After Maxing out all Classes
Chapter 334: Motra is back

When Robb saw that miss Queen was serious about this, he could not continue to annoy her. It was not good to say that he would kill people in her country in front of a very responsible queen, even if it was a joke.

He smiled and said to the Queen, "Miss Queen, although it is great to study weapons, military technology should be developed in a civilian way. Don't just focus on military technology. This is like playing Starcraft. You can't just build soldiers without farmers, or separate bases. You must go forward together. If you focus too much on making guns, you will suddenly find that there will be no resources to build one day."

The Queen can't understand what Starcraft is, but of course, she understands the principle that military and government should go hand in hand. She said calmly, "Of course I will pay attention to this. Thank you for reminding me. I won't talk to you any more today, but I need to think about that new magic item."

Robb smiled, "Good night!"

When the phone hung up, Miss Queen was busy playing with new magic item. Robb estimated that she would produce a lot of magic item to catch the Princess of East Gran, which was very important for her.

However, for Robb, it is more interesting to study the temperature control system of the firebox.

He took a branch and drew symbols on the ground beside the hot spring pool, writing conditional sentences. At that moment, a man in a police uniform ran over in the dark, his buckle was glittering, and it was chief Elsie.

Recently, Robb has been busy shuttling between two place and as met Director Elsie less often, so the he got a little worried that he is not "bootlocking" enough.

When he arrived at the hot spring pool, he made a salute and smiled, "Godfather, I'm sorry to bother you so late. Just now, a huge group came to Westwind Town and was waiting outside the north gate. This group is quite special, so I came here to ask you for instructions."

"Oh?" Robb asked, "What group?"

"It is the oil transport team of the Desert Kingdom." Chief Elsie said, "The two thousand barrels of kerosene you want, the first batch of five hundred barrels, have been delivered."

Robb was overjoyed, "Great, welcome them in. You should find a safe underground hole, a place suitable for storing combustibles and explosives, and carefully put these oil barrels away. Pay attention to the need to store them in different areas. Only one hundred barrels can be stored in one area at most. The two areas should be separated by an unusual distance to avoid accidentally detonating a barrel and then blowing it all up."

Chief Elsie quickly wrote down, "There is one more thing to report to you. A strange guy came with the oil transport team."

"Oh? Who?"

"It's Motra." Chief Elsie said, "The desert kingdom obviously redeemed him with kerosene, but this guy ran with the oil team."

Robb smiled. "Let him talk to me."

Chief Elsie hurried to the office. In a short time, he really brought Motra.

Motra doesn’t look bad today, and he has recovered to his initial healthy appearance. He is full of gold rings. The nobles in the desert kingdom are very rich, but ordinary people are very poor. They go to two extremes. The last time the gold ring of the Motra was stripped by Robb, I didn't expect to go home for a turn. It was covered with gold rings again.

Robb couldn't help laughing, "What's the matter? There is a gold mine at home?"

Motra said, "I do have a gold mine in my home. How did Godfather know? Your intelligence work was so good."

Robb, "Damn retarded, stop talking nonsense. Didn't I let you go? Why did you come back?"

Motra said piteously, "I was exiled by the pharaoh. He told me to roll to a place where the yellow sand cannot cover me. Otherwise, next time he sees me, I will be buried in the sand with my head exposed. Then he will kick my head as a ball. That’s why I had to leave the desert and have no other place to go. Thinking that Godfather is here, I came here and begged for acceptance!"

Robb said, "Oh, it is to apply for political asylum. What have you done to make Pharaoh angry and say such heartless words?"

Motura said awkwardly, "I stole some seeds here, which can mature in one day. I took them back to the Pharaoh and gave them to him. The Pharaoh was very happy, and planted them in the Green State carefully like treasure. The next day...... Cough...... The Pharaoh became confused. He said that I cheated his feelings and that the desert could not accommodate such a lying bastard, so he drove me out. I had to leave my family and follow the oil delivery group came here. "

Robb almost laughed with joy. He forced himself to hold back. He couldn't laugh, couldn't laugh. I wiped it. What if it swelled? Forget it, laugh!

Rob: o (* ≥ ▽≤) ツ┓

Seeing Robb laughing in the hot spring pool, Motra said in embarrassment, "Godfather, don't laugh at me. I know it's my fault. I shouldn't have stolen your seed. Can you tell me what the secret of that seed is?" Sᴇaʀᴄh the N0ᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Robb said, "Actually, there is no mystery at all. Those are just ordinary seeds, but they were planted by me. Only when they are planted in my family's fields can they mature day by day. Nobody else can!"

Motra: “……”

Robb smiled and said, "Because I have the miracle of the fall of gods."

The recognition of the Buddha!

Robb smiled, "Do you want to live in Westwind Town in the future?"

"Yes!" Motra smiled, "I have to admit that this place is very good, at least much better than Norma. Norma is a kingdom completely controlled by the Church of Light. All the people are fanatical believers of the Church of Light. Believers of desert gods like me have no place to live in Norma and will be burned as pagans. Therefore, I can only barely live in Westwind Town."

Robb smiled and said, "After the end of reforming through labor, I can allow prisoners to live in Westwind Town and give them the status of civilians in Westwind Town, but you are different. You didn't work hard here and was redeemed by your family with kerosene. That is to say, you and I are still enemies. Why should I take you in?"

It was obvious that Motra had considered this problem. He said seriously, "Godfather, although I was exiled by the Pharaoh and couldn't go back to the desert, my huge family is still in the desert. If I stay in Westwind Town, I can build a bridge or trade route with my family. I heard that you like doing business best. If you want to buy any goods in the desert, we can deliver them to you."

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