I Have a Crusader Kings Idea

"Big Bob?"

The Kang Family father and son were both taken aback, looking at the ambassador with expressions of surprise, as if to say, "So you're also a Doctor."

They quickly realized what was happening.

It's that Big Bob.

The father of Little Bob Buruo, who planned and carried out the Comora War, kidnapped Kang Jinzhu, and attempted to excavate the royal tombs, and was controlled by Tacitus.

The recent conflict in Comora, the France government's predicament, and even Kang De's global fame and the shockwaves from the five permanent members of the UN Security Council—all of this stems from the actions of this "Big Bob."

This veteran mercenary's actions were extremely bizarre.

First, they fooled the France government, and then they deceived the King of Gambia, thus deceiving both sides. They tricked the France government into being their backer and Gambia into being the scapegoat, and together they launched the invasion of Comora.

The problem is that Big Bob controls several of Comora's key industries. This mercenary king is essentially the invisible supreme ruler of Comora. By doing this, he is essentially fighting against himself.

His aim was to drive out Chakat II and gain complete control of the entire Comora territory, as this was the only way to successfully excavate the royal tombs near Moyani, which he needed.

The bait used to lure the France government was the artifacts found in the tomb.

Big Bob had been secretly controlling Comora for many years, meticulously planning and plotting. Finally, he found clues, traces, and evidence. He told the France government that there was something extraordinary there. In order to seize the initiative in the upcoming major changes and monopolize the ancient heritage, the France government hastily took the bait.

After all, the evidence, clues, and even physical evidence provided by Big Bob were all genuine and enough to convince the France government. The cunning King of Mercenaries had only hidden the most crucial part—he not only knew that there was a powerful ancient legacy in the tombs of the kings in Comora, but he also knew what it was!

That is something that humankind has dreamed of throughout history.

It was also the only hope for the aging, wounded Big Bob to be reborn.

Immortality.

For this elusive and eternal pursuit, even the most brilliant and ambitious monarchs become as humble as ants, and the most cunning and treacherous merchants become as foolish as pigs. Perhaps only in the face of death will those who have achieved greatness, empowered by power and wealth and worshipped by the masses, shed their glamorous facades and reveal their true nature as mortals.

Or, shed the mask of hypocrisy and expose the true nature of a beast.

Just like Big Bob.

To prevent death from coming, to reverse the ship of life sliding towards the abyss, he could trample on all laws of the world, despise all morality, and easily destroy all his life's work, leaving no room for compromise. Therefore, he devoted everything to planning this scheme.

It was his submissiveness and loyalty, maintained since his debut, that made the France lower their guard. After all, in the eyes of the arrogant Gauls, he was a loyal stray dog. So they allowed this mercenary king, who had launched countless coups in Africa, to spend his later years in Paris without even having to serve a single day in jail.

But the France forgot one thing.

Wild dogs are wolves.

What does loyalty matter in the face of the dream of immortality?

So Big Bob launched his plan with all his might. After the France fell into the trap and Gambia was fooled, the war broke out like an avalanche. All the pieces and arrangements he had made in Comora were put into action in one fell swoop. His warhounds swept across the entire territory of Comora in an instant. He stabilized the France in the rear, while as an extension of his will and bloodline, his proud offspring, Little Bob, never stopped for a moment.

Conquer Comora, hunt down the king, excavate the ruins of the kings, obtain what is in the ruins as quickly as possible, then carry out a massacre to shock the world, hold off the France, and in the time gained, quickly counterattack Gambia, excavate another tomb of kings in Gambia, combine the two, and obtain the secret of immortality.

The plan was going very smoothly, and the France government was as slow and incompetent as expected, but the cunning Big Bob ultimately miscalculated.

--It's not just the France government that's intellectually deficient, but also the citizens of the Fifth Republic of Fr*nce.

Excavating ruins is a technical job, but the blasting and excavation experts recruited earlier were suddenly called upon by the spirits of the Thermidorians from two or three hundred years ago the day before they arrived in Comora by special plane. They bravely donned yellow robes and, together with their beloved compatriots, launched a peaceful action to occupy the Arc de Triomphe and express their democratic demands to the weak, foolish, and greedy France government.

