"We need to pass those bills."

The Great Engineer Warlock took a sip of wine and pushed a document in front of Eski.

"Frontline Military Industries Promotion Act"

It is written in green rat characters.

Eski simply opened a few pages and found that they were just some trivial quotations, so he quickly turned the document to the last few pages.

Sure enough, there are many tricks here that were not seen before.

Many trivial things that Scully needed were unified and summarized in this document called the "Frontline Military Industry Promotion Act."

The content involves various data required for frontline military production in detail. They are all real data and there is no fraud.

However, such data is really too dazzling, so in the last few pages, it has the following proposals: Parliament should provide additional manpower and material resources for mining sites, and strengthen the construction of industrial zones.

At first glance, there seems to be no problem.

But in fact, only the Skuli clan and the vassal clans of Skuli can operate according to standards for mining operations and industrial operations.

It is indeed a very important bill, but at this juncture, is the bill passed by the camp's Supreme Council really still effective?

The transfer of power among the rat people is always full of violence. Even if the clan completes the replacement of the leader in some "peaceful" way, subsequent bloodshed is still inevitable.

"I told you, about Ike..."

Eski reminded him, but unexpectedly, the great engineering warlock just widened his eyes and looked at Eski as if he were looking at a rare animal.

He drank a large mouthful of black liquid and said in an erratic tone that smelled of alcohol.

"Even if he succeeds tomorrow night, it will take some time to take control of the military and political affairs on the front line. We can just reach a fait accompli during this period. First, we need to obtain parliamentary privileges."

"You are a brainless slave who only knows who is in power now and will only follow the current power."

As he spoke, the great engineering warlock showed a sarcastic smile.

"I understand."

Eski lowered his head respectfully and exposed his neck to show respect for the great engineering warlock.

"About the fait accompli aspect."

The white-haired rat raised his head slightly and asked.

"I will be responsible for this, so you don't have to work too hard."

The great engineering warlock spoke quickly.

Does that mean you won’t be given a sip of soup?

Eski's scarlet eyes flashed slightly. This kind of thing seemed to have happened last time.

"Okay, thank you to the great engineering warlock."

The engineering warlock's mouth twitched as he finished speaking, trying hard to prevent the white hair on his body from exploding.

When he left, he still had the stiff smile he had tried so hard to maintain.

Regardless of any further reaction to the actions of the Great Engineer Warlock, the imitation screaming bell rang once, and the second meeting was about to begin again.

Dragging his staff, the white-haired engineering warlock was the first to come to the parliament. Here, there is only one gray prophet.

The Gray Prophet no longer had the calmness he had during the last meeting. He held the snuff bottle in his right paw and placed it next to his wet nose while sucking, but he did not notice that the dimensional stone snuff powder seemed to have been completely exhausted.

The robe made of gray rat wool also looked messy, as if it had been damaged by the owner of the clothes himself.

In this era without remote calling devices, it would take at least a month for the Skavens to know what happened in the past few days, and it would take about three months for the orders issued by the Skavens to be sent to the front line.

time.

But even so, Staden knew very well that he was doomed.

After the old guy abdicated more than ten years ago, the position of obtaining the heavenly dimension stone has been competed by a large number of prominent figures.

He, Staden, only gained the favor of the Horned Rat a few years ago, so he was able to stand out among other rats who were not weaker than him and serve as the chairman of the Supreme Council of the camp in the past few years.

Unexpectedly, that old guy...

He completely failed and ruined tens of thousands of elites that even the Thirteen-person Council would feel a little heartbroken about - even if many of them were hired with money, they were still elites.

And that old guy saved the crisis he caused.

He doesn't need to step out of the council hall now. He knows that there are countless clans outside plotting his position, his head, and everything about him.

Just like in Skaven Castle, his good students are plotting against him.

When all thirteen members arrived, the Gray Prophet was still immersed in his own world. It wasn't until the first member shook him that he woke up as if from a dream.
Chapter completed!