I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 28 Testing

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The saintess was absolutely certain that this was impossible.

A born saint can demonstrate things that ordinary people cannot do as soon as he speaks.

She remembered that, according to the papal calendar, the last born saint appeared a thousand years ago.

The name of that born saint, who was given the title "Saint of Breaking the Solid" was something like—Viss.

In short, he drew a blueprint as soon as he could speak.

At first, no one understood the meaning of the blueprint.

The child who wasted parchment naturally got a beating.

Even though Weiss was the son of a baron, this was no exception.

Not to mention that the parchment-making process at that time was not very advanced, making it very valuable.

But when Weiss was young, he built the world's first cannon according to those blueprints!

In addition, Weiss invented carved stone balls as "cannonballs," gunpowder as "fuel," and even small tools such as brushes and a whole set of processes.

Ultimately, with the bronze cannon invented by Weiss, which used carved stone balls designed by Weiss as projectiles and gunpowder invented by Weiss as fuel, he single-handedly gave mortals the ability to launch fireballs!

The saintess trembled at the thought of the power displayed by the demonstration cannons within the Papacy.

Its power and range are no less than, and no less than, that of the fireball spell!

Later, Weiss raised a large army, defeated the surrounding nobles and seized their territories, and continued to train more troops and manufacture more cannons...

Eventually, they even formed a kingdom!

For some reason, the Pope at the time only needed one meeting to influence and subdue Vis, making him the "Saint of Destruction" of the Papacy, and his army was reorganized into the "Expeditionary Mining Corps".

To this day, this enormous force continues to operate beyond the ocean, bringing back various highly valuable minerals every year.

Fortunately, the Papacy incorporated and banned artillery; otherwise, all the nobles' fortresses would have been rendered useless.

It was this history that made the saintess make up her mind.

She must find this born saint!

It just seems a bit strange now.

How could a born saint be merely a manor craftsman?

It should be understood that a born saint, no matter what, will always be able to change the situation.

The saintess scrutinized Li Mosi with her large eyes.

At this age, if it weren't for him.

She asked, "Did your children teach you these things?"

"?"

Li Mosi was completely bewildered.

My child is teaching me?

This is utterly upside down!

Whose family is so talented? They must have been born with that ability.

He asked, "Do you think I have children?"

The saint nodded readily: "A craftswoman of your age is ready."

"..."

Li Mosi paused for a moment.

According to the original owner's memories, he is currently around thirteen years old.

In this day and age, he might not have children, but he would definitely have a wife.

However, the original owner was so engrossed in the craft that he had no time to search.

His father also felt that the family was well-off and there was no worry about not being able to find a job.

The father and son simply let the matter drop.

Who knew the result would be unexpected...

After processing this memory, Li Mosi could only shake her head: "I didn't."

He saw the saintess's brow furrow.

Clearly, she was not satisfied with the answer.

Li Moss had no idea what Hagi Saint was thinking, so he sat down and continued making the spear thrower.

If she tries to shout to attract enemies, he can turn around and punch her to interrupt.

The saintess watched him make the product, pondering its contents.

After a while, he asked again, "What about that sacred pictographic writing you mentioned earlier? Who taught you that?"

The tool making is easy to teach.

But written language is not so easy to teach.

She decided to use this as a breakthrough point.

With her back to the saintess, Li Mosi frowned.

What's this guy up to?

Whether it's simplified Chinese characters or the three tools, the common point is that they are not in the original owner's memories.

They even asked if his child had taught him.

Is she looking for someone?

And he should be a very young person.

She didn't even want to consider the original owner's father.

"Don't ask that question, whoever asks it will die."

Li Moss gave a vague answer and then changed the subject.

"Tell me about yourself, you haven't taken your clothes off for two days, don't you need to go to the bathroom?"

"I am a saint! I have divine blessings fixed upon my body! I do not need ordinary washing and excretion to keep my body clean inside and out!"

As it turned out, he was very successful.

Upon hearing the first sentence, the saintess opened her eyes wide, as if she wanted to say something.

But upon hearing the second sentence, she instinctively and excitedly retorted.

It went so smoothly, as if she had some kind of stress disorder related to it.

Fortunately, her voice wasn't very loud, and there weren't many animals around.

It shouldn't cause any impact in the forest, leading the slave-catching team to follow the animals' reactions.

But Li Mosi didn't care about any of that.

"You're too noisy."

He simply stuffed the saintess's mouth with vines.

Once her mouth was gagged again, the saintess initially continued to make muffled noises.

But Li Moss had already used a gentler approach.

He's going to resort to violence now.

Clang, clang.

Li Mosi tapped the saintess's head twice with her knuckles, quickly calming her down.

He continued making weapons.

The sun gradually sets in the west.

As dusk fell, the day came to an end.

"Master, I've brought a goblin party!"

Zi Yi's voice rang out from not far away, and Li Mosi stopped slicing oak with her dagger.

He looked up at the sky and realized that it was already evening.

Looking back, he realized that he had just entered a state of flow.

Simply put, it means to devote yourself wholeheartedly to the task at hand.

He looked around and realized that he had made twelve spear throwers, twelve ponchos, and twelve practice spears.

Even the rough drafts of exquisite wooden spears made from thick branches numbered seven and a half.

What he was currently shaving was half a piece.

If the spikes are removed from these rough drafts, then after further shaping, baking, and polishing, they can be given to nobles to train soldiers with practice spears.

Of course, these things are only short spears in size.

If you give a human-sized spear to a goblin, then it's considered a long spear.

Li Mosi put down the half-finished piece she was holding, and as she stood up, she wiped the dust off her hands with her apron.

Snap, snap.

"Hmm?"

The saintess, who had fallen asleep at some point, was awakened by the two slapping sounds.

Li Mosi glanced back at the Holy Maiden, then looked in Zi Yi's direction.

Zi Yi and the old goblin brought 20 goblins.

They huddled behind Zi Yi and the old goblin, with Zi Yi at the head.

Li Mosi nodded and pointed to the tools neatly arranged on the ground, saying, "Twelve spear throwers, training spears, and pontoons have been made; enough for a while."

Zi Yi was very happy to see the new weapons scattered all over the ground.

"Thank you, Master!"

The old goblin stared blankly at the new weapon on the ground, then nodded after a while.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master."

Li Mosi didn't say much: "Distribute the weapons. Just follow your usual management methods."

He discovered it last night when he was dealing with the giant wolf.

Ziyi's tribe also has its own weapon management system.

There's no need to worry too much for now.

"Yes, Master."

Zi Yi readily agreed and waved to his underlings.

"Come here, take your new weapon!"