Amid the clinking of glasses, many dwarven councilors occasionally cast their gazes toward a corner of the banquet hall.
Sitting there was a Kenu person with dark skin.
Initially, such an exotic skin tone was met with nothing but sneers and mockery.
But now, he was only met with respect.
Before long, Bask, holding a wine goblet and visibly inebriated, made his way over to Duoduo as if suddenly shedding his disguise, his entire demeanor relaxing.
"Why don't you—hav—hic—have a drink?"
"Alcohol can dull the senses, it's best to reserve such indulgences until we have secured a complete victory."
"Complete victory—hic?"
Bask seemed to sober up quite a bit. He looked around and then lowered his voice.
"We now hold 21 seats in the Elected Parliament. According to what you've said, as long as we stick together, we'll always surpass one-tenth in a vote of 200 people, so nobody will be kicked out. Isn't that enough?"
"That's enough for self-preservation, but just barely."
