Chapter 311
The robed figure nodded slowly, considering Vellok’s words. "And what of the emperor’s decree? Do you believe conscripting the ratmen is a mistake?"
"No, there’s truth in how you plan to use the ratmen, but after what I’ve just told you, you must see why so many things can go wrong," the figure nodded as light flickered back on the tower.
"I understand what you’re saying, brother, but what you’re suggesting is impossible, especially in times like these."
"You expect the goblins to suddenly show leniency and kindness to the ratmen after all these years? We’ve ingrained in every goblin the belief that we are above the ratmen. Changing that now, and having them dine at the same table as us, is unthinkable when we need all goblins united to protect our world."
"Even with the threat of the gods, who may take this opportunity to show kindness to the ratmen, it’s still impossible. But nonetheless, with your warning, I’ll ensure that our control over the ratmen is tighter, and nothing they do will escape us."
The figure turned, his glowing yellow eyes fixing on Vahlok. "Is that agreeable to you, brother?"
Vahlok’s eyes narrowed as he met his brother’s glowing gaze. He crossed his arms, the weight of centuries of careful manipulation and planning pressing heavily on his shoulders. The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the faint hum of magic vibrating through the stone walls of the tower.
"It’s a start," Vahlok replied, his voice measured but firm. "But I would caution you against underestimating the ratmen’s desperation. Control may seem within our grasp, but too much control breeds desperation—and that is what the gods feast upon."
He stepped forward, his silhouette illuminated by the flickering light, his dark robes brushing the floor. "You and I both know the gods are not waiting to show kindness; they are waiting for a crack in the foundation—a slip, a moment of weakness. And once they exploit that, no matter how tightly we hold the ratmen, it will be too late."