CH 727

Chapter 727: The queen left

"Don't mess around, it's not like you at all," Robb broke out in a cold sweat.

"I'm not messing around," the Queen brushed it off and resumed her cold expression, as if the normal woman she had just been a moment ago had never existed. She said with a straight face, "What kind of man are you? I've already acted cute, and you still won't give me some good stuff."

Robb responded irritably, "When a normal woman acts cute, it's real. Your acting cute is like a horror movie. How effective can it be? Alright, stop messing around! I won't give you any of this connective tissue because your craftsmen don't understand it, and it would be wasted on them. They wouldn't be able to make anything decent with it. It's better if I make it myself and then give you some finished products."

"Huh?" The Queen was surprised, "You were planning on giving me some?"

"Exactly!" Robb said seriously, "Am I the kind of selfish person who wouldn't?"

"Yes, you are!"

"In that case, I won't give you any."

"You are the most generous person I've ever met. You are not selfish at all."

"Tell me, but if it's too difficult, I won't help."

"Come to Bright Road and take care of my palace and throne for me. Just for two months, no, maybe one month will do," the Queen said with utmost sincerity.

Robb's face twisted into an evil grin. "What do you want me to do? Sit on your throne while you sit on my lap? Although this request is a bit excessive, I am willing to reluctantly agree to it with the spirit of eating a small loss. But I can't guarantee that I can control my own hands."

The Queen obviously did not want to joke around at this moment, and her face was terrifyingly serious. "Stop talking nonsense. This is a serious request. You should know what I want to do. Joking around won't help. I'm just asking, will you help me?"

Robb sighed, "What kind of woman are you? Normally, in this kind of situation, shouldn't we flirt with each other a bit? How come you don't have any feminine charm?"

"In this situation, I don't feel like a woman," the Queen said. "Now I am an avenger, a queen, a leader. I have to be responsible for my kingdom and my people. Without a stable ruler, I cannot go out and fight fearlessly. However, if I don't go and fight the final battle against Mondra myself, I feel like something is missing."

She concluded, "I have to go! Therefore, I can only entrust Bright Road to you."

Robb pouted, "Aren't you afraid that when you come back, West Gran will be in my hands, and you will once again become a little exile girl, pitifully fleeing to the corner of the continent?"

"If you're going to treat me like that, I won't run away. I'll come back and die in front of you," the Queen said, biting her lip.

Robb applauded, "Now you're finally showing some cuteness."

"Hey, stop beating around the bush, I'll just ask one thing, will you help me with this favor?"

"Ah!" Robb actually felt a little sorry for her and sighed, "Go ahead! I'll watch it for you."

The Queen was overjoyed, "Really? You agreed?"

"Mm! I promised." Robb said, "However, I don't have to sit on your throne. I'll sit on my own chair in Westwind City. If there are any difficulties on Bright, just let the necromancer in charge of guarding come to me through the portal, and I'll go help."

The Queen looked deeply into Robb's eyes, not saying anything unnecessary, because since the man had agreed, there was no need to confirm it again and again, nor was there any need to doubt whether he could do it.