I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 302 Zimo

Mercer quickly explained his background in a few words.

However, he neither mentioned his own surname nor introduced the location of the Kingdom of Molinar.

They didn't even mention how their family line ended.

This left Li Mosi and Zi Yizi An completely bewildered.

They only understood one thing.

Mercer was originally the son of a merchant family. After his family went bankrupt, he became a slave and was brought here by a caravan a few years ago to pay off debts.

Ziyi and Zian felt that everything made sense now.

So he really wasn't from here!

But Li Mosi didn't think so.

He felt something was off.

Let's set aside the part about Moser's hidden background.

What exactly do merchants need to trade to put slaves here as collateral for their debts?

According to the original owner's memories, if they wanted to trade with caravans for some daily necessities that were not available locally, they had to first exchange a large amount of grain, which was clearly beyond their value, for silver or copper coins from the lord before they could trade with the caravans.

Only a few relatively wealthy artisans were able to barter.

For example, the wool yarn and fabric spun by shepherds.

Or blacksmiths might repair or make things for caravans, and wheelwrights might repair vehicles for caravans, exchanging their skills for goods.

If even craftsmen are like this, one can only imagine how it is for ordinary people.

They were basically excluded from the caravan's trading targets.

The caravans simply did not accept locally produced grains or other readily available goods.

As for the caravan's main trading targets, they were the local noble lords...

This remote place doesn't have any special products; it should be a slave-exporting area.

Baron Stern and the priests don't get along, so they can't sell the slaves.

Moreover, Mercer was treated as an ordinary slave.

Didn't the caravan know he was very clever?

He had just thought of this question when Hagi Saint interrupted impatiently.

"Then why were you treated like a regular slave?"

Such clever fellows are usually assigned to work under tax collectors or stewards, serving as the lord's eyes and ears to keep an eye on the situation within the territory!

Moreover, their value is much higher than that of ordinary slaves!

In her memory, unless one became a heretic and was punished by the Church, a noble bloodline could be rewarded, elevated in status, and ultimately restore the family's glory, even if one was a slave.

There were so many examples like this that she didn't know which one to mention.

Zi Yi and Zi An glanced at Hagi Saint, then looked at Mercer.

They were also somewhat curious.

Mercer continued to speak while still bowing.

"The caravan that bought me was ambushed by bandits. When I escaped, I got separated from them and never saw them again. Later, because of hunger, I sold myself to another caravan. I later realized that if I was too smart, it would cause resentment among others."

"When I was sold to the next caravan, I planned to hide and observe before deciding whether to reveal my story."

"As a result, the caravan was robbed by mercenaries on the way here, and it cost some silver coins to get through. The remaining money wasn't enough to exchange for honey from Baron Stern's territory, so I was left here as a prisoner."

He only talks about the key points, so he skips a lot of information in the middle.

For example, what are the consequences of being too smart causing dissatisfaction?

However, based on his later experiences, Li Mosi could guess some of the reasons.

Li Mosi looked the young man up and down; he was about the same age as the original owner of this body.

Despite his young age, he has a wealth of experience.

"Then after you come here, Mom—"

Before Hagi Saint could say anything more, Li Mosi pinched her mouth shut.

There's no need to ask this kind of question.

The two disciples glanced at Hagi Saint, then turned their gaze back to Mercer.

Li Mosi also looked at Moser.

"You are indeed very smart. So, what are your plans next?"

What's next?

Mercer thought for a moment.

Snapped--

Under the watchful eyes of the three masters and disciples, he knelt down.

bang bang bang-

Mercer kowtowed three times, his forehead slamming against the wooden floor with a loud thud.

The noise was so loud that it silenced many of the snoring sounds around them.

"Master! Please let me become your apprentice!"

Since the lord said he wouldn't accept new apprentices, he had no choice but to give it a try!

Since my late teacher could say those things...

Perhaps he still has a chance!

Ziyi and Zian's eyes widened in surprise.

Good guy.

They actually want to be on equal footing with them!

The two of them instinctively looked at Li Mosi.

Only our late master can decide this matter.

[Human Mercer wishes to become your disciple. Please guide him through the apprenticeship ceremony to establish a master-disciple relationship!]

Seeing the notification that she hadn't seen in a long time, Li Mosi realized that the young man in front of her was sincere.

Fortunately, he doesn't have any human disciples yet.

Although it's easy to imagine how difficult it would be to lead humanity to a qualitative leap in civilization, we now have such a large human territory, and both the new race and the existing inhabitants are human.

This is something that needs to be done no matter what.

Not to mention that Mercer is quite clever.

He had absolutely no reason to refuse.

After thinking it through, Li Mosi nodded gently.

"I agree."

Hearing his agreement, Mercer looked up with some surprise.

"I agree."

Hearing his agreement, Mercer looked up with some surprise.

He glanced at Li Mosi, then kowtowed again.

bang bang bang-

"Thank you, Master!"

"But you're not going to be an apprentice."

Li Mosi's words stunned Moser.

He looked up, his face showing confusion.

Li Mosi corrected him directly.

"You must act as a 'disciple'."

"disciple?"

Mercer awkwardly repeated the unfamiliar word.

Li Moss began to explain.

"As my late master said, the relationship between a master and his disciple is like that of a father and child; from now on, they are family. It's a different relationship from that between a mentor and his apprentice, understand?"

He does not accept apprentices.

That kind of purely contractual relationship is too weak and is not recognized by the system.

If Mercer only wants to be an apprentice, then he can be handed over to Zi Yi or Zi An.

Mercer was still in a daze.

This isn't a city, is it?

Why are there gangs?

After joining, the relationship between mentor and apprentice became closer to that of father and son; he had only heard that it was like that in gangs!

Do not……

Mentors in a gang are still mentors, and apprentices are still apprentices.

Those people will simply recognize a common saint as their father.

For example, he heard that gangs of thieves worshipped Saint Mattis as their father.

But his master was standing right in front of him.

do not care!

"I understand! Master! Please let me be your disciple!"

bump--

Mercer kowtowed again.

Li Mosi has already explained the situation, so there's nothing more to fuss about.

"Mose, as your former teacher, I will give you a new name. Coincidentally, the first syllable of your name is 'Mo.' In Chinese, 'Mo' refers to writing, and it can also be used to indicate that a person is intelligent and knowledgeable."

"I will call you 'Zi Mo,' which means 'my disciple Mo.'"

As she spoke, Li Mosi wrote down the two characters "Zi Mo" and showed them to everyone in the room.

Although there was no firelight, he wrote those two characters large enough that, thanks to the contrast between the black and white paper, even Moser could barely make them out.

This character...

So complicated.