Chapter 597 Oil and Rubber

Chapter 597 – Oil and Rubber

Elves! Characters that are never absent in the fantasy world!

And so on and so forth!

Paul suddenly thought of something important.

I wonder what style the elves in this world are?

Wouldn’t this be appetizing if it was the old rolling style?
“That …… what do those elves look like? You guys have seen them with your own eyes, right?”

Nigel noticed the sudden inquisitiveness in the lord’s eyes.

He said excitedly, “My lord, each one of them has a face that is nearly perfect in the eyes of humans, a well-proportioned body, long and slender limbs, and their skin is as white and smooth as the porcelain you make.”

As he said that, he also revealed a face of intoxication, his eyes full of memories.

The other two captains also laughed “hehehehehehehehe”, even the young Allen’s face also appeared a blush.

Paul immediately realized that these guys may have had special contact with elves in some special place.

Think of a group of sailors at sea for a few months, the first thing to do after going ashore?
The vast majority will choose to have fun in time, the sea is temperamental, to cherish their every safe landing.

“Ahem!” Paul wore a serious expression, “Gentlemen, I thank you for your willingness to give up those wonderful exotic beauties to return to me.”

Nigel realized he was a bit out of line and smiled shyly.

He continued his introduction, “Because of their looks, elves are often attacked by human slave trappers from across the isthmus, and many elves are stranded as slaves in the northern human kingdoms.”

Paul asked, “Are elves weak in force?”

Nigel nodded, “How can I put it, the elves’ metal smelting and forging techniques are not very well developed, and it seems that metal minerals are also scarce in their forests as well. But ……”

He twists and turns, “The elves have a secret weapon, a terrible fuel, made to be sprayed onto a target and ignited it will never go out, not even water can put it out, and the humans there are terrified of this terrible weapon.”

“But the elves are overly protective of their forests, so this fire-prone weapon is not often used by them, so overall they are much weaker than their human neighbors to the north.”

Greek fire? Nigel had just finished describing that fuel when the word popped into Paul’s mind.

Didn’t it fit that characterization exactly, when even water couldn’t put it out?
If it was really Greek fire, Paul’s heart was excited, according to the recovery of later generations, the Greek fire seems to contain oil, that is known as the blood of industrial civilization.

“Oh yes, Lord Graiman.”

Nigel reached into his coat pocket and fumbled for something, pulling out an object a few seconds later.

“We also found a strange substance at the elf’s place that I think will be of interest to our museum scholar gate here.”

Paul took the thing in his hand; it was a soft, pale yellow gelatinous mass that kept changing shape as he held it in his palm, squishing and rolling it at will.

Nigel smiled and said, “It’s quite a stress reliever to hold it like this when you have nothing else to do.”

At that moment he noticed the change in Paul’s face, an expression that was a mixture of excitement, elation, and impatience.

Rubber! The mass that Nigel had brought back was natural rubber! Or rather, raw, unvulcanized rubber!
“Lord Graiman, Lord Graiman.”

“Huh?”

Paul, who was immersed in excitement, reacted only after being called several times in succession by Nigel and the others.

Nigel let out a sigh of relief, but he didn’t understand why Lord Lord was attracted to this light yellow gelatinous mass.

“Nigel!”

Paul suddenly commanded, startling the Quest leader. “Yes, Lord Graiman!”

“You and your crew, eat well, drink well, rest well, and get your bodies in great shape for me! After refurbishment, I need you all to set out again!”

“Yes, Lord Graiman!”

“This time you will head straight for the land of the elves, and I demand that you make sure to establish contact with the Elf Gate, preferably gaining their friendship.”

“Yes, Lord Gleeman!”

Paul’s heart was overwhelmed with excitement, it’s oil and rubber again, elves, elves, you still don’t know what a precious mountain of treasure you’re sitting on, do you? —
In the spring of the year 1995 of the Holy Calendar, a piece of news quickly spread throughout the entirety of the Kingdom of Aldo.

King Rodney XVII had been called by the grace of the Lord, and had been succeeded by his nephew, Gerd Rodney, who should of course now be addressed as His Majesty Rodney XVIII.

The death of the old king came as no surprise; after all, the king had been widely known for his impression of infirmity in his later years.

What was surprising was his successor, many speculated that it would be his daughter Catherine who would succeed him as the first female king in the history of Aldor, many more thought that the king would follow tradition and allow his younger brother Jasim to succeed him.

But no one guessed that the real successor is his nephew Gerd, how this guy is not the first heir ah.

The new king caused a lot of discussion among the many forces in the kingdom of Aldo.

In the castle of Grand Duke Wolf, Giles held a banquet and invited many of his bannermen.

“Hahahahaha! This is the Lord of Light helping me!”

Giles raised his wine cup, his excitement overflowing.

“I really don’t know what our king’s majesty was thinking, to pass the throne to such a young man. Catherine, who has the support of the army and the ability to fight battles herself, Jasim, who is old and cunning and deeply popular with the nobles, both of these two people are what I am afraid of. As for Gelder, hahahahaha, it’s not that I’m underestimating him, but he’s just a butler-type character who takes care of the estate for the royal family!”

The Grand Duke’s chest lit up with high and incomparable ambition.

He saw the crystal crown beckoning towards him, it was time to once again raise his troops and march towards the north.

He announced his plan to his bannermen.

“This time we will definitely hit Jingyao!”

“I am confident that Lord Giles will lead us to invincibility!”

The bannermen were also agitated, expressing their loyalty and confidence.

“Lord Giles, should we wait first?”

Unlike most, his beloved general Samar spoke up to suggest.

“Oh? Why?”

Samar explained to him:

“Jasim is Gelder’s father, so maybe it won’t happen, but what about Catherine? Will there be a fight with her cousins?
If the two could fight, it would be a good show.

It would be best if they fought to the death, and when they waited for such a situation to arise, would they not be destroying everything along the way?
It would be like bulldozing a broken house.

The Grand Duke’s heart thought maliciously.

Need to get the spies planted in Jingyao moving.

(End of chapter)