I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 250 Walter

"From now on, you need to listen to us, understand?"

Zi Yi didn't intend to say much to the pastor.

Judging from his behavior just now, it shouldn't take much to get him to obey.

Owald stood there, stunned.

Why is it a goblin speaking?

wrong!

Goblins can speak human language!

His body was stiff, and his eyes turned slightly toward the saintess.

Is this why Lord Hedbeth brought goblins with him?

"I see."

Owald nodded slightly.

He complied.

Just as Zi Yi relaxed, he heard Owald speak again.

"My lords, may I know what you are about to do? Perhaps there is something I can do for you."

Upon hearing this, Zi Yi recalled Li Moss's actions in Baron Stern's territory.

He shook his head.

No.

All you have to do is stay inside the church. We'll contact you again if needed.

They only need to lead the people to work; they don't need the old administrators.

"Yes. I understand."

Owald bowed to the four men.

"The church's storehouse has plenty of food, which you can use at any time."

Li Mosi nodded.

The four of them didn't reply, turned around and left the church.

"Master, we'll have someone set up the stage first, right?"

Once outside the town, Zi'an stretched and asked to confirm.

The atmosphere just now really made her sleepy.

"right."

Li Mosi turned off the map and looked up at the sky.

After taking inventory of the warehouse, I saw Owald again; the sky had turned blue by then.

It will be light soon.

"Let's take some men to cut down trees first, we need to hurry."

Looking at the [Leshan Water] map, apart from the northernmost manor being quite far away, the soldiers would have to walk for a while to reach it.

The soldiers from the other three directions were basically about to reach the border of Baron Talis's territory.

The team moves quickly.

……

Donghe Manor.

In a wooden-roofed mud house, three times the size of most of the villagers' homes, Walter, who had been lying on the hay, sat up.

He raised one hand and unconsciously scratched his hair a few times.

The texture was no different from the hay under my butt.

"call."

During this year's autumn harvest, he never imagined he would become like this.

As a shepherd of the estate, his hair should not resemble that of the commoners or even slaves!

Even if he couldn't get any good meat, he could still get parts like the head and hooves of the livestock during slaughter, which had little meat or didn't suit the lord's taste.

These parts are either hard to eat or difficult to chew.

But at least he was able to eat something.

This is enough to make most people in the manor envious.

But with the recent inexplicable wild animal attacks, plus the thieves who appeared out of nowhere a few days ago, he now has less than half of the sheep he manages.

Later, Gaimour brought a group of unfamiliar soldiers who appeared out of nowhere and started collecting taxes arbitrarily...

eat meat?

I can't eat a single bite!

As long as there is meat, he will find a way to process it and make up for the fine.

Not to mention that this year is also a year of great sunshine.

Even the slaughter time has been postponed!

If it weren't for his substantial family wealth, he would probably be bankrupt and a slave by now.

I heard that the tanner's family has been turned into slaves, and the carpenter's family was originally going to be enslaved as well, but I don't know where the only remaining one, Limos, has gone.

Of all the people in the Donghe Manor, only he and the blacksmith's family were still free citizens.

Although they were still called free people, they were actually no different from slaves.

They lost their land and were also fined heavily.

All I can say is that I'm lucky to still be alive.

Walter felt a mixture of frustration and relief as he thought about these things.

A chill emanating from his very bones made it difficult for him to move.

After regaining some composure, he turned to look out the window.

Wisps of blue light seeped into the room from the windows, walls, roof, and other places, telling him that it was already dawn.

Walter could barely make out what was happening inside the room.

With no income, the damaged parts of his house that he had planned to repair before winter were left there.

The beast tide failed to break him.

But the harsh winter will crush him and his house together.

Even knowing his situation wasn't good, Walter didn't know what to do.

All he knew was that he still had to herd sheep today.

Walter got up and walked towards the stove without expression.

He crouched down and carefully used a stick to clear away the ashes, revealing the hidden embers.

He turned around, picked up a few straws, folded them several times, and gently placed them near the fire before blowing on them.

"Phew~"

When the spark encounters an airflow, it brightens instantly, then climbs up the straw, slowly wriggling and spreading like a glowing insect feeding.

"Gurgle~"

Gollum-

Walter got hungry.

Flames rose, and the stove reignited.

Walter quickly stuffed a few small twigs inside to make the flames grow even bigger.

Using the gradually rising firelight, he got up and peered into the earthenware pot on the stove.

Before he could even see what was inside the pot, he could smell the stewed radish and boiled cabbage.

Walter's face instantly scrunched up.

He now finds the smells as disgusting as grass.

Even if he ate these things, he would still be hungry, but he could only survive on these foods for now.

In the past, even if they couldn't afford bread and wheat for a while, his family could at least get some scraps while preparing the meat nicely.

Adding this vegetable soup will at least make it taste less like just grass.

"Ugh."

Walter sighed softly and stuck the stick into the pottery jar to stir it.

As it was stirred, the already overcooked radish chunks and cabbage leaves, along with a host of wild vegetables, quickly sank to the bottom. Only the sparse wheat and beans rolled around a few times before slowly sinking.

He couldn't resist secretly throwing it in to soak in the middle of the night.

Even if he could only eat slave-like food, he had to at least eat something hot.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have the strength to deal with a sheep attacking someone!

As the fire grew stronger, bubbles rose from the earthenware pot, and Walter, sitting by the stove, finally felt a little warmer.

But the chill in his bones became even more pronounced, making him feel pain all over his body.

As soon as the aroma of wheat and beans wafted out, Walter couldn't wait to pick up his bowl and scoop out a spoonful for himself.

"Huff, huff, slurp~"

Ignoring the fact that the food was scalding hot, he blew on it a few times and then started drinking.

The hot soup made his mouth and throat ache a little, but the warmth it brought to his stomach relieved some of the pain throughout his body.

Walter felt his dry, straw-like body begin to swell.

He felt as if he had become human again.

"Hoo, slurp—"

The food in the bowl was quickly emptied, and Walter scooped himself another spoonful.

But he had only drunk half of the bowl when he started to feel nauseous.

Suppressing the urge of food rising in his throat, he poured the remaining half bowl back into the earthenware pot.

Walter quickly crouched down and used a stick to pry up the ashes in the stove to cover the flames.

The flames quickly turned back into embers.

He put down the stick and turned to look at the window again.

The light that seeped into the house no longer shone blue.

Time to get to work.

"Hmm~"

Walter let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

He straightened his clothes with his hands and opened the door.

ga-

"Waaah~"

As soon as the door opened, the sheepdog that lived in the yard darted to Walter's feet.

"Hahaha~"

The sheepdog placed a dead mouse in front of him, then quickly wagged its tail and circled around him.

This is Walter's only family.

"Thank you, Kahn."

Walter crouched down, hugged the sheepdog and thanked him, then put the mouse into a clay pot inside the house, covered it, and weighed it down with a stone.

It's time to go check on the sheep in the sheepfold.

He led his sheepdog out of the courtyard and immediately spotted the other villagers who had come out.

They were hunched over, their figures unsteady.

Before Walter could think, he heard shouts coming from the west.

"Assemble! The lord has summoned you!"