared thing up and I'll walk."
"Yes Yes."
The slave rats made a move to lift the body of the witch spirit, but they were immediately dodged by the agile Hecate, whose hand had even been pressed on the dagger handle on her leg.
"Sit on it, this is a vehicle only available to the upper class of rat people."
"Is this upper class?"
"The standards are just different."
After a chatty exchange between Wu Ling and the engineering warlock, she finally sat on the sedan that unexpectedly suited her height.
After all, that thing was originally used to carry the Stormvermin warlord.
"If you have any questions, you can sit down and chat. I have to get some dimensional stones. This stuff can't be used without refining. The last time we made the dimensional stone bomb, it was because the dimensional coins were already refined and only needed a little purification. .”
As he spoke, he looked into Wu Ling's eyes, which were obviously filled with confusion about the topic he was talking about and fatigue caused by the jolting of the sedan chair.
Then, both sides began to fall silent.
Halfway there, the fast-running slave rats carrying the sedan caught up with the slow-moving Esky's team.
The visitor was a clan rat who seemed to be broken up by the rude behavior of the slave rats. His collar was embroidered with the decoration of the Great Engineer Warlock's subordinates.
"Messenger of the Great Engineer Warlock, do you have anything else to give me?"
"This is the information we just received. People from the Model clan may arrive today."
"How many parts do those people have on their bodies that use dimension stones as food?"
The engineer warlock frowned.
This era is not yet the era of Model. The Gray Prophet and the Skryre clan mainly rely on faith and industry to divide the power of the rat people. Until the biochemical monsters of the Model clan mature, the rat people become a tripartite.
At this point in time, it should be hundreds of years away.
"Yes, that's them."
Clan Rat replied affirmatively.
"What are they doing here? Their mutant beasts have very little actual combat value other than eating people who are dissatisfied with the council."
Eski pinched his beard. In this era, there were no outstanding weapons such as rat trolls and hell pit abominations, not even mounts like giant rats.
There are only some rats that resemble wolf cubs, and some mutated rats that are the size of dogs.
"You mean, they might apply for a challenge?"
"The Grand Engineer means that maybe it will."
Waving his hand, Eski asked the messenger to leave.
This is still considered a public area, and it is obviously not suitable to talk about more things here.
Just go do your own thing.
