I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 93 Pine Resin and Animal Oil

"According to regulations, pastors cannot be changed arbitrarily. However, some pastors have indeed made great contributions, so their positions may be promoted."

Hearing the saintess's words, Li Mosi nodded.

Some goblins possess magical abilities.

Cutting off promotion opportunities is indeed unrealistic.

"but……"

The saintess then changed the subject.

"Using griffins to carry more people would be problematic. Griffins have a limited weight capacity, and increasing the weight would easily cause them to crash. Unless..."

Zi'an asked anxiously, "Unless?"

Why does this woman always only say half of what she means?

"Unless one of the people riding the griffin is a mage who can use speed magic or flight magic."

The saintess shook her head in denial as she shared her guess.

"Such an important punishment should be announced by the saints stationed in the cathedral, but the people of the Holy Burning Cathedral City do not have any saints who can use magic."

Such a verdict should theoretically be invalid.

That means it doesn't follow the proper procedures.

Li Mosi understood what she meant.

He asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Ugh."

Haki sighed.

"I feel like something's not right, but I still can't figure out what it is."

Li Mosi glanced at her.

Are you Zhuge Nailong?

"If you haven't figured it out yet, then take your time to think about it."

He said it casually, glancing at his two disciples.

"I need to confirm a few things first. You two, memorize the first paragraph of the Thousand Character Classic."

He pulled out the roll of paper that recorded the station's gains and the intelligence revealed by the prisoners.

Zi Yi asked in confusion, "Confirm what?"

My teacher did indeed say at the beginning that we need to see if the conditions are suitable.

He was curious.

Zi'an scratched his ear: "What's a back?"

"Pfft—hahahahaha! Hehehahahaha."

The saintess laughed again, as if she had been tickled.

However, this time she tried to hold back her laughter halfway through, but soon couldn't hold it in anymore.

Zi'an jumped up: "I haven't studied writing!"

boom.

Li Moss slapped Haki Saint on the back, and she stopped immediately.

Are you trying to bully out-of-school children here?

Seeing that Hagi Saint had indeed stopped, he spread the paper out on the ground: "It's about memorizing the text so that you can recite its contents even without looking at it."

It sounds alright?

Zi'an felt that he still remembered what his late master had said a few days ago.

She nodded vigorously: "Yes, Master."

Li Mosi nodded in response, then looked at Zi Yi: "Let me see how much pine resin and animal oil we can get now."

Ziyi looked at Zian with the same blank expression as before: "What is pine resin?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

Bang!

"Cough cough cough. Why are you being so rough, you bear!"

This time it was taken by Zi'an.

Her movements were exactly the same as Li Mosi's.

Zi Yi's furrowed brows relaxed: "I've never heard of that word before."

Li Moss said, "It's those transparent fragments that condense on pine trees. I'll show you a piece and you'll see."

He walked to the felled tree stump and casually scraped it with a knife.

A layer of solidified pine resin had accumulated on the knife.

Li Moss found another piece of bark and peeled it off.

He showed both to Ziyi: "This is pine resin."

"I know that," Ziyi said, looking at the pine resin. "If you throw it in a fire, it will burn a lot, but that's not what we call it."

Li Moss was not surprised by this.

This is the local language.

Let alone pine trees and resin, there's no connection between roosters, hens and eggs, or even the words for small buckets, medium buckets and large buckets.

He told Zi Yi to have the idle goblins collect the materials.

After Zi Yi ran away, there was a squeak, and the goblins responded by gathering together and moving again.

They all went to collect pine resin.

Ziyi walked back, and Zian was already reading the first paragraph.

Li Mosi patted his shoulder: "Memorize it. Once you've memorized the first paragraph, I'll teach you the second one."

He walked to the mountain of meat, about 30% of which had been consumed, and carefully weighed the fat and lard inside with his hands.

It weighs approximately 400 kilograms.

Based on Li Mosi's cooking experience, the mixture of fatty meat and lard should have an overall oil yield of 70% to 80%.

Ultimately, this yields around 400 kilograms of oil.

Adding the five barrels from the spoils, the total weight is over 450 kilograms.

This would be enough to last through the entire winter.

But Li Moss intends to use it in battle.

That's right, he wanted to use fire.

Starting a wildfire now is definitely not worthwhile, but what if it were started during a battle?

If he burned the slave-catching team to death, he could run to their house and eat their food.

If he could burn the nobles alive, he could even spend the winter in their homes.

Whether it was slave-catching teams or nobles, they all participated in the slave trade. Anyone with a brain knows they must have become incredibly wealthy!

This is widely recognized as the most profitable industry!

As long as we win, a few hundred kilograms of oil are nothing.

But he had never actually lit a large fire in the dry autumn forest.

They still lack practical experience.

He could only continue to do what was safest, as always.

As Li Mosi was deep in thought, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Master, I've memorized the first paragraph!"

Oh, it's Zian.

Only she had hands and could pat his shoulder.

Li Mosi turned to look at her: "You carry it."

"The sky was a dark blue-black."

Zi'an murmured softly, trying to recall before beginning to recite.

"Heaven and earth are dark and yellow..."

He memorized very slowly, but still stuttered from time to time.

Even though her face turned red with anxiety several times along the way, she didn't actually stop!

Li Mosi listened and nodded.

As he listened, he raised his eyebrows.

Zi'an actually remembered it!

Although the pronunciation was somewhat deliberate and not fluent enough.

Although there are still occasional stumbles and things don't go smoothly.

But she actually memorized it all!

Does a mind untouched by knowledge really have some kind of advantage?

Li Mosi didn't know.

He nodded and said, "Good, you remember very well. But you really need to practice your pronunciation more, okay?"

"Okay!" Zi'an said excitedly, "Thank you, Master!"

Li Mosi glanced at the second batch of meat that was about to be roasted, then looked at the goblins collecting resin around the felled pine tree.

He finally looked at Ziyi.

It's already time to sleep.

I don't know if Ziyi has memorized it.

The answer is that they successfully memorized it.

In fact, although they were doing the work, the two of them were just supervisors of the supervisors and did not need to do the work themselves.

After the prisoners stopped causing trouble, they had plenty of time to review what they had learned.

They had already read it very well before Li Mosi asked them to memorize it.

"You all remember very well. I'll teach the second section tomorrow night."

As for now?

"Let me check how well you've learned addition and subtraction."

Li Mosi gave some simple questions.

If Ziyi encounters even the slightest setback, Zian, whose basic education is even worse, stumbles and stammers even more.

However, it was already very late.

Li Mosi stopped training.

sleep!

Only the goblin warriors on night watch and the goblins roasting meat take turns.

When Li Mosi woke up again, she saw a small pile of dried meat, only half the size it had been at its peak.

He directly ordered the goblins to wash the pot and fetch water, preparing to boil oil.

A bunch of newly acquired small pots are perfect for storing oil.

The prisoners are still responsible for cutting down trees today.

The goblins were doing their jobs: some were supervising the work, some were gathering firewood, some were training, and some were roasting meat.

Everyone has their own things to do.

Li Mosi also started a fire and threw the cleaned lard into the pot, cutting it into chunks.

As the temperature rises, the aroma of oil fills the air.

"Ugh~"

The saintess gagged as soon as she smelled it.