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Chapter 382 Battle of Honor
Desert Kingdom, capital.

The camel bells rang, and the caravan brought several secret letters and placed them in front of the Pharaoh.

Also placed in front of him were three very, very small bottles sent by the Black Widow.

The secret letter was a military intelligence report sent back by several top agents after observing the battlefield from several angles. The four top agents, James Bond, Ethan Hunt, Jason Bourne and Black Widow, all gave the report that "the strange weapons of the Restoration Army are almost invincible."

The Pharaoh frowned as he read through the three secret letters. "Invincible?... Well... Well, we can give up the idea of ​​attacking the Magic Kingdom. Even the four knights of Ugumantai were dealt with so easily. We can't possibly fight better than the Blackhearted Mage."

The Desert Kingdom’s human and material resources are not as abundant as Ugumantai’s. They cannot even defeat Ugumantai in a head-on battle, so how can they have the qualifications to challenge the Queen?

It seems that there is only one strategy to be adopted in the future, and that is to continue to defend our own desert, take advantage of the characteristics of the desert that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and protect our own oasis and everything will be fine.

Just as he was thinking about this, he turned to the last secret letter, which was sent by Agent Johnny English. It said that he was attacked by a horrible monster in the West Wasteland Town controlled by the Queen. He was seriously injured and was undergoing treatment.

He had done his best to kill a monster, and now he was sending the monster's body back...

A small wooden box was attached to the secret letter.

Everyone was thinking: Is the body of the horrible monster inside this box?

Pharaoh carefully opened the box and took a closer look.

Everyone: "!!!"

"It's a bee! Damn Johnny, he's playing tricks on us."

"When he comes back, punish him by making him clean the toilet."

Everyone cursed and then turned their attention to the three small bottles sent back by Black Widow. These three bottles were very small, about the size of the last knuckle of a little finger.

Two of the bottles contained a little bit of liquid, really just a little bit, not even enough to moisten your tongue. The last bottle contained a small piece of black gel-like substance.

Pharaoh: "What do these three bottles contain?"

Atayi said: "The three bottles contain diesel, gasoline, and asphalt respectively. According to the Black Widow, these three things are all extracted from black oil... The queen's husband Zhang Jingyi took out a small amount of samples and gave them to several alchemists, asking them to compare the samples and extract these three things from the black oil."

When the Pharaoh heard this, his eyes lit up: "So, these three things are the key to our use of black oil to get rich?"

"Yes!" Atayi pointed at diesel and gasoline and said, "According to the Black Widow's report, these two oils can make something called an 'internal combustion engine' work and output powerful power. The strange big iron car used by the Restoration Army uses this thing as the power core. It is really hard to imagine that it can make such a big iron car gallop on the battlefield. The power can almost be described as unparalleled in the world."

The Pharaoh was overjoyed: "So that's how it is! So with black oil, we can start a big iron car like that. No wonder Zhang Jingyi said that we can get rich if we have black oil. Haha, isn't this equivalent to holding a weapon of war?" Atayi said: "But the Black Widow also said that Zhang Jingyi believes that with the manpower and material resources of our Desert Kingdom, even if we have black oil, our strength is very limited. In the future, we won't be able to use so much black oil ourselves, and we can only export it. That's why he is not afraid of us stealing this technology."

Pharaoh frowned again... Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt that Zhang Jingyi's prediction was very reliable. The desert kingdom was weak, and the lack of food restricted the population growth. Even if they made a big iron car with black oil, so what? The number of troops was too small, what could they do?
Let’s not talk about the enemy’s regular army, let’s just talk about the Holy See of Light. If there were 10,000 or 20,000 fanatical suicide bombers, the Desert Kingdom wouldn’t know what to do to stop them. It’s scary just looking at it.

Atayi: "Your Majesty, I am a businessman. My opinion may be a little biased, but it is good to share it for your reference."

Pharaoh: "You say!"

Atayi said: "Our national strength cannot sustain the war against the neighboring big countries. This has been proven many times in the history of nearly a thousand years. No matter how we fight, we can't get out of the desert and occupy the fertile land. Now that we have black oil, why should we think about fighting? We rely on the natural defense of the desert to protect our black oil production area and transform ourselves into a commercial country. We can make money by selling black oil. With the money, we can buy food. Why should we go to the fertile land to farm?"

The desert nobles present were all thinking after hearing this. This is indeed the thinking of a businessman! A businessman wants to exchange everything through business, but... after careful consideration, it seems that this is the only way at this stage.

The Pharaoh coughed lightly and spoke: "This time, I think what Atayi said is very reasonable. History has proven that we can't win. Whether it's the number of troops or the military rations, we don't have enough. We may win a short-term surprise war, but once the time and space of the war begin, we will be no match for the Knight Kingdom in the north and the Magic Kingdom in the south. In the end, we will always retreat back to the desert in disgrace."

"The desert is our best barrier. We should use it to protect our black oil, and then complete the transformation through business."

The Pharaoh carefully picked up the three small bottles on the table. "There are three alchemists in the Magic Kingdom studying this right now? Is that right?"

Atayi: “Yes!”

Pharaoh: "I want all the alchemists in the Desert Kingdom. Listen carefully, I mean all of them! All of them, come to the capital, and study this. Whoever succeeds first will be made a duke! He will be given an oasis as his fiefdom."

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of several nobles in the room turned red.

Confer the title of Duke!

Enjoy the oasis!
The Duke is in a high position of power and needs no explanation.

What does it mean to enjoy an oasis?

In the desert, oasis is the most precious treasure.

If you can own an oasis, your descendants and generations to come will never have to worry about their lives.

The nobles hurried home, found all the alchemists in their families, lined them up, and gave them a solemn lecture: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for our family to make a name for themselves. The future of the family depends on you. Go, show off all the alchemy you have learned throughout your life! This is a battle of honor. Whoever becomes the duke and gets the oasis will be the head of the family, and the whole family will follow your lead from now on."

(End of this chapter)