His fate was predictable: he was suppressed by riot batons of freedom and tear gas of democracy, and Bastille of the new era for obstructing the France government's discussion of democracy and freedom.

Big Bob was stunned by this ridiculous setback. He dared not use his connections in the government to help get people out of trouble, lest the news leak out. With the grand plan pressing, he had no choice but to look for a replacement in Comora, and the only option was the China.

Only China companies that come here and build things like crazy have this kind of technical capability and professional expertise.

Found them, all went smoothly. Bob and his son added a China element to their plan. The planned massacre in Moyani might not have been impactful enough, but involving the China made it much more effective.

After a minor hiccup, the plan proceeded smoothly. Technical experts from China helped excavate artifacts from the tomb of the Comora, and next up was Gambia.

That's how it was supposed to be.

But Big Bob didn't anticipate the second thing: the technical expert they randomly picked from a local China company had a son who had recently traveled to another world and returned.

Moreover, this son is quite the social butterfly.

So Kang De arrived, the Captain China single-handedly took on the Comora, and Little Bob and the combined forces of Gambia suffered a devastating defeat, but an even greater danger was already looming.

The artifacts unearthed from the tombs of the kings possessed their own will, bewitching and controlling Little Bob, leading to the premature massacre of civilians in Moyani, and even taking control of the France special task force stationed in Comora, causing the France to participate in the attacks on Comora civilians. This caused quite a stir, not only ruining Big Bob's entire plan, but also putting the France government in an even more passive position.

In the end, Kang De quelled everything, killed Little Bob, annihilated the ancient undead, and obtained the artifact Tacitus. Before his death, Little Bob sent a message to his father and the France government, which triggered a devastating air raid by France and the United States on the western airport, but in doing so, it provided Kang De with the decisive weapon.

Of course, that's a story from another world.

In the end, Little Bob kidnapped Kang De's father, forcing Kang De to fight on two fronts and run a bloody battle, pushing his psychological and physical stress to the limit, a complete life-or-death feud.

The kind of hatred that even being torn to pieces wouldn't be enough.

But all the hardships had a happy ending. Danfeng Lucerne was saved, her father was saved, and everyone she wanted to protect survived. The fatigue, pain, and confusion accumulated during the war were also relieved by the comfort of her loved ones, the gratitude of everyone, and Tina's breasts, legs, face, and hips.

Kang De's mind had completely calmed down, and he was no longer as agitated and violent as he had been a week earlier.

So much so that when he returned to Earth, he didn't immediately go after Little Bob's entire family. After all, the murderous intent and ferocity had long since dissipated. After all, it was still a time of peace and prosperity. Wasn't Xiaoman's smile adorable? Weren't Tina's perks tempting? Wasn't being a global hero easy? Wasn't the title of chief exciting?

As for Big Bob?

To be fair, this is the only point on which he trusts Westerners so much.

This Big Bob tricked the France government, making the Gallic Rooster so embarrassed. Given the temperament of old-fashioned imperialism, they should have been filled with asphalt and sunk into the Seine long ago.

Of course, there was no need for Grandpa Kang De to do it himself.

Unexpectedly, the France government betrayed his trust.

This is extremely disappointing.

"Yes, the France came up empty-handed. Big Bob disappeared as fast as he could when he heard things were going wrong. The France have been searching for him for days, but they can't find him."

The ambassador said, "They thought Big Bob was hiding away, preparing to die in anonymity. Who knew he would sneak back into Africa right under the France noses? He'd spent his whole life working in Africa, building countless connections and old allies, and yet he still managed to reach Gambia..."

Kang De exchanged a glance with his father and said, "Something's happened?"

The ambassador didn't answer directly, but instead shook his phone. "Do you know what just happened? The France have come looking for our country again."

"Tsk."

That wasn't just a problem, it was a major problem that the France couldn't cover up.

Kang De asked, "What's the situation?"

The ambassador shook his head and said, "The higher-ups are in contact, but the France are being hesitant. Perhaps the negotiators have limited information. The idea from back home is to let me inform you so you can be mentally prepared."

Kang De pondered for a moment and said, "Let me prepare myself... that Big Bob opened the tomb of King Gambia?"

