After the Full Level of the Profession

Three days later, the Gale Knights returned and rejoined the Black Earth Knights.

There are only a few troops stationed at the Magic Temple. Anyway, after Mondela’s army was ambushed by Madeleine last time out of the city, he would definitely not dare to go out again in a short time. The Magic Temple only needs a small number of troops. Can hold, no longer have to worry about being retaken by Mondela.

At this time, the Black Earth Knights had advanced a lot, approaching the capital of the saints.

Strategically, Siglan currently seems to have the upper hand, but in tactics, no one dares to ignore it. After all, Mondela still has several main armies in his hands, the Mondela Knights (self-proclaimed as the King of East Gran Knights), White Lion Knights, Fire Knights, Ice Knights, Thunder Knights.

As long as these five knights are still there, Mondela cannot be ignored, and besides Mondela is also standing by an Archbishop of Light, leading a knights of the temple, this force cannot be underestimated. Supplemented by a strong city security, it is not so easy to kill him.

Therefore, the Black Earth Knights were very cautious, and the army advanced to the northwest of the capital of the saints, about twenty miles away, and set up a camp.

The soldiers cut down trees on the spot, tied the thick trunks together, nailed them into the ground, and made a wall. Hundreds of magicians were holding magic essence potions, holding pens, and drawing defensive magic arrays on the ground. This large magic circle must cover a military camp that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. Therefore, the drawing of the magic circle has to be planned and divided in advance, and then a group of magicians are responsible for an area, just like the programmers in later software companies, a group Responsible for a function, and finally assembled together into a complete program.

Robb discovered that these ancients actually understood the production method of subcontracting labor, but they only spent their IQ on war. If they were willing to tilt a little bit toward production, the assembly line would have been invented a long time ago.

Madeleine was very excited to greet the camp outside the camp when she saw that the Knights of the Storm had returned.

Seeing Robb's safe return, she waved her hands joyfully: "Mr. Robert, congratulations on taking the magic temple and making great achievements."

Robb also smiled and waved to her.

Then, I heard Madeleine speak at a rapid rate of messy things, such as "Should I be promoted to Duke this time", "At least two more fiefdoms" and such things that make people sweating profusely. Robb was in a cold sweat after hearing it, and it was estimated that the queen would have to lift the table after hearing it, so he just hurried in.

He and Madeleine walked into the camp side by side, and a violent knight ran up beside him, and handed Madeleine a silver stone: "Grand Duke, this stone..."

Madeleine was angrily: "Did you see me talking to Mr. Robert? Break the stone and take it away."

The Storm Rider sweated and said, "Mr. Robert picked up the stone."

Madeleine's expression eased instantly: "Say it early! It turned out that Mr. Robert picked it up. It must be a good thing."

The Storm Rider is speechless, forget it, don't say it, retire...

Another Gale Knight patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, in the future report, no matter what the content is, you can't go wrong if you start with three words Robert."

"Justified!"

After a while, Madeleine realized that she was holding a piece of thorium ore in her hand. She was really shocked. Hearing from the people on the left and right said that Robert had found a vein of thorium, and at the same time got many young giant bats. Cub, can't help but get a little excited: "This is a great credit, Elizabeth will be very happy to know that, this time I must convince her to promote you to Duke."

Robb couldn't laugh or cry: "No need, no, I'm just fine with this Viscount now."

That evening, Robb left the identity of Robert Smith in the camp room to "rest", and his consciousness switched back to the lazy priest in Westwind, and he sat quietly and waited for the call. He knew that the ghost woman must be calling soon.

Sure enough, when the setting sun was being dragged away by the sunset, the phone rang.

After taking a look, she saw Her Majesty the Queen sitting in front of the crystal ball with her usual majestic face.

Robb said weakly and breathlessly: "If something happens, retreat if nothing happens."

The queen didn't blame him for saying strange things, and went straight to the subject: "Your student Robert Smith, in a strange valley, found a vein of thorium."

"Oh?" Robb said: "What's wrong? When you found such a good thing, why did you call me with a dull face? You should smile and get up."

"You think I'm so good to lie?" The queen said with a stern face: "Your student, found precious thorium ore, don’t need a piece of it, give it all to my people, and then your people are outside the canyon, planing those precious thorium ore. The skin of the giant bat, after planing it, doesn't even look at the Thorium Mine, and walks away. Do you think I should be happy? If I really smile now, it can only show that I am a fool."

Robb squinted: "Then what are you going to do?"

"What is bat skin?" The queen didn't want to talk at all, pointing straight to the subject.

Robb spread his hands: "Connective leather, a very high-level leather making material, is stronger than the leather of the flying dragon and the thunder lizard, and the things made are better."

The queen squinted: "It doesn't sound very good. It's not as useful as Thorium."

Robb smiled and said: "This is what you are wrong. Leather and metal are originally used in different ways. If they are forced to compare good and bad, how can they be compared? For example, I ask you, is the cake delicious? The pudding is delicious, can you compare it?"

Robb concluded: "I got good leather and gave you good metal. This is my righteousness and righteousness. This is called profit for everyone."

The queen squinted: "Then let's change it. I want good leather, and you want good metal. Would you like it?"

Robb said without hesitation: "No!"

The queen "touched" the table and slapped it: "This is a real hammer. That skin must be better than Thorium. I want skins, not Thorium."

Robb smiled and said: "Come less! It was discovered by my people. The giant bat was also cleaned up by me with arcane explosions. The connective skin is also something I can understand the value. It should belong to me and there is no discussion."

The queen said: "But it was found in Siegeland. It belongs to the Gran Kingdom, and I must take a share."

"Wow, what do I say to this woman?" Robb said, "You are shameless."

The queen suddenly showed a charming smile: "I'm usually too reasonable, and I rarely cheat, so you forget that I am a woman." She suddenly coquettishly acted like an ordinary girl: "Divide me. Some connective skins, don’t take up all the good things alone, okay, I’m begging you."

"Stop!" Robb said in a cold sweat: "Stop making trouble, this is not like you at all."