After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 261: Give me two thousand casks

Chapter 261: Give me two thousand casks

The diplomat frowned. In fact, it was not that these nobles could not come up with 2200 gold coins, but to negotiate this matter. Everyone wanted to fight for more interests as much as possible. if they could not spend money, of course, it would be best not to spend money. To get rid of troublesome things, it is better to take a big advantage.

But Robb was smarter than he thought, and neither amber nor kerosene could impress him, so it seemed that he had to pay in the end.

He sighed and was about to say, forget it, Ill try to save up gold coins.

But unexpectedly, before this sentence was uttered, Robb got ahead and said with an extra gracious expression, "I thought carefully that if your black oil could really be used to burn fire, it would be much more useful than amber, or at least I could use it to cook so that my little maid doesn't have to light a fire all the time. I should make friends with your desert kingdom, throw out the olive branch of peace and sow the seeds of friendship. I don't want any of your gold coins, as long as you give me two thousand casks of this kind of oil, be careful, not this kind of small cask, but the big ones I can use to take a bath, two thousand casks! With that, Ill reluctantly return the three nobles to you. Those three are all big shots, right? Exchanging them for two thousand casks of black oil that can only burn should be good, right?

Robb's crazy suggestion, three people for two thousand bath-sized casks of oil, should be unreasonable, it should be put off for euthanasia.

But he boldly quoted the price, because he guessed that people in the world must not know the value of oil, nor can they make rational use of it. In the view of the people of the desert kingdom, oil should be a liquid that can only be used to burn and release poisonous fumes. It can only be used as a weapon, and nothing else.

They would never have imagined that oil is equal to everything that flies in the sky and runs on the ground.

There is certainly no way to give a correct valuation of oil.

Sure enough, after Robb just came up with the deal of two thousand casks of oil, there was a flash of joy in the diplomat's heart, but of course he could not show this expression to Robb. [Hold back! Restrain yourself! If you smile proudly during the negotiation, you will be seen through.]

But he couldnt help it and laughed wildly inside. [This hillbilly of the Kingdom of Gran was fooled by the kerosene. He didnt even want money. What an idiot.]

He had to try his best to defuse his complacency with a smile, "We lose too much. Two thousand casks of oil is too much!"

"Too much? Then lets not exchange anymore.

Huh?

The wind of the conversation changed too fast, and the diplomat was extremely embarrassed, and he wanted to sell and strive for more profits. But unexpectedly, Robb refused to change his words, which startled him, and hurriedly said, "well, I thought about it carefully. This figure is reasonable. All right then, we in the desert kingdom also hope to eliminate the estrangement caused by the war as far as possible and solve the problem peacefully. We will just suffer some losses, as you say, and use the kerosene in exchange for the three nobles of our kingdom.

Robb tilted his head, Are you tricking me? This oil isnt useless, right?

No, no! The diplomat said solemnly, "I've come to be friends with Mr. Robb. How can I fool you? This kerosene is definitely of great use. You will find it out slowly later, and you will definitely understand that Im not fooling you."

Alright. Robb said, "Its a deal. You hurry back to organize a caravan and bring in two thousand casks of kerosene, not one less. I think since this matter is a negotiation at the national level, it should not be deceitful. I will return one of your nobles first, and Ill return the other two you after your kerosene has been handed over. "

The diplomat was overjoyed, I am grateful to your excellency.

After a while, several prison guards brought Motra over. He was the first noble from the desert kingdom to be arrested in Westwind prison, and he had been in prison long enough. For the sake of his good behavior, Robb decided to let him go home first.

Motra didn't know what was happening when he was taken out, and he was nervous all the way until he saw the diplomat and guessed what had happened. He cheered, jumped over, opened his hands and hugged the diplomat tightly, "Huangsha, you have finally come to rescue me."

Taking advantage of the hug, he whispered in the diplomat's ear, "how much did it cost to redeem me? How much?"

The diplomat whispered, "I didn't spend a single coin, only two thousand casks of kerosene."

Motra was overjoyed and gave the diplomat a heavy pat on the shoulder, "Great. We've made a fortune. I have 100, 000 gold coins in my pocket. No, 100 million gold coins. Hey, hey, let's go! Let's go and don't let Robb find out I stole from him. "

The diplomat thought to himself, [what thing is so valuable?]

But at this time, it was not the time to inquire in detail, he separated from Motra and saluted Robb, "Dear Mr. Robb, I will go home now to prepare the kersone, and then I will send you two thousand casks one after another and make sure there won't be a cask less."

Robb smiled and said, "all right! There are also the other two nobles. I will take good care of them and release them when the oil is delivered. "

Robb acquired oil

When it was over, Motra hurriedly dragged the diplomat and ran away, running out of Westwind Town with the fastest speed, and then ran dozens of miles north, all the way through the Stone Canyon and Crystal Canyon.

It was not until he ran into the desert and confirmed that Robb did not catch up with him that he put his hand over his pocket and laughed up to the sky, "Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

The diplomat asked, "Why is Lord Motra laughing?"

Motra laughed and said, "We made money, even if this war killed more people, made us pay more reparations and send out more oil, we still made money."

"What on earth did you get?

Motra reached into his pocket and took out a handful of seeds, including apple seeds, orange seeds, grapes, beets and soybeans. Even a raw potato.

This guy's ability to steal is really first-class, all kinds of crops. He just went to Robb's private land to pick, and stole the seeds.

"This is the miracle seed of Westwind chapel." Motra looked triumphant, "crops planted with this seed can mature in one day. One day! It only takes one day! Do you understand what this means?"

The diplomat was startled, "so magical? Are you serious?"

"I saw it with my own eyes!" Motra said, "there are also the three thousand prisoners of war, commander, and great shaman. They have all seen it. Hahaha, I will take these seeds back to the Pharaoh and give them to the Pharaoh. I am going to be promoted and become rich."