Meeting the ambassador's questioning gaze, Kang De shrugged and said, "Giving me time to prepare mentally means preparing for battle. Big Bob is an anti-humanitarian. Dealing with him is easily accomplished with the righteous air force of the American Empire France. Why would they need me to take action? Unless, this time, it's an enemy that conventional forces can't handle."

He stood up, a mocking look on his face.

"I suspect the France probably already knew Big Bob's whereabouts, but they couldn't resist their greed and wanted to take Big Bob and all the ancient artifacts from the tombs of the Kings of Gambia. They followed Big Bob all the way to Gambia, hoping to outmaneuver him."

"As a result, the mantis was suddenly Fallout and transformed into a giant mantis in the Mojave Wasteland. It not only killed the oriole sent by the France government, but also stirred up trouble in Gambia. If it is not stopped, the world will soon know that a terrifying giant mantis exists. At that time, public opinion will be in turmoil, the amusement will be even greater, and things will become completely out of control—and distant water cannot quench immediate thirst, so they can only ask me to step in?"

He looked at the ambassador with a smile, "Do you think my guess makes sense?"

The ambassador thought for a moment, "It is indeed something they are capable of doing... but this is just speculation."

Kang De gestured towards the outside, saying, "The King takes even longer on the phone than you do. Everyone knows Comora's international standing; it couldn't possibly be the France President calling him. The detailed intelligence he's receiving right now is probably only from within Comora itself. If I'm not mistaken, it's likely news coming from the border between Comora and Gambia..."

The words had barely left his mouth when footsteps sounded, and the king burst through the door, shouting, "Kang De! Many Gambia are fleeing towards Comora from the border! I hear something terrible has happened there!"

"... What exactly happened?"

The king swallowed hard and said, "Locust plague... The refugees said that a terrible locust plague had struck Gambia, and the elders of their tribe said that only the Eagle God could protect them, so they fled here!"

Kang De frowned and asked, "Locust plague?"

"Yes, that's what they said, but there's no evidence. They just heard that a locust plague broke out in the capital and was spreading here, so they ran away..."

The king was still somewhat confused. "It shouldn't be like this at this time of year. We haven't heard any related news, and there hasn't been much rainfall..."

He didn't know about Big Bob yet, because the France were too lazy to tell him.

Of course, no one would associate such a thing with supernatural powers.

Kang De gestured to his father to have the Jingzhu explain to the king, while he said to the ambassador, "You see, although there are no eyewitnesses, the Gambia are already making baseless accusations. You'd better urge your superiors to have the France come kneeling down and agree on the terms. I'll see what else I can do."

Taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

The ambassador almost burst out laughing.

Taking advantage of France's misfortune isn't called taking advantage of its misfortune; it's called a righteous betrayal of Asia, Africa, and Latin America.

"Conditions?" he asked. "What conditions?"

Kang De glanced at the King: "I have an idea about the kingdom's future... namely, whether His Majesty Chakat II has a legal right to succeed to the throne of Gambia."

Then, he revealed a cunning yet sly smile, "If not, I'll think of something else."

--Although I don't know what this young man is talking about, it sounds really scary.

"In short, Mr. Ambassador, tell the France to get ready quickly. Also, I need intelligence, a constant stream of intelligence—what exactly happened, what the France are doing, and information on Big Bob, the royal tombs, everything." Kang De frowned. "At the very least, we need to figure out what this so-called locust plague is all about."

The ambassador nodded and continued his negotiations with his family. Meanwhile, Kang Jinzhu, pulling the king aside, briefly explained what had happened. The king was initially shocked, then sighed. Seeing Kang De looking over, he shook his head and said, "The legacy of the kings, the gifts of our ancestors... have become a curse that torments our descendants."

Comora and Gambia both suffered similar fates.

If we can't protect what our ancestors left us, it will be stolen. What else is there to say?

Kang De said, "It's no use talking about this now. Let's prepare for defensive operations. The intelligence is unclear right now. The only thing that can help us is probably the classics and records passed down from your ancestors. Do you have any recollection of what this locust plague is all about? Are there any ancient books that record it?"

The king was deep in thought, but before he could speak, the ambassador's solemn voice rang out.

"Kang De, look at this photo. I don't think this is a locust plague." He sat down at the computer, looked up, and said, "I don't know what kind of locusts can eat reinforced concrete, cement, or even cars."

￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥

PS1: Deleted, as expected.