After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 260: Crude oil

Chapter 260: Crude oil

The diplomat sent by the Desert Kingdom was a middle-aged man in his forties, unarmored, wearing the traditional clothes of the Desert Kingdom, a black tube skirt.

His entourage was unarmored either, but only carried a few machetes, which were obviously used to prevent enemies such as goblin and ogres from attacking them, and had no intention of fighting against the Kingdom of Gran.

Robb, sitting in his favorite stone chair in his chapel yard, warmly welcomed the diplomat group who had come to deliver the money. Well, it's just him sitting still and waiting for them to come up to him anyway.

He didn't even leave the stone stool.

However, no one in the diplomat group from the desert kingdom dared to be dissatisfied with him, nor dared to look down on the lazy fellow, for he had proved his greatness in the battle to overthrow the Sphinx. Now, everyone in the desert kingdom could not help but change their faces when they heard the word "Robb".

The diplomat saluted respectfully in front of Robb, "Dear Mr. Robb, on behalf of the Desert Kingdom, I would like to extend my most sincere greetings to you."

Well said, well said. Robb smiled and pointed to the other side of the stone table, "sit!"

The diplomat sat down opposite the stone table and said solemnly, "This official came to Westwind Town with the permission of her Majesty to redeem the three important nobles of our kingdom."

"Well, Miss Queen has already told me about this." Robb said with a smile, "the price has also been clearly written. The commander costs 1000 gold coins, the great shaman 600, and Motra. I have no objection. As long as I see the money, I will release them." (TL: The prices changed for the great shaman and Motra from the raws.)

The diplomat nodded, "Understood, I'll pay right away."

He waved and a machete warrior dressed in a similar outfit came over with a small box.

The box was not big, and Robb saw at a glance that it was impossible for it to hold 2200 gold coins.

When the diplomat lifted the lid of the box, there was no gold coin in it, only eight pieces of amber, and there were worms in the middle of three of them.

"Hmm?" Robb said, "didn't you agree to pay? Are you playing with me?"

The diplomat said slightly awkwardly, "the thing is, this time the defeat of the East Army made the Pharaoh very angry and disappointed with the performance of all the generals of the East Army. He was unwilling to open the treasury to redeem them and let the nobles find their own way to redeem them. However, the three nobles could not scrape together more than 2,000 gold coins in such a short period of time, so they rummaged through their warehouses at home and finally found the amber. These things are priceless treasures, and they should be able to.

Should be able to, a joke! Robb interrupted him decisively, "Its only some resin dripping on some worms, and then petrified into a thing. This kind of appearance only costs 20 yuan. Do you want to fool me?"

The diplomat could not understand what resin and 20 yuan is. But understood something That is, Robb is not interested in the amber.

The diplomat hurriedly said, "Mr. Robb, this is amber, something valuable."

Valuable, a ghost! Its useless garbage. Robb said with a smile, "You want to exchange three living people for this kind of garbage? Unless I am mentally retarded, I don't think this is possible.

Diplomat, Dont kill the hostages yet! Ill think of something. Well, since Mr. Robb doesn't like amber, I can only take out as much gold coins as I can. I dont have enough, but you can look at this.

He asked his men to take the amber and then carried a cask over.

The cask is small, only the size of an ordinary water bucket, and doesn't seem to be able to hold much.

However, as soon as it was brought to the stone table, Robb smelled a pungent smell in his nose, and his eyes lit up slightly, and he immediately thought of something very important, and it happened to be produced in large quantities in the desert kingdom.

The diplomat opened the lid, and a cask of black, sticky liquid appeared in front of Robb.

Is this crude oil?

Robb was a little unsure, after all, even in modern generations, he did not see crude oil, only the gasoline extracted from the crude oil.

Since he wasnt sure, he would not say anything. He kept a smile on his face that seemed to be under control, squinting at the diplomat and waiting for him to explain himself.

Sure enough, what the diplomat took out, of course, had to be explained. He pretended to be mysterious and introduced something good and said, "the name of this thing is kerosene! Although it looks very black and ugly, it burns so badly that if it is used to make incendiary bombs, it can set a big ship on fire in a twinkling of an eye, and when it burns, it will be highly poisonous, and the enemy who survives the burn will instead be poisoned to death. Can we use this kind of oil to make up for the shortage of gold coins? "

Hearing him say this, Robb can be sure that this is really oil.

This is awesome stuff!

Whether in conventional technology or in game technology, oil plays an important role.

Although Robb doesn't know anything about chemicals, there is a class called "Engineer" in Dark Blade, which has a lot of oil-related engineering products.

Robb couldn't make those things before, but with oil, almost all oil-related products can be done.

Robb was happy, but he remained emotionless on the surface, even showing a look of disdain, "No matter how hard you blow, this broken black oil can only be used as fire. I can use fireball if I want to light a fire."

With that, Robb put up a finger and a fireball appeared at the tip of his finger.

The diplomat was frightened at the moment a fire appeared on Robbs fingers. He picked up the oil cask on the table and jumped back far away, "Mr. Robb, this thing can't touch fire, or it will blow us all up."

Robb pretended not to understand, "isn't that the equivalent of explosion? I can do that too."

He pointed at the sky and a big spark burst with a bang in midair.

The diplomat was startled. Robb, who did not need to even chant, was simply insane and frightening.

He couldn't help feeling a little sad, [It seems that Mr. Robb isnt interested in kerosene either. He didn't want either amber or kerosene. The three nobles felt that 2200 gold coins were painful to lose, so they asked me not to spend money as much as possible. How can I even do this business?]