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

"The priest need not worry about that; we have a use for the coarse salt we are buying."

"Um……"

Priest Mog frowned slightly, clearly not understanding, but said nothing more.

It is an obligation of allies to remind them once, but to remind them again would be to disregard the interests of the Rainbow Scale Clan.

"Let's discuss the specific amount."

As he spoke, "Justice is justice," he began discussing the amount of the transaction with Priest Mog.

But because of the advantages brought by high technology, no matter what, it's the players who profit from this.

It's just a matter of how much or how little you earn.

Furthermore, because the priest Mog is unaware of this, the initiative is entirely in the player's hands.

The two haggled and raised the price, each striving to secure their own interests.

The principle of "caliber as justice" wasn't too excessive, leaving some profit for the Rainbow Scale Clan.

In the end, the two reached an agreement.

"Caliber is Justice" acquired the magical heritage of the Rainbow Scale Clan and the exclusive right to purchase coarse salt from the salt mine for the price of five hundred iron weapons.

The weapons that can be exchanged for coarse salt will depend on the subsequent situation and will be adjusted as needed.

Immediately.

The accusation of justice informed the commander of the situation and asked him to draft another contract.

"Justice is the ultimate truth" led Mog to the War General.

Inside a small brick house, the three sat facing each other at the only wooden square table in the player camp.

The commander handed over the contract.

This time it wasn't a wooden board, but a proper piece of paper.

Ink also fell on it.

Clearly, the papermaker succeeded.

Mog was stunned when he saw the paper handed to him.

He never expected that this clan would even create something like this for humans.

Although rough, it was already very close to the paper that humans use.

There was actually another reason why Mog was stunned.

He didn't recognize the square-shaped characters on it.

The Language-Compatible Stone connects the condensed spiritual energy of living beings, enabling direct communication.

The character "可" doesn't have any inherent meaning!

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"Justice is everything," he frowned and asked.

"I can't read the words on it."

After saying that, Mog asked with a strange expression, "Don't you understand the ancient common language?"

The two sensed something was wrong, exchanged a glance, and Zhan Shuai spoke first.

"Should we?"

"The ancient common language is deeply rooted in the bloodline of the demi-human race. Anyone who reaches the second level can sense it and then learn it."

Priest Mog had no choice but to explain.

"The languages ​​and scripts of the various demi-human races are now very different, but they all originate from the ancient common language."

After speaking, Priest Mog asked a question instinctively.

"His Majesty the Black Dragon did not teach..."

But halfway through the question, Mog stopped, relieved.

That's a dragon, how could it possibly condescend to waste time teaching kobolds ancient common language?

Remembering something, Priest Mog stared at the two of them in astonishment.

"You don't communicate with goblins entirely through body language, do you?"

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"Correct!"

Zhan Shuai nodded.

"Sigh~"

Priest Mog couldn't help but gasp.

Despite having a language barrier, she managed to train the goblins to be so obedient.

That's outrageous!

“We have our own language and script, and we don’t know the ancient common language. We are also unsure whether the second-tier will awaken bloodline memories and be able to learn the ancient common language.”

Zhan Shuai glanced at the Language Proficiency Stone placed on his staff and helplessly shrugged.

"Without it, we would probably only be able to communicate with body language."

"Ugh!"

According to the plan, he sighed and complained.

"We have always had a communication barrier with the goblins, and can only guess through body language and make language comparison charts."

"But body language is too inefficient. I spent a lot of time and my hair turned white, but I only managed to produce a little bit."

"There are indeed some difficulties in this regard."

Zhan Shuai patted the shoulder of "Caliber is Justice," then looked at Mog with a sincere tone.

“We hope that Priest Mog will spend more time using the Language Stone to help us with this task.”

"I'm sorry, General Zhan, I am a priest and can only stay here for a maximum of five days."

Mog shook his head.

"The Language Proficiency Stone is a treasured heirloom of our clan and cannot be lent out."

"Besides, since you are all Dragonblood Warriors, you cannot draw upon the magical energy in the air, so even if we gave it to you, it would be useless."

As expected, Zhan Shuai and Kou Ciji Yi Zheng showed expressions of disappointment, but Mog's lips curled up, and he changed the subject.

“However, I can pass the Language Proficiency Stone to my successors, the apprentice priest and the apprentice dragonblood warrior Nera Azurescale.”

"I will let her stay and contribute her modest efforts."

"At the same time, I also hope that she can learn some skills, as Ms. Mouthballist Justice previously said."

In this way, it can be considered a reciprocal exchange of gifts and mutual assistance.

"Then let her stay with me."

The line of justice turns sorrow into laughter.

"Ms. Mouthball Justice is not only our camp manager, but also a researcher."

Zhan Shuai spoke at the opportune moment.

"Many of the technologies in our camp were developed by her."

Although the technology of "caliber equals justice" is copied from reality.

But you need real ability to replicate it.

"That's great!"

Upon hearing this, Mog was overjoyed and turned to look at the door, calling out.

"Nera!"

Immediately, footsteps were heard, and the door was pushed open.

A kobold-headed man covered in blue scales, interspersed with some other colored scales, walked in.

She kept her head down, her long tail tucked between her legs, making her appear exceptionally reserved.

"The Language Mastery Stone is now in your possession."

Mog stepped forward, shoved the stone into Nera's hand, and explained the whole story.

Listening to Mog's words, Nera appeared unusually reserved, her face flushed, and her amber eyes occasionally lifted to look at the caliber of justice.

When she looked back at the statement that justice is justice, she quickly lowered her head again.

Clearly, she is quick-witted, but still quite young.

The main purpose of this trip was to broaden my horizons.