I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 143 The Secret Formation of the Allied Forces

I thought they were going to capture slaves!

Why are you calling them a bunch of goblins?!

Baron Stern was puzzled, while Knight Mattica stood up excitedly.

"At a time like this, Baron, please refrain from joking."

His expression became visibly agitated.

"Sit down first."

Knight Valos grabbed him.

The Matica knight looked down and sat back down.

"What's your hurry?"

Baron Taliss wasn't angry; instead, he kept a straight face and continued speaking.

"Knight Valos captured one of those goblins. That goblin can communicate, and it can farm, and it farms better than the serfs."

Baron Stern also curled his lips into a smile.

"You mean, that goblin can farm?"

"Yes."

Knight Valos answered on behalf of Baron Talis.

"I personally captured that goblin from that group of goblins."

Baron Stern did not turn to look at him.

He and Baron Talis exchanged glances for a few seconds, then both revealed mysterious smiles.

The Matica knights couldn't stand the atmosphere anymore.

He looked at Knight Valos and asked, "Where are the goblins? How am I supposed to know you're telling the truth? And don't forget, we can't go inside the ruins! The Seed of Life will enrage the Silver Dragon!"

Although he had never seen the Silver Dragon in person.

But everyone knows that.

If the Silver Dragon gets angry, the Church will surely find out!

This Talis is probably trying to trick them into going in so he can use their territory to pay the church's fines!

"Look at you, always in such a hurry."

Baron Stern turned and told Knight Martina to calm down.

"Since Varos has already gone there, it means they know something."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Baron Talis again.

Am I right?

Baron Talis nodded with a mysterious smile: "Yes, a day's journey into the forest is safe. I've already verified that."

The matter is now settled.

All that remains are the details.

Baron Talis rose from behind his desk.

"I'll take you to see the goblins, and you'll know I'm telling the truth."

"etc."

Baron Stern raised his hand to stop him.

"When I arrived here today, I heard that your town's church got a new pastor?"

The old pastor didn't cause trouble, but what about this new pastor?

"Don't worry."

Baron Talis looked relaxed.

"That old man never cares about church affairs, and the new guy is a young man. Forget about his past records, he's too busy just managing the church!"

He didn't know what methods the old pastor used to get the griffin to take him back directly.

Normally, the handover between a new and an old pastor requires at least six months of working together.

During this period, the senior pastor helps the new pastor understand what has happened during his term.

In addition, it is also necessary to help the new pastor gain recognition from the community and learn about the local customs and culture.

But the old pastor rode off on the griffin.

I didn't do anything.

The new pastor had been in the church for some time and hadn't come out since.

He also went to see it a few times during weekends and Sundays.

Each time, the holes and stains in the church were reduced, and all the accumulated dust was wiped away.

Young people are still very motivated.

However, this progress is still far from enough to address the numerous stains and damages in the church.

Since Baron Taliss had said so, the others were naturally relieved.

The group left the main house and headed straight for the Valos Knights' Territory under the cover of night.

Even without their armor, Longma unleashed an incredible speed.

The moon hadn't sunk far before the group arrived at the main residence of Knight Valos.

Knight Valos led the way and soon brought them to the edge of the field.

He pointed forward with his riding crop: "That field was planted by the goblins."

The other four looked in the direction he pointed.

In the dim moonlight, a patch of plants that grew significantly better than the surrounding fields came into their view.

Ordinary people cannot see anything at night, and guards can only barely make out the outlines of things, but nobles can clearly see some details and colors of things.

That's a field of wheat seedlings!

It grows at least two fingers taller than the surrounding fields, and its leaves aren't even yellow!

It looks like it was grown on wasteland that had just been burned down!

Baron Stern raised an eyebrow: "I thought this was a patch of grass."

He spoke the mind of the Knights of Matica.

This made Mattica nod in agreement.

From a distance, he thought it was just a patch of weeds.

However, his doubts were not fully answered.

Looking around at the empty surroundings, Mattika asked again.

"Where are the goblins?"

He did see the fields.

But I didn't see any goblins.

Knight Valos then turned and pointed to the small earthen house on the south side of the main house.

"The goblin is locked in the slave quarters, and I'm trying to get it to reproduce. But it doesn't seem to want to."

So everyone took another look at the strong goblin.

"This guy is strong enough."

"They were not only strong, but they also ate less than the serfs."

While the strong goblin looked completely bewildered, several nobles rode away on horseback.

The Knight of Matica lowered his head in thought.

Baron Stern looked at Baron Taliss once again.

"Why don't you let your slave-catching team do this good thing?"

This doesn't seem like the greedy Talis family.

Although he had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, he wanted to satisfy his curiosity.

Baron Talis looked completely unconcerned.

"Those idiots didn't expect the goblins to set fire, and they greedily rushed in and got burned to death."

set fire?

Baron Stern frowned. "Are those goblins still there?"

"They're still here, even trying to build wooden walls."

Knight Valos spoke again.

"I just went to see it the evening before yesterday."

Baron Talis nodded: "It is precisely because they are still there that I am hosting this banquet for you."

Winter is almost here, the goblins can't possibly run away anymore.

The Knight of Matica, who had just been pondering, looked at the two barons: "I need three days. I need to report this to my uncle. Perhaps he can offer some assistance."

Everyone around knew that Knight Mattica's uncle was Viscount Evasen.

He naturally had to inform them of such an important matter.

Knight Kumo looked at Baron Talis.

"I also need three days."

Baron Stern nodded: "Then I'll go back and repair my equipment."

He hasn't participated in any serious battles in a long time; at most, he's just leading troops to assist in battle.

Now that he has a mountain of silver waiting for him to take, he naturally has to prepare well!

Baron Stern then asked the question that concerned him most: "How will it be divided?"

This is the most crucial issue.

Baron Talis had already made up his mind.

He said, "I want half; I need to deal with the church right now."

greedy.

Baron Stern was displeased, but Talis's reasoning was sound.

He was also the one who always gave.

Just as he was about to speak, the Knight of Matica interrupted.

"I need the other half. I'm sure my uncle will agree to our actions."

With the viscount's endorsement, the significance of this operation could be completely different!

"Okay, okay."

Baron Stern made a helpless expression.

"Then it's settled."

He didn't care.

In the end, it will all come down to who has the best skills.

Baron Talis was very pleased.

Thus, a coalition of local nobles, bypassing the feudal lords, was formed.

"The banquet isn't over yet."

He meticulously prepared this banquet; how could he not enjoy it?

The group rode back.

Upon returning to Talis Town, Baron Stern and Knight Matica dismounted first and entered Baron Talis's main residence.

Knight Kumo lagged behind, getting closer to Baron Talis.

"Sir, there's been a problem with the slave trade."

Baron Talis frowned: "What's the problem?"