After the Full Level of the Profession

"I understand the confidentiality of technology, but innovation is something..." Baron Nolan said modestly: "The ability to innovate underneath is not enough... I really don't understand how sugar can be used to innovate."

Robbile said: "Well, I will give you a small demonstration, and then you will find a way to go."

With a wave of his hand, a few lumps of sugar, milk, and butter appeared in front of him.

Let Lilian take a pot, put the sugar, milk, and butter into the pot, release a flame magic, and cook it while stirring!

After a while, when the contents of the pot became sticky, Robb put it still next to him, and said with a smile: "Eat, wait!"

Baron Nolan looked dumbfounded, but Robb couldn't ask if he didn't say anything, so he had to follow Robb for a meal.

After the meal was finished, what had been cooked just now had condensed into a milky white, strange coagulum.

Robb used a knife to cut out a small piece of the solidified object, as big as a knuckle, and handed it to Baron Nolan, "Try it."

Baron Nolan put it in his mouth, and the expression on his face immediately became serious: "It's delicious! What is this called?"

Robb smiled and said: "This is called toffee! Look, I added sugar to the milk and made this kind of thing. Think about it again. In this way, all the ingredients you can find are used for blending. Find a good ratio and formula to combine with sugar. Then, how many possibilities can you make?"

He continued: "Miss Queen’s beets are still months away from harvesting. Before her first batch of sugar is produced, you still have a lot of time. Take advantage of this time to sell all the sugar in your hand. At the same time, we are studying new ways to play sugar. When Miss Queen starts selling sugar, you have given up the low-end basic industry of sugar making and are moving towards a higher-end processing industry. Then, the sugar made by Miss Queen is not just right. You posed a threat and turned into a wage earner who provided you with raw materials, understand?"

Baron Nolen was lost in thought. After a while, he seemed to understand something: "Godfather, what do you mean is, let me study new things and keep my new technology secret, so that others will always be Can chase behind my **** so that I can be invincible, right?"

"Haha! The brain turns fast, it is convenient to talk to you." Robb smiled and said, "You can play with all these toffees that have been made."

Nolen quickly picked up the toffee, and while savoring the taste of toffee, he walked back to his home. After a few steps, he finally figured out what, and his steps suddenly became lighter.

Robb smiled and watched Baron Nolen, and when he turned his head, he saw the crystal ball on the table lit up.

He immediately connected the phone, and saw Her Majesty’s dignified and graceful face appeared in the crystal ball. This ghost woman, under any circumstances, would show such solemnity the moment she just got on the phone. , The appearance of sacred and inviolable.

"Miss Queen, what can I do today?" Robb greeted with a grin.

The queen's face remained unchanged: "I will tell you a joke."

Robb said, "Your expression doesn't seem to be a joke."

The queen said: "Your stockings are going to be unsalable soon."

"Oh? Why?" Robbkey said: "Why do you say that?"

A triumphant smile flashed across the queen's face: "In my Royal Academy of Magic, an interesting young man came out. He took the lead in criticizing the arrogant and prosperous lifestyle, and suggested that all noble children should not wear stockings. This caused a lot of trouble. In response, some ministers now proposed that the young people are already working hard, and the older generation should not lose to the young. He suggested that all officials in the government should abandon such flashy things as silk stockings and wear pants down to earth. Although trousers are not as beautiful as stockings, they are warmer, more convenient, and more practical. Many ministers have begun to follow suit. This will soon become a trend. Men will abandon stockings and only a few women will wear them."

Having said that, the queen was a little happy: "Your stockings! Sell it! No! Drop it!"

She finished this sentence word by word, as if Robb would be very happy after eating it.

Robbile said: "So what? Believe it or not, it won't be long before the stockings will sell better than before?"

The queen smiled: "It's useless to comfort yourself, your stockings factory, yes! Closed! Closed!"

"Thank you for making a special call to tell me this." Robb smiled and said, "Should we make a bet? If my stockings factory really closes down, I will promise you a request, as long as it doesn't violate it. My conscience’s request, you can mention it, including but not limited to sending you Westwind Town, killing Mundra, regaining East Grand, unifying the Grand Kingdom... Well, even helping you kill the desert kingdom and the kingdom of knight promise Horses are fine."

Upon hearing this, the queen's eyes lit up. She originally wanted to make a phone call today to laugh at Robb, and by the way complete the daily task of "talking with netizens", she planned to hang up after the taunting, but she didn't expect Robb to suddenly make such a bet.

This bet is too great for Her Majesty, and her ambition is not big enough to kill the desert kingdom and the kingdom of knights Norma, but kill Mondela, regain East Grand, and unify the Grand Kingdom. But it was her childhood ambition. If Robb was really willing to help her complete it, she had no reason to refuse.

However, the queen is not an innocent girl with intellectual disabilities. She understands that huge gains are often accompanied by huge risks. Robb dares to make such a bet, which means that he will put forward a terrible condition. This condition may not be possible. Affordable.

She suppressed the excitement in her heart and tried her best to keep a calm face: "Otherwise?"

Robb smiled sinisterly: "On the contrary, if my stockings factory does not close down and the sales of stockings increase instead, then you have to promise me one condition."

"What are the conditions?" The queen said indifferently: "You are also a dominion lord at any rate. You have a lofty status in the hearts of the townspeople in Westwind. They should be regarded as a gentleman with status and status. Shameless condition, right?"

Robb smiled and said: "I haven't mentioned the conditions yet, so you will run me with a mess of words, hold me high, and give me a gentleman label, so I am embarrassed to overstate the conditions. , What ghost woman?"

The queen smiles!

Robb hummed: "No matter, I don't ask too much. If you lose, wear black stockings and white stockings to show me each time, so let's gamble, how about?"