Trabb's observer lens turned to the Gray Prophet, and he could see that the face of the gray-haired and horned rat was full of hypocrisy.
Of course, the rats will 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 beating 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, they need to submit an application to the parliament within the remaining eleven horned rat hours. You need to do it within 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 war of attrition to a certain extent.
A qualified congressman can certainly kill two horned rats with all his strength, but there is nothing he can do when there are thirteen horned rats.
The so-called submission of applications is basically just empty talk.
It is not easy to submit any application to the Parliament. Either you need to spend all the application fees of a middle-class ratman, or the ratman himself has the endorsement of a big clan.
This kind of application has no safety guarantee. For example, if you apply for a duel with prospective members 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 his brown hair was full of grease, nodded slightly, and then moved away from the parliament.
Of course he knows the twists and turns in the parliament. After all, the parliaments everywhere are just imitating the thirteen-person parliament in Skaven Mordor.
The people of Skavenmordo - they can be regarded as human beings - are of course the ones who understand the working mode of the Parliament best.
Every year, a large number of out-of-towners pay large amounts of bribes to the parliament guards and application fees to the parliament in exchange for the opportunity to present proposals in front of the parliamentarians.
Eski saw many people go in and never come out again.
They were all eaten by the mutant beasts below the council.
Only a few rats emerged from that black embossed wooden door and became famous.
After entering the application stage, his position as a member of Parliament has been secured.
"Gone, 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 a lot 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 of the rats around her made her extremely upset, especially after they immediately withdrew their gaze after seeing the green text on the collar.
"So you sat there for more than an hour."
In order to suppress the feeling of boredom, Wu Ling took the initiative to talk to the engineering warlock.
"There are no more rats who dare to challenge, of course that's it."
As he said that, Eski suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Tsk, thinking 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 Member of Parliament?"
"We have a parliamentary system. Didn't I tell you that I am fighting a duel 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 elves, but it does not exist among 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, and the system of dark elves, nobles, civilians, and slaves with strict hierarchies and each keeping their own duties is more advanced.
But, if you think 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 rat seems to be the only one who can speak 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 was even 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 lift 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 I made a dimensional stone bomb, it was because the dimensional coins were already refined and only needed a little purification.
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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.
As a result, both sides began to fall silent.
Halfway through, the fast-running slave rats carrying the sedan caught up with the slow-moving Esky's team.
The visitor is a clan rat who seems to be broken up by the rude behavior of the slave rats. His collar is embroidered with the decoration of the Great Engineer Warlock's subordinates.
"The envoy 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 clans are mainly relying on faith and industry to carve up 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."
The 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?"
"What the Great Engineer Warlock means is, maybe."
After waving his hand, Eski asked the envoy to leave.
This is considered a public area, but if there is more, it is obviously not suitable to talk here.