I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

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"My teacher said that being born into a lowly social status is not something to be ashamed of. Only by knowing when to hide your abilities and when to show them can you become a truly noble person."

Milo looked at Mercer.

"..."

Mercer remained silent, his expression looking somewhat helpless.

"and then?"

He seemed unsure of what to say.

He held it in for a long time before finally managing to say that.

"Then……"

Upon hearing his question, Milo actually began to think about it.

"My teacher told us that even expensive cars are made from less expensive wood. Only through the tanning process can straight wood be transformed into wheels. Even if it is dried out by the sun, it will never regain its original straight shape."

"..."

"Inhale...exhale—"

Milo only heard Mercer taking deep breaths.

He then recalled the following words.

"Wood can be shaped into a straight line by measuring it with an ink line, and swords can be sharpened by sharpening them on a whetstone."

"We need to learn a lot of knowledge, and we also need to reflect on whether what we do is right or wrong every day, so that we can make fewer mistakes."

Next, there's something else I need to do, like going to the high mountains myself.

However, his teacher spoke rather quickly, and even though Milo tried hard to think, he couldn't recall it immediately.

Just as he was interrupting himself to try to recall, he heard Mercer murmur.

"Anything else...?"

Seeing that Mercer finally managed to utter a sentence, Milo smiled.

His gaze returned to Mercer.

Mercer, who had previously seemed somewhat powerless and frustrated, was now clearly showing some curiosity and surprise.

It means you want to ask, but you don't want to express it too obviously.

Milo chose to skip over the part he didn't quite remember and get straight to the point.

"My master said that whether they are slaves from afar, people from other countries, or tribes that do not farm but rely on raising cattle and sheep for a living, or even bear-beastmen and savages, they are all the same when they are born."

"Their different lifestyles as adults are a result of the different educations they received during their upbringing."

Mercer's eyes widened, and he turned his head.

Seeing his reaction, Milo became more and more excited as he spoke.

"My late teacher said that he could gain more from thinking all day than from studying for even a short while..."

My teacher... the new lord...

How could the lord say such a thing?!

Mercer felt dizzy, as if subconsciously resisting...

But he couldn't resist!

Because he was both a slave from afar and a person from another country!

He is not a citizen of the Kingdom of Snow at all!

And he wasn't born a slave!

When he was first dropped off here by the caravan, his way of speaking was different from how he speaks now!

These words...it's almost as if they were spoken directly to him.

Is that even possible?

"Shouting loudly in the direction the wind blows, my voice isn't louder, but those who hear me can hear it more clearly..."

As Milo was speaking, he noticed that Mercer raised one hand, as if he wanted to put his hands on his head.

But just as the hand was about to reach the back of his head, it clenched into a fist and then let go.

Mercer looked like he wanted to do something.

He simply gave up on his own.

"What's wrong with you?"

Milo craned his neck toward Mercer with curiosity, wanting to see his face.

Mercer just thought his expression was ridiculous.

If he had known that the new lord cared about ability more than status, he should have taken the initiative to accept the test.

To be honest, Milo was a little reserved around him before.

After all, I pointed out his mistakes to him every time I saw him make one.

As a result, the initial awkwardness disappeared within just a few days.

"cough."

Mercer cleared his throat and steered the conversation back on track.

"I think you're right, I do regret not accepting the test sooner. So why are you telling me all this?"

Is it just showing off?

It doesn't seem like it.

Milo is indeed considered naturally intelligent in this manor, but since he was cursed when he was young, he can't do much physically demanding work.

Although he was later selected by the tax official and became an apprentice.

But collecting taxes is a job that people don't like.

Even though everyone knows he is just following the tax collector's orders, and even though most of his neighbors flatter and fawn over him, his peers are unwilling to get too close to him.

They couldn't do any work, yet they were responsible for collecting taxes.

Although not a slave, Milo's reputation on the estate was almost as high as that of a slave.

Any donkey that you bring out from the manor would be more popular than him.

Mercer was a slave and had no property of his own, so he didn't care about this or that.

He was basically Miro's only friend among his peers.

Hearing Mercer say this, Milo remembered what he really wanted to say.

As he spoke, he veered off-topic.

But since we've already come this far...

He always felt suffocated if he didn't finish speaking.

Previously, Mercer would point out his mistakes, but now he finally has the opportunity to teach Mercer.

I can't feel right until I finish speaking!

"Don't rush, let me finish explaining."

Now that I'm unemployed, what's the rush?

"Okay, go ahead."

Seeing the conflicted look on Milo's face, Mercer feared he was really getting anxious and decided to go along with him.

"My late teacher said that noble people are no different from ordinary people, except that they are better at using external things."

"We cannot be tax officials without learning calculation. We cannot be qualified managers without learning good morals. Knowledge is not something we are born with."

"Even kings and marquises, are they born nobles?"

Mercer blinked.

of course not.

But that's not what he said.

"Otherwise what?"

"right!"

Snapped!

Milo slapped his thigh, his face full of excitement.

That's what they were thinking back then!

"Of course not. My master said that to carve out a manor from the forest, someone needs to cut down all the trees, someone needs to clear the land for farming, and someone needs to hunt wild animals..."

"In short, a lot needs to be done!"

Mercer saw that Milo was getting more and more excited as he spoke, raising his voice and waving his index finger. Mercer subconsciously sat up straight and looked around.

People around looked over, but only glanced at them before turning away.

But Milo didn't care what he thought.

He had to say everything!

"Mercury, my master said that nobles are the strong who rise from the crowd; they are not born as one race!"

After saying that, Milo stretched out his hands and put them on Mercer's shoulders.

Mercer was forced to turn his head and meet his gaze.

"Mercury, you are smarter than me. You should also try, try to let the master test you, and become my apprentice."

He now only has one friend who is the captain.

But if Mercer also becomes the mentor's apprentice, then he will have friends among the apprentices!

"this……"

Mercer stared blankly at Milo.

Why did my master reveal the secrets of those in power?!

Once seen by those around him as "the future leader of the caravan," Mercer knew the truth in his heart.

He wasn't actually any smarter than his older brother and sister. He just followed the caravan manager from a young age, watching how he handled the caravan's affairs and how he did calculations. That's how he was able to quickly settle accounts at such a young age.

"gather!"

Just as Mercer was stunned, and just as Milo was blushing and waiting for a response, Koyasu's command rang out.

Li Moss and she, along with the saintess, inspected all the new houses.

He gathered the people together and took advantage of the time to continue educating them.

She directly instructed her disciples to teach the people the principles in the second section of the Thousand Character Classic.

Mercer silently followed along, but his mind was filled with the words Milo had just told him.

He looked at Li Mosi, who had a smile on her face.

Is our late teacher rejoicing because they have learned knowledge?

His guess wasn't wrong.

Li Moss is delighted by the rapid increase in his Wuchang points.

But late at night, a sound broke his joy.

"Help! Help! Help! Help me!"