After ten bells, what Eski was worried about still did not happen. In front of the door of the parliament, the Gray Prophet gave his certification, and the position of the MP was still handed over smoothly.
Esky himself estimated that it was due to the strength of the rats that had been slaughtered before.
Each of the rats killed by Esky was equivalent to an inferior officer, and their strength was much worse than the four protagonists in The Plague.
Although they cannot defeat the army alone, bathing in the sea of soldiers for a period of time is something they can all do.
Carrying a prepared small bag of refined warpstone, and under the guidance of the attendant, Esky was able to enter the high platform above the parliament hall from the entrance of the secret passage.
The wooden round table is large enough, about four meters in diameter, so that all the members are far enough apart from each other.
Is this for security reasons? Strategic buffer table? There are so many slave rats waiting around.
Before Eski could think further, something on the table had already attracted his attention.
The red tablecloth now looked a little messy, filled with blank papers for writing, quills, ink bottles, and written proposals.
Among the thirteen chairs, the seat closest to the outer railing was empty, and the other twelve rats were waiting for the owner of this chair.
Although the word exhaustion seemed to be written on their faces, all the rats' eyes were cast on Eski the moment he entered.
"Congratulations, our seventh councilor."
After taking a deep breath of the dimensional stone snuff, the Gray Prophet leaned limply on his chair and said.
"No matter what, let us unite."
Eski glanced at him.
Sincerely united? I really can't tell.
The expressions of the councilors on the twelve chairs varied, but apart from the fatigue caused by the long meeting, they also had one common characteristic, an inexplicable deep malice towards the Skryre clan.
The engineer warlock put down his staff next to the chair and replied in a calm tone rare in rat language.
"Of course, Lord Gray Seer."
After saying that, the Engineer Warlock sat on the only available chair, the one on the right of the two chairs facing the Gray Prophet.
Not showing his neck, not giving off the smell of fear as a sign of respect?
The gray prophet's scarlet eyes stayed on Eski for a while, and then moved to the great engineering warlock.
As expected, the Skryre clan couldn't make him feel favorably.
Taking a deep breath of the snuff in his hand, the green smoke entered the lungs along the nostrils, and the energy of the warpstone entered the brain along the blood vessels, making the Gray Prophet's entire head feel hot and excited.
This feeling really made him want to use magic to destroy the two engineering warlocks of the Skry clan.
He is very experienced in the head-fever caused by this kind of warpstone, but he doesn't really do it.
but……
"Unfortunately, today's bill is almost finished."
The Gray Prophet picked up the unpassed bill in front of him, and his tone became slow again.
"There is only one bill waiting for you."
Listening to this, Eski sat on the chair, his tail wagging uneasily.
The Great Engineer Warlock will definitely not betray him at this point in time, otherwise there would be no need to send him to be a member of parliament. However, are all the remaining members of the Congress going to be intimidated?
Or is it that the eternal malice in those eyes is not just directed at the Skryre clan?
No, not very likely.
As long as the Gray Seers are around.
In this era, gray prophets and engineer warlocks compete for power.
Not to mention the Plague Clan, the Essien Clan, and even the Model Clan are not qualified to get involved for the time being.
"Don't be nervous, Councilman Seven. I mean, let's take a look at the bill first."
The gray prophet pursed his lips and smiled. The engineering warlock picked up the bill in front of him. The brown ink gave off a rusty smell on the paper. There were not many words on it, only a few hundred.
It gives a very brief message.
The Model clan hopes to put a new batch of war beasts into the battlefield and requires the council to pay usage fees.
The initiator is a member of the Slippery clan?
Eski turned his attention to the person in charge of the clan that was engaged in transportation.
The fur all over his body was shiny and smooth, and the fatness of his abdomen made him feel like he was stuck in a chair rather than sitting on it.
Even from a distance, Eski could vaguely smell the "sailor smell" on him.
Are the Slippery Clan colluding with Model? Why?
"Congressman Ninth, I see there is no description of what kind of war beast it is. How can we judge?"
While the others were silent, Esky took the lead in asking questions.
All the members, including the Great Engineering Warlock, looked at the new member who was currently in the lowest two seats.
Eski's expression did not change, and he just continued to ask questions to the ninth member, a member four seats higher than him.
"Can you please explain?"
"The Model Clan requested testing of a war beast called the Rat Troll."
"It has been tested on other battlefields before. This time I want to see the ability of the rat troll in high-intensity battlefields. The earliest product of the Model clan, the giant rat did not perform well here."
Having said this, he paused and motioned to the slave rat not far away to go out and summon him.
"To be specific, the messenger from the Model clan is actually outside the door."
He paused and stopped explaining.
All the eyes intertwined and stayed on Esky's body. They were puzzled, mocking, and calculating. No matter what the gaze was, Eski could feel the gaze hidden underneath.
In the silence of the parliament, the messenger of the Model clan entered the parliament from below, holding strange spiked tools and whips in his hands.
At the same time, there are two extra arms behind him, holding a knife and a shield respectively.
"Please explain."
The Gray Seer spoke, ending the unfriendly silence at the council table.
Several members of parliament cast their eyes on the rat making a statement below.
"The rat troll is the best product of our clan after hundreds of years of selection. After several rounds of crossbreeding with the deadliest beasts, we have successfully combined the power of the ogre with the flexibility of the ratman. Together."
Is that so? The engineer warlock frowned.
This kind of parameter is not displayed by the rat troll in the game.
"In this way, the obtained product was placed in a growth agent since childhood, and after thirteen strengthening surgeries, we got our latest product, the Rat Troll."
Although he didn't turn around to look at the visitor, Esky couldn't help but roll his eyes. Thirteen enhanced surgeries sounded so familiar.
"I believe that this kind of war beast can play a sufficient role on the battlefield."
