The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

The rough blank deforms and stretches like putty.

"Huh? Huh? Is this something we can see?"

Looking at the scene inside the blacksmith's shop, Mog was completely dumbfounded.

Shouldn't this be a military secret?

Can I look at it freely?

"Why can't we watch? It's such a simple thing, you can learn it if you want!"

"Justice is the ultimate truth," he turned around in surprise, counting on his fingers.

"Iron smelting, brick making, waterwheels, house construction... you can all come and learn."

"The standard is justice" means stating the facts.

Players never forbid NPCs from learning skills; in fact, they encourage them to.

From the players' perspective, these are all hardworking oxen and horses!

For example, the seven goblin craftsmen in the blacksmith shop.

Their skills have improved significantly compared to before.

On the contrary, Mog, upon hearing the words "the voice is justice," was so overwhelmed by the words that his aged body could not withstand the excitement that he almost fainted.

These are all technologies that can bring about earth-shattering changes to the clan and involve huge interests!

Fortunately, the blue-scaled kobold from the Rainbow Scale Clan reacted quickly enough.

She grabbed Mog and pinched his hand.

The intense pain was what prevented Mog from fainting from excessive excitement.

Most people didn't notice this change, and those who did wouldn't point it out.

Mog barely recovered, glanced at the Bluescale Kobold with relief, then took a deep breath to calm himself.

Call ~

Calm down, calm down!

It's impossible to give it away for free; there will definitely be some price to pay!

But even if there's a price to pay, it's worth it!

Previously, they didn't even have access to this knowledge.

He took the Language Proficiency Stone to a human town to study, but the stone was almost robbed and he nearly died there.

Now that such an opportunity to change the fate of everyone in the clan is right in front of us, how could we possibly refuse it!

"What price do we need to pay?"

Forcing himself to calm down, Mog looked up at the caliber of justice and asked.

"No cost."

"Cutline is justice" smiled.

"Technology knows no borders and there should be no barriers. Only by enabling more people to learn can technology advance faster."

After saying that, he silently added another sentence in his heart: "The line is justice."

However, since people who use technology have national borders and conflicts of national interest still exist, barriers should exist.

“If you want to learn, some of you can stay and study at our camp.”

"Justice is justice" raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a bright smile.

What's free is often the most expensive.

The language barrier is there; if you want to learn, you have to rely on a language proficiency stone.

As a priest of the Rainbow Scale Clan, Mog couldn't possibly stay here all day.

Of course, the idea that "the caliber is justice" goes beyond just this.

There is also cultural invasion.

Just as Zhan Shuai said before.

Compared to the primitive civilization of these players and NPCs, their civilization is already a more advanced one.

When people from a lower civilization enter a higher civilization, they will naturally feel aspiration and want to learn and integrate.

Without losing a single soldier, the enemy can be annihilated.

Thinking about it, the voice of justice sighed helplessly in his heart.

Hey~

We still haven't developed enough. Otherwise, we could just shove cannons into the enemy's mouths. Why would we need to resort to these petty appeasement tactics?

"..."

Mog remained silent, his mind racing.

As a person from a primitive civilization, he could never understand the idea that "the voice is justice".

He merely turned his gaze to the gray language-knowing stone in the staff, vaguely sensing something.

"Thank you for your kindness, my fellow countrymen and Your Majesty. I will consider sending someone to stay behind."

Mog turned his gaze back and politely put the matter aside for the time being.

"Cutline is justice" didn't say much, just smiled.

Mog cannot and should not refuse these technologies.

The decision to shelve the issue was merely an instinctive precaution taken by the clan leader.

Immediately.

Mog turned his gaze to the weapons in the blacksmith's shop, changing the subject.

"Are these weapons made from ore from goblin lairs?"

"Ah."

The caliber of the statement is the nod of justice.

"I think you should know that the ore produced in goblin lairs is bad gold, right?"

Mog stepped forward and walked to the nearest pile of weapons in the blacksmith's shop.

"This ore looks a lot like gold, but it's not gold."

"If used to make weapons, they would be too brittle and unable to withstand high-intensity collisions."

Mog knew he couldn't refuse this generous gift of learning technology.

Therefore, he also wanted to demonstrate some value as a return gift to the other party.

Even if the return gift is small, it can greatly alleviate his unease.

Chapter 32 Teacher Mo, please don't do this

Looking at them, Zhan Shuai and Kou Jingji Zheng Yi had strange expressions.

They knew what Mog was up to.

"Priest Mog, I..."

The War General reached out to stop him, but Mog looked over.

"Mr. Zhan Shuai, let me finish what I have to say."

As he spoke, Mog turned around, pulled a longsword from the pile of weapons, and looked back with a hint of reminiscence in his cloudy eyes.

"Five or six years ago, Iron Crocodile, the leader of the Black Iron Tribe, had just come out, and they were carrying weapons made of evil gold."

The longsword was slightly heavy in my hand, and its gleaming blade reflected Mog's aged dog head.

Looking at the clearly defined face on the blade, Mog felt that the blade was somewhat different, but he didn't think much of it and continued with his plan.

He even raised his voice so that people around him could hear him clearly.

"At that time, we had some friction with Iron Crocodile and fought a battle."

Mog sighed, reminiscing about the past.

“Mog…”

The war commander tried to stop him again.

"Mr. War General!"

But as soon as the commander shouted, Mog looked over, his tone displeased.

He didn't understand why the War General kept interrupting him.

He had worked so hard to create that emotion and atmosphere!

Faced with Mog's unexpected toughness, Zhan Shuai could only awkwardly shut his mouth.