I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 277 It's That Simple

Zi'an and his thirteen disciples turned to look at Mo Se.

Li Mosi, who was watching them from not far away, also looked over.

Hearing the sound stop, the saintess looked up and around, finally fixing her gaze on the group of people not far away.

When Mercer said his name, Zian was listening.

He remembered this guy.

He learned numbers faster than many others, but he didn't stand up for the exam.

She nodded gently.

"Please sit down."

This guy has already learned pinyin, even faster than the disciple she just took in who could only recite numbers and multiplication tables.

Due to the differences in their learning progress, she can only follow her teacher's advice and teach pinyin while using the Thousand Character Classic as an example so that everyone can learn something.

"Thank you, sir."

Mercer bowed and exchanged greetings.

His gestures were clean and crisp, his bend was at just the right angle, his back was very straight, and his expression was serious.

Seeing his posture, the thirteen disciples couldn't help but express their surprise.

They either slightly opened their mouths, widened their eyes, or frowned.

Zi'an also raised an eyebrow.

When the eight new disciples performed the hand-exchanging salute, they were merely mimicking the gesture; the people simply watched and were not led to imitate it.

But this slave didn't even imitate the posture, yet he's doing it quite well now.

That demeanor... no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like that of a slave.

popping.

Milo patted the empty seat next to him, gesturing for Mercer to sit down next to him.

Several people's eyes fell on him.

He looked at Zi'an and exchanged greetings with his hands clasped.

"Master, Mercer has always been the smartest slave. There were a few times when I almost miscalculated the tax, and he would remind me when he saw it."

If you're so smart, why didn't you come out for a test last time?

Facing the puzzled looks of the crowd, Mercer sat down next to Milo with a blank expression.

He spoke casually.

"I just happened to see it."

Whether it's coincidence or not, it has nothing to do with Zi'an.

She didn't care.

"Most of you haven't learned how to pronounce pinyin yet, so I'll teach you pinyin first, and while I'm at it, I'll also talk about the article of one thousand characters that we'll be learning later."

She briefly touched on the teaching content and then continued teaching according to the pinyin chart.

Sitting not far away, Li Mosi felt herself being bumped twice more.

He looked at Haki Saint with tired eyes.

Was this saint born in the Year of the Sheep?

So much about liking to bump into yourself...

However, the Holy Maiden was still looking at Zi'an and his group of people, and did not see Li Mosi's gaze.

Sensing that Li Mosi had turned around, she began to speak to herself.

"Hey, craftsman. Don't you think that slave is unusual?"

Oh my god, why didn't you say so earlier!

Li Mosi was stunned when she heard what she said.

Did you only realize it now?

What were you doing just now?

"What did you figure out?"

According to Milo, Mercer was always the smartest slave.

Clearly, Mercer might be a slave, but it's unlikely that Mercer was born a slave.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain it.

Why did he pull out the gold card as soon as he occupied the territory?

Is it open yet?

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing his words, the saintess turned to look at Li Mosi.

What do you see?

What can you tell from this?

She then looked at Mercer.

Mercer's clothes were quite tattered, with grime that had hardened into clumps. He was also very thin and not very tall.

However, there was a pair of worn-out leather boots to wear.

Aside from his demeanor, which is somewhat similar to that of a craftsman's child, he is far inferior in other aspects.

Only his posture just now revealed his extraordinary nature.

Li Mosi didn't beat around the bush with her.

"Mercer is so clever. The way he bowed just now was different from the other citizens. It looks like he's studied etiquette..."

He deliberately dragged out the sound.

Hagi Saint took the bait directly.

"Could he be a nobleman's illegitimate son? No, impossible..."

She denied it as soon as she finished speaking.

"Even the weakest illegitimate child of a nobleman should have an incomplete life seed. Even if he doesn't eat well, he shouldn't be this weak. He should be stronger than a blacksmith."

That strong?

Li Mosi felt she needed to confirm some things.

He looked at Hagi Saint.

"The seed of life can shatter? Does that mean your nobility is growing weaker?"

What are you saying!

The saintess suddenly turned to look at Li Mosi.

She frowned.

Is it possible that a child destined to inherit a title could become a complete... if granted a title in advance by the Papacy?

As she spoke, her eyes widened and her eyebrows rose again.

"You guys won't not use it, will you!"

Those weren't all nobles!

Hearing Hagi Saint's reply, Li Mosi felt slightly relieved.

It seems that nobles can be produced.

However, the technology is in the hands of the Vatican.

"You don't look very strong..."

Seeing Hagi Saint looking him up and down, a flash of inspiration struck Li Mosi.

He spoke with a half-smile.

"Are you familiar with the 'Omen of the Golden Knife'?"

Seeing his expression, the saintess tensed up slightly, and even her slumped posture straightened up a bit.

She shook her head.

Li Mosi continued speaking.

"In terms you can understand, this is a prophecy about a family with the surname 'Liu'..."

He explained the definition of the event and what happened afterward in a tone that suggested he was sharing some basic historical knowledge.

He explained the definition of the event and what happened afterward in a tone that suggested he was sharing some basic historical knowledge.

Li Mosi's gaze lingered on Hagi Saint's face.

He watched as those eyes widened and widened until they reached their limit, at which point Haki Saint opened his mouth again.

It looks like a cat being held by the scruff of its neck and having its belly rubbed.

After recounting the historical anecdotes, Li Mosi couldn't help but recall the genetic analysis results she had stumbled upon.

"Even though the descendants of Emperor Gaozu of Han no longer bore the surname Liu, he still managed to reclaim the empire and lead the nation to revival..."

As for the fact that Liu Jiasheng had too many children, he didn't say anything.

After all, he didn't come here to learn history from Haki Saint.

"A golden carp cannot be contained in a pond. It will transform into a dragon once an opportunity like a favorable wind or cloud arrives."

As soon as Li Mosi uttered the last word in the local language, he saw Haki Saint shudder.

The saintess's eyes were already glazed over.

"A dragon... grows from golden scales?"

What exactly is Jinlin?

It became.

Seeing that the topic had been led to this point, Li Mosi spoke up.

"What does the Silver Dragon look like?"

"that's all……"

The saintess gestured as she spoke.

"It is nearly a hundred paces long, and more than thirty paces wide even when its wings are not spread..."

"Dragons are all pretty much the same; they mainly look like this..."

"Those guys are always sleeping..."

"If any powerful animal or noble from outside the church invades, it will become enraged..."

"I rode a griffin and looked down from a very high place, and the dragon looked a bit like a very large winged lizard."

Through Hagi Saint's description, Li Moss learned about the appearance, condition, and behavior patterns of the Silver Dragon.

In terms of appearance alone, it's the giant dragon commonly seen in various fantasy works before the time travel.

To put it more simply, it's a giant lizard with wings.

When it came to his views on dragons, Hagi Saint slowly regained some clarity.

"Why did you tell me as soon as he asked?!"

It's clear that only those at the bishop level or above can know the exact appearance of the Silver Dragon!

No, I have to ask the craftsman about the seed of life...

"Craftsman, your..."

Li Mosi looked up at the sky and stood up.

"It's too late, everyone should go and get some rest."

Use a short story that you will tell your disciples sooner or later to confirm the appearance of the Silver Dragon.

To paraphrase Hajime, it's that simple.