Because their physical strength is better than many slave rats, the slippery clan is willing to hire some cheap rats as temporary labor.

Esky narrowed his eyes and stared at these familiar rock walls.

He remembered that when he first came to this ghost place, these things were dumping excrement towards the underground river below, right?

Is it because of this that the stench of this river drifted for miles?

Witrick and Esky walked up to the platform at the temporary building, and shouted again.

"The Skuri clan needs subordinate clans and workers, and will not give you too many political treaties. It is better to say that there is only one treaty. Eighty percent of the population must be put into the construction tasks required by Skuri when they need it."

"If it were Skuri in the Great City, of course, it wouldn't need to store you so cheaply, but this is Skuri on the front line, and we need you."

"In this way, you don't have to worry about starving to death without doing anything in life. You should all thank the kindness of the chief engineer Mosquita. Next, we..."

While Vitrick was still talking, a gust of green smoke caused Esky to disappear on the podium.

In the camp of Icret, Esky looked at the warlord who had become solemn because of his sudden appearance and spoke directly.

"I just said directly that I would build an underground railway from the underground fort to Side1 to supply the food consumption of the underground fortress. Eshiriga is still on the way, so I guess I can't keep up with the decision."

Icret quickly stuffed a grape into his mouth and chewed it quickly.

"Building roads? I admit that this is good for offsetting the fort, but it is already this time. The Gray Prophet has proposed duels several times and asked for the replacement of the MP."

"If you build a road, you need to guard slaves and rats, and have a stable environment. In this way, I can use the name of Skuri to increase the number of troops deployed."

Eski shook his head and said.

"Also, this thing is for you."

As he said, Eski took out a box from the sapphire arch as if he had remembered something, and opened it with a blue glass ball wrapped in soft fluffy-filled fabric.

"What is this?"

Of course it was Trab's legacy, but Esky didn't say it directly, and said with a wavy head.

"Remember to stay away from the challenger and throw it away. This thing can be corroded with the armor and people."

"What about the Gray Prophet so easy to use?"

Esky twitched the corner of his mouth. If this thing was really so useful, Trab wouldn't have died at his hands, but he continued to explain.

"I suggest that you do not despise any spellcaster. You will not know how the magic wind will help him when he complies with the heavens."

"But, the recent situation, at the end..."

The discussion in the warlord tent did not last long. About four hours later, Eski had already returned to Scurry and touched his head.

Looking at the rat crumb paper that Esky took back, he started to complain directly.

"If the demolition fee is paid according to this standard, we will have to spend at least 4,000 digits of coins. No matter how we calculate it, the money is too much." (approximately RMB 250 million)

The total 4,000 dime coins are already twice the value of an ordinary engineering warlock.

"After all, it's inside the fortress, I have to give the parliament a face."

Esky said, throwing a map with complex marks in front of the engineers.

"I will provide the three thousand of the most elite Med clans to join here."

"The resident is divided according to this, and the Mede clan will watch the most critical pass nearby."

Pointing to the several necessary paths above to the Scurry Industrial Zone and the Parliament, Eski marked a few red dots.

"If I can, I would like to create a little conflict and let them see the characteristics of my subordinates."
Chapter completed!