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's mood only improved for a moment, and then he was put in a bad mood by the smell of fear that suddenly filled 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 cases where rat men are scared to the point of urinating and defecating.
"Damn you! This smell makes me wish I could 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 person in charge at the dock, the Scurvy Clan, where to buy food.
As for that, why not buy it from the Skrei clan, which has the highest food production in Skavenmor City.
First, he knows that his peers have an appetite for asking prices, just like himself - even the labels on the cans are eager to charge some money.
Second, the food factory seems to belong to Mosquita. He didn't want to be punished by the chief engineer warlock, so he went to buy meat-producing aberrations with his back legs in his hands. It was really shabby.
But... what if Mosquita really sells for its 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.
Loud.
Its ringing also means that time has passed one horned rat hour.
The environment in the warehouse is dark, and the large number of braziers cannot illuminate very far in this large hole dug in the rock.
After all, we cannot expect that the area of the Scurvy Clan can be compared with the brightly lit Skory Industrial Area. The warehouse area that the Scurvy Clan rents has only one entrance. As long as it is brightly lit, it is enough for the guarding task.
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, closing his eyes tightly.
In the lead box lies a treasure that all ratmen are eager for—warpstones.
Esky 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 makes Eski's need for porters 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 maintain his mental health 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 did not seem to go smoothly this time. The white-haired engineering warlock felt that he was just about to fall asleep when he was pushed by something.
Open your eyes, it's the secretary.
"Great Master, I bought the grain, and Birgo, who had a sore on his tail, wanted to increase the price, but I told him that the master was here, and he took a step back."
Clerk Mobrier came back, and what he said was a little confusing, and Eski couldn't figure out the logic in it yet.
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 capital. 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, should 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 to prevent him from putting rotten grains in."
Seeing that his master looked unhappy, the secretary hurriedly added.
However, obviously, this is not entirely the reason for his master's ugly face.
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 the price if the customer was in a bad mood.
The brown hair on his body has almost fallen off, revealing his bare skin. It does not have dirt on it that has not been cleaned for a long time, but there is something white like salt stains on it.
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 when he lowered the price so easily today.
If the master despises his ability because of this, he can't... Damn Bigor, when Mobrier becomes rich 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 Eski.
"The Scurvy Clan needs the power of magic, the noble Engineer Warlock."
Bigor spread his hands to show that he did not carry 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 gunfire 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 Seer and Engineer Warlock.
Whether they are Gray Seers or Gray Seers' apprentices, they only need to study spells and concentrate on political manipulation, and the price for their help is tantamount to paying for 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 mercenary 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 ship with pointy ears, and even the Claw Captains can't fully utilize its capabilities."
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 will be 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 Engineer Warlock's voice became sharp again, taking on the Engineer Warlock's arrogance towards the inferior ratmen.
"It can reach 12 knots with a full sail in strong winds and the help of ocean currents, 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.
Slowed down so much? Could it be that it was like a human ship, caused by parasitic organisms such as barnacles?
No, Eski rejected the idea immediately.
Skaven ships never harbor any parasites, and they are all 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 to be a magical 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 will not be 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 this rule.
Especially in this era when the Plague Clan and the Eshin Clan are not yet known to the Skaven Demon City.
This is probably why Bilgo came to find Eski. The cost of the warlords taking the route of the Council of Thirteen to mobilize the mages of the two major clans 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 Council of Thirteen in a battle three thousand years later. I remember that the lord at that time was called Whiskey Claw.
With this in mind, Eski continued.
"Besides, I will have to go to the battlefield later, and the reward for helping will be very high."
He accentuated his intonation on the first words "battlefield" and the last "high", and repeated the overlapping sounds in the rat language.
Going to the battlefield was just 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, this is true and is also the purpose of this sentence.
Then why didn't you reject it just now?
Birgo 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 solve these problems."
Esky 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 damage: 120
Ammo capacity: 17
Personal characteristics: Rats in numbers, scurrying rats, hurrier, proficient in navigation, scurvy
"Yes, yes, long-term cooperation."
His smile became even brighter. This guy has no talent in business, otherwise it would definitely be shown on the panel, at least it should be???
"Long-term cooperation?"
Bigor was a little confused by Esky's sudden words.
Why should you tell him this kind of thing? He is just Captain Claw. The current warlord of Scurvy is Brandy and Crooked Claw, 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."