Chapter 846: Supporting a Puppet

Without warning, there’s an unexpected update! It infuriates her, he’s going to drive me crazy!

After hearing these words, the queen almost flipped the table right then and there. “Hey, you crazy man, are you out of your mind? Every time I mentioned going to war, you vehemently opposed it, acting as if you were about to confront me on the spot, trying to stop me from starting a war. And now you want to cause trouble? You can’t be so hypocritical! Besides, you’re not even my subordinate, I have no control over you. But if you start a war, everyone will say it was the actions of the Kingdom of Gran, they will call me an aggressive and ambitious queen. Why should I take the blame for you?”

Robb shrugged, “I have no choice. This war must be fought. Because I know these people cannot be brought into the Kingdom of Gran. The Kingdom of Gran is weak and incapable of handling so many refugees. So… I have to eliminate those troublemakers in the desert and allow these refugees to return to their homes.”

At this point, Robb said earnestly, “Of course, there’s another reason. The entire human race should unite to fight against the Black Dragon, but foolish people are busy fighting among themselves for their own interests. Such stupidity needs someone to correct it.”

The queen glanced at him, “When did you become such a righteous person?”

“Never,” Robb said, “It’s just that my maid is feeling sad. I can see that she wants to cry but doesn’t want to show it to me, so she holds back her tears. But seeing that, it only makes me want to help her more.”

The queen remained speechless. In fact, she had already heard from her subordinates about the previous incident of internal turmoil in the Church of Darkness. Robb had helped her by overseeing Bright Road, rejecting any favorable conditions offered by the Church of Darkness. His reason at that time was simply, “I don’t want to see the queen cry.”

Now, it was just shifting to his maid.

The queen lost all her anger and helplessly said, “So, because you want to amuse another woman, I have to bear the blame for you? Why should I?”

Robb replied, “Oh, I’m sorry for troubling you! Now the only way for you to distance yourself from this is to announce to all the nations that Westwind City does not belong to the Kingdom of Gran, and I have no connection to you.”

“Forget it!” the queen slammed the table, “Westwind City is the territory of the Kingdom of Gran, sacred and indivisible. Whoever dares to separate it, I will fight them to the death. And you…”

At this point, the queen paused, dragging out her words, giving a sly look, and said in a peculiar tone, “You proposed to me before. Although I haven’t given you an answer yet, you want to distance yourself from me? No way!”

Robb was astonished, “When did I propose to you?”

“Wasn’t the wedding dress you gave me last time a proposal?”

“Oh, I was just casually rubbing it out, giving it to you robe to use as a cover. Don’t treat it as a wedding dress, but rather as outer armor.”

“I’ll armor you, damn it.” The queen eventually flipped the table. After flipping the table, she picked up a crystal ball from the scattered mess, with a stern face, full of dignity, and said, “After conquering the Desert Kingdom, let me establish a puppet pharaoh, and I’ll help you take the blame.”

“Why are you so enthusiastic about these things, woman?”

“Why are you so enthusiastic about this?” Robb said. “Supporting a puppet and all, don’t you think it’s evil? It gives off the impression that you’re truly a bad queen. Let me tell you, puppets eventually turn against their masters. Who would willingly be controlled for a lifetime?”

“Let’s not get involved in such matters that tarnish our reputation,” Robb continued. “As long as we find a good person to be the Pharaoh of the Desert Kingdom and no longer trouble your Northern Frontier, that would be the best outcome.”

The queen glanced sideways and asked, “The new Pharaoh in your mind, is it Motra or Suofa? I think it must be Motra!”

“Wow, you’re quite clever, young lady. You guessed it right,” Robb replied.

The queen slammed the crystal ball onto the ground and exclaimed, “Isn’t supporting a puppet exactly what you’re doing? You’ve exhausted all the nice words, but in the end, you still want to do something equally insane.”

Robb said, “There’s no other way. If I don’t support someone to manage the territory I’ve conquered, then why did I bother conquering it?”

As sandstorms swept across the vast desert, in the midst of endless yellow sand, there was a small oasis standing resolutely in the midst of the sand. Next to the oasis was a peculiar black oil swamp.

This oasis was in the midst of a battle!

A massive army surrounded the small oasis, launching a frenzied attack from all directions, while the defenders inside the oasis fought back desperately.

Smoke filled the air, arrows and magic flew everywhere, and black oil bombs exploded outside the city walls, sending the attackers flying backward.

The ground was filled with flames ignited by oil, and the air was filled with poison. Both sides’ soldiers fought with their faces covered.

This oasis was called the Kali Oasis, the home of Motra.

The Kali Oasis had less than 7,000 inhabitants.

Originally, there were over 8,000 people here, but in the battle when Motra attacked Westwind Town, 3,000 warriors from the Kali Oasis were captured by Robb. Most of these warriors remained in Westwind Town and never returned to Kali. After Motra’s subsequent exile due to “spreading rumors and deceiving the Pharaoh,” the Kali family’s power suffered a setback. The population of 8,000 dwindled to just over 4,000 at its lowest point.

Fortunately, later on, Motra and Robb reached a trade agreement, where the Kali Oasis’ specialty, the black oil, was transported in large quantities to Westwind City in exchange for various goods from Robb. These supplies helped the Kali family recover to some extent. They were able to purchase a large number of slaves, buy numerous camels, and the population slowly increased to over 7,000 once again.

With such a small population and Motra being blacklisted by the Pharaoh upon his exile, the Kali family didn’t have much ambition. They never aspired to climb to the pinnacle of politics and power.

So, when the news of the Pharaoh’s death at the hands of the Black Dragon reached them, the people of the Kali family were still enjoying the hotpot sent from Westwind City and singing songs, without giving it much thought.

Then, they suddenly realized that a large army had arrived outside the oasis. It was the boss from the neighboring oasis.

The boss, riding a camel, approached the entrance of the Kali Oasis and loudly declared, “From today onwards, the Kali family will obey my command, recognize me as the Pharaoh, and assist me in battle. If you do, I will spare your lives. Otherwise, I will kill you all.”

Such a simple and brutal demand. The people of the Kali family immediately erupted in anger and confronted the boss.

Then, they realized that they couldn’t win the confrontation!

The Kali family became a trembling group confined within the oasis.

If it wasn’t for the weapons they had created using the abundant black oil produced by the Kali Oasis, weapons that could explode and burn, they would have almost been unable to defend themselves.