"Third, the information that can be obtained from your clan has no effect on me."

With that said, the engineering warlock sent the white medicine bottle back to the sapphire-like plane.

"To sum up, I can only ask you. In a few years, I will die of old age."

"Okay, that's it, I'm going to rest."

With that said, Eski lay on Teng Man's newly formed bed, took out a few dimensional coins, and threw them into his mouth like fried beans.

A few hours passed quickly.

The number of dimensional coins smashed into the mouth by the engineering warlock was almost hundreds.

If you use magic vision to look over it, there are elements of the dimension stone flowing in Eski's blood vessels, just like those non-caster rats who have eaten the dimension stone - rats who are too poor to afford potions.

Will try to increase his strength by swallowing raw warpstone ore.

These parts that have not yet been constructed into the mana pool are always affecting the thinking of the engineering warlock.

This makes the engineer's brain wander in the midst of arrogance, uncontrollable impulse, and sometimes wanting to tease all living things in the world.

Fortunately, he knew in advance that this was all an illusion caused by the dimension stone, and he suppressed the impulse forcefully.

"Okay, the mana is almost restored."

Sweating all over, with oil on his fur that contained the smell of battle, the engineering warlock stood up from Tengman's bed.

The leader of the clan rat was still kneeling there, as if his knees had taken root. Only then did Eski remember that from just now, the power of the dimensional stance had been exerted on the clan rat.

"Still no reason?"

The engineer warlock spoke mockingly while soaking the wind of life on his injured knee.

"Your opportunity has just slipped away. Don't regret it."

"I want it. No matter what."

The leader of the clan rat assumes a pleading posture.

"I'll give you three months to make some achievements first. I don't think you can do anything with your lair, which is not much better than a dead man's thing."

Patting the clan rat leader on the shoulder, the engineering warlock spoke.

“Let’s reach the settlement by the sea in one go.”

As he spoke, a burst of green smoke flashed past, leaving only a series of vine-like buildings.

"From today on, this is my bedroom, you all should vacate it!"

The clan rat leader immediately stood up, used his tail as a whip, and whipped the other clan rats.

On the other side, there was another long period of spinning and the unbearable retching sound of the clan rats.

"Hold it all back to me, otherwise I will confiscate the food you secretly hide in your cheek pouches, and let you completely eat the wind of life, and you will not even be able to smell the food."

The engineer warlock's tail whipped hard on the ground.

The clan rats immediately blocked their mouths with their paws and swallowed the regurgitated food again.

"Where is this?"

The wizard was asking the guide a question when he was stopped.

"Shh!"

The engineer warlock raised his pink finger to his mouth.

The weak mantra calls out to the wind of Aegir, and these flowing lightnings bring echoes three hundred meters away.

"Three three-person teams, one four-person team. A standard thirteen-person team."

"It's one of our own."

The white-haired engineer warlock breathed a sigh of relief.

Generally speaking, in the underground world, apart from the undead, dwarves, and ratmen, there are only monsters.

But here, we are already close to Nehekhara, and no one knows whether those humans who are good at constructs and necromancy will defend the emptiness like the empire a thousand years later.

It is so empty that the rat-man assassination team can kill the opponent's professors and historical witnesses at will, burn the opponent's books, and directly tamper with the opponent's history.

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But will this be the case in Nehekhara?

If this is the case, why are there no dungeons beneath Lahmia?

Logically speaking, in a trading city close to the sea and with fertile farmland in the south, there should be an underground stronghold of the rat people, but there is no such thing. There is no such thing in the map of the underground fortress.

There are still three passages to maintain material communication between the underground fortress and the base camp in the west: the west passage that directly crosses the Acid Sea, the northwest passage that takes the underground river, and the north passage that takes the World's Edge Mountains.

If it could be replenished directly from the wealthy Lahmia, the birthplace of vampires, which is only 1,200 kilometers away...

The engineer warlock was thinking about it when he was reminded by the sound of a rat.

"This is the edge of the sea crossing area, so it may not necessarily be friendly forces."

It was the guide who issued the warning, which made the engineering warlock focus on the thirteen-man team.

"On the other side is a gathering place for human gadgets, and there are even more terrifying monsters in the deep tunnels."

"Their stronghold is a quite large city."

"So, they also have an institution similar to the Council of Thirteen, which is built on the entrance to the deep tunnel."

Another guide interrupted him at this time and said.

"Their strength is close to 10,000. I heard when I was serving Reikek that they would not allow anyone from other clans to cross the sea from here."

"They will just be thrown into the underground passage to feed the monsters."

"I can't tell you the specific reason why they did this, but they have become richer recently."

"If it weren't for the fact that the underground fortress didn't have enough energy to organize an expeditionary force and march 600 kilometers to attack here, Lord Ikrit, or the previous Lord Staden, might have already occupied this place."

When the engineering warlock heard this, he smiled instead.
Chapter completed!