"Food requires more magic power, and the spellcasting work I need to bear is even heavier, and then I also need a magic structure that can operate on a large scale to improve farmland."

"Once these things come, there will be a need for mines, more factories, and more workers."

"I will soon be faced with a more serious dilemma than now: adding more noodles and adding more water, and adding more noodles. As a result, no matter how I add it, it will not be appropriate, and I will even be short of water and noodles."

Eski's complaints began to become endless, but he didn't notice that Alclin's face became more and more ugly.

"You idiot, why are you wasting your time here?"

Alklin slapped Eski in the face.

"You have to manage everything and be responsible for it? When you only have thirteen horned rats in a day, isn't the precious time given to you by the horned rats wasted on these trivial matters? Let those small clans take care of it."
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Eski unfolded his flesh wings and flapped one wing, but Alklin easily blocked it. He yelled at his adoptive father and master.

"Do you know how much it will cost to let those small clans do things?!"

Pulled by the fast-moving mechanical claws connected to the tail, the two pink noses were close together, breathing heavily at each other.

Alclin shouted angrily.

"I mean, why do you care so much about those warpstone coins? It turns out that you can't think of a way to make money. We are not in Skaven Mordor now, and we are not just doing business, you idiot."

"First lower the labor price for me. The clans living in the city will naturally dare to raise the price with you. Go to those stinking ditches and the cracks between the rocks and find those marginalized clans who can't even eat at any time to be the contractors!"

"Tell them that the tentative wage is one dimension coin per month for ten rat workers. The one with the lowest price will get it. Those idiot leaders will sacrifice all their rat people just to take dimension stones to enhance their strength."

"If the money is still not enough, issue bonds to the outside world! We are the Scully clan, and if the interest rate is below 13%, we can pay it off."

Having said this, Alclin's constantly twitching chest slowly calmed down, and he leaned back on the chair and carefully recalled Esky's previous complaints.

"As for your raw material problem, it's a big trouble. Originally, we had an agreement with the Scurvy Clan in the Skaven Demon City. No matter how much goods they have, their fleet can transport them back to us."

"Are there no cheaper import channels?"

He turned around, not waiting for an answer, only Esky's flesh pad approaching quickly.

The white-haired rat kicked Alclin's chair, overturned his communication chair to the ground, and hit Alclin's staff with a claw.

"So! You old guy, can you listen to what I have to say!?"

"Just because I read those things doesn't mean I don't have a solution! It's far better than your solution!"

"Although I can't produce much of the stone, wood, and grain that I lack, Laemia across the sea has plenty of it. As long as I can import it, everything will not be a problem."

"That's why I'm going to meet the vampires and make a secret import agreement and ask them to deliver the goods to the underground port for me! You old fool!"

At this moment, Eski heard faint footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a little boy with chestnut skin. He was wearing a vest made of white linen. He looked at it with complicated emotions.

By Eski.

He spoke to Eski in the rat language with difficulty.

"Go, Lahmia."

"Ah, by the way, I forgot to introduce it to you. This is my trump card against vampires, the royal blood of Lamia, the only son of Queen Lamia that I killed."

As he spoke, Eski's language transformed into Nehekhara.

"Baby, if you want to go to Lahmia, your sister can't go, do you understand?"

Before the little prince could answer, his nose twitched and he turned to glare at the slave rat beside him.

"Wait a minute, slave, why does he smell strange?"
Chapter completed!