Robb’s words almost didn’t choke the queen. It took him a long time to pass his breath and said angrily: “I’m regaining my country. I’m fighting a just battle to restore the country. Why don’t you help? Me? What is good about Mondela? What good does he give you, do you have to remain neutral?"

Robb said: "You are only four years old in sixteen years. Can you really manage a country? From the perspective of the country, isn't it better for the people to change the king? I really don't think Mondela has usurped the country. How wrong is the matter, I feel that the four children should have been replaced by an adult who knows how to govern the country."

The queen was unhappy: "You are a fallacy! The Kingdom of Gran is passed on to me by my parents."

Robb smiled and said, "After all, the hereditary system is not quite right."

Queen:"…"

Well, there is no reason for this. The queen found that Robb is not only outrageous in strength, but also outrageous in his ideology. Hereditary system is a long-standing tradition. He actually said something wrong. This person has been so rebellious that he cannot communicate. Point.

But still have to communicate! To defend the city!

Her Majesty the Queen said angrily: "Okay, I promise you that you will not use the weapons you provide against Mondela, but only against the army of monsters. Is this always okay?"

"That's okay." Robb smiled and said, "Although I remain neutral between you and Mondela, between you and the monster, I will firmly support you."

After hearing this, the queen finally felt warmer in her heart.

However, Robb immediately followed up: "You look much better than a half-orc, who am I not going to help you?"

The queen almost got her nose crooked: "It's shit, you!"

She wanted to slap on the crystal ball to hang up the phone, but before the matter was over, Her Majesty the Queen would not interrupt the negotiation because of her small emotions. She took her hand back and put on a serious face again: I can’t bring you landmines by land transportation. It takes too much time to come and go. And I can’t transport them by air. You know, Manticore can’t carry heavy things, so..."

"So you want to use the portal, right?" Robb smiled: "Okay! You can use it."

"Well, I must notify you before using the portal. This is etiquette." The queen said indifferently: "I didn't even say hello to someone, so I shrank myself into a villain and ran through the portal to someone else's territory. It’s not the same as the people who fool around. He is rude, but I do.”

"It's a grudge." Robb said, "Can't you use your memory for more serious national affairs? Always remember my little things, and you will lose your hair."

"Be serious." The queen said: "You haven't said how much you want to pay."

"Reward?" Robb smiled: "I want..."

Before he could speak, the queen rushed to the front and said: "Don't speak loudly, you should know that I am a father or mother..."

"Hey, don't always sell miserables to lower prices." Robb said in an angry manner: "Usually put on majestic airs, and sell miserables when it comes to business talks. Can't you have a lower limit?"

The queen ignored the complaint and pretended not to hear it.

Robb smiled and said, "Well, I don't charge you, I only need two skills."

"Huh?" The queen was surprised: "What technology do you want? If it is my royal secret, I can't give it to you."

Robb smiled and said, "I don’t want that kind of thing. What I want is the technology that your alchemist has researched not long ago to make steel in a certain ratio between iron and carbon, and the big smelting you are going to study. Furnace temperature control technology'."

When the queen heard this, she couldn't help being a little confused: "What do you want these two technologies to do? Steel, you obviously can rub your hands like this and you can come out. What is the use of the technology you want me to study? I still want it. Your technique of rubbing your hands together. As for the furnace temperature, I don’t think it’s a difficult thing. As long as the craftsmen study it carefully, it won’t take long to see results."

Robb smiled and said: "You don't care what I want to do. Anyway, I want these two technologies."

The queen seriously considered her own financial situation and whether these two useless technologies would bring harm to her country after being handed over to Robb. After thinking about it, she seemed to think that it is more cost-effective to give him technology than money. Immediately he clapped: "Okay, the deal! Then I will let the alchemist who knows how to deploy steel to pass through the portal to Westwind Town, and teach you the technology, and the furnace temperature technology must wait for me to study it before handing it over to you."

"Not to teach me, but to teach my craftsmen." Robb smiled: "I want to add one more class to my Westwind Technical School."

The queen thought for a while: "Okay!"

When the two of them said this, the talk was finally over. Her Majesty the Queen suddenly stretched out her hand and slammed it down on the crystal ball. At the same time, she said angrily: "Don't compare me with a half-orc!"

With a "touch", the phone was hung up.

Robb looked up to the sky and sighed: "When your temper is halfway through, hold it back first, and then lose your temper after the negotiation, what the **** is it?"

At this time, Marianne, who had been practising abacus by her side, suddenly appeared. Just now Robb was negotiating with the Queen. Her little merchant daughter really didn’t dare to talk to her. Now that the phone is hung up, she finally dared to talk. After speaking, he asked cautiously: "Godfather, did your conversation with Her Majesty the Queen just now count as a negotiation?"

"No, we are talking!"

Marianne Khan said: "Why is chatting like a negotiation?"

Robb spread his hands: "She has been working hard to turn talks into negotiations, and I have been working hard to make negotiations like talks. This is a war between attitudes to life and ideology. God knows who will win in the end. Let me tell you, I am a very strong man in war, but I am a straight man of steel. I have never understood anything like ghosts and women."

Marianne: "..."

Marianne didn't know what kind of vomiting was going on, so let's withdraw first. Anyway, the abacus formula has been memorized by rote, and it is the kingly way to go back and practice slowly.

She got up and said goodbye to Robb, and walked quickly back to her temporary residence. The servants and guards who were guarding outside the church courtyard hurriedly followed, and the group disappeared into the night.

Early the next morning, a group of Sigran soldiers passed through the portal and came to Westwind Town.

They walked through the portal very cautiously, beware of whether there was anyone here who had already set up the encirclement. When they came over, they shot arrows indiscriminately. After passing through, they discovered that there was not even a soldier in Westwind Town. Down the hillside in the distance, sitting in the church yard was a lazy priest waving at them.

The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, and threw a lot of landmines, Katyusha, and... an experienced alchemist who blew himself up the night Robb’s portal pierced him. Bit. (For those who have forgotten, please refer to Chapter 354)