I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 19 Target Approach

With the saintess completely bewildered, Li Mosi led her to the plow.

The plow is now controlled by a powerless, greedy flesh.

"Hmm? Hmm!"

The saint began to twist her body.

Li Mosi grabbed the vines around her back and firmly restrained the saintess.

"You want to freeload without doing any work?"

He used thick hemp rope to wrap around the saint's body, creating several patterns to form a shoulder strap.

"Mmmmmm!"

Even with an extra layer of rope around her body, the saintess still maintained a haughty demeanor, turning around to say something to Li Mosi.

Li Mosi simply raised her foot, intending to gently kick her robe to make her understand her situation.

As a result, the saintess's eyes widened when she saw the foot he kicked out, and she quickly dodged backward.

"Hmm!"

Even though she dodged it, she still twisted her body to glance at her long robe.

This posture is just like a cat chasing its own tail.

Only after confirming that the robe was not dirty did he stare at Li Mosi with wide eyes.

How could this craftsman treat her like that!

That's incredibly disrespectful!

How dare you defile the saint's robe! This is a crime that must be cleansed!

"Hurry up and pull the plow!"

Li Mosi didn't waste any more words with her and adjusted the hemp rope to be taut.

Realizing she had no room to dodge, the saint reluctantly pulled the plow slowly forward.

For the first time, Li Mosi saw resentment on her face.

However, Li Mosi was not afraid at all.

If she really had any skills, she would have exposed herself to me long ago.

As for the future?

Let's finish cultivating the land first.

They've already called him a heretic, so what if he gets any worse?

Snapped!

A ladle of fertilizer was spilled, and the saintess and Li Mosi looked at each other.

He said, "Is the sewage coming after you going to catch up?"

You don't want to get your clothes dirty, do you?

Now, the saintess raised her eyebrows and eyelids high.

She turned around instantly and quickly walked forward.

Although the goblin controlling the plow was closer to the dung, it seemed indifferent.

But how can a holy maiden be compared to a goblin!

To save face, the saintess was now going all out.

Her heart was weeping.

You see, although there is always filth on the ground in cities or manors, she doesn't need to walk at all.

All you need to do is ride in a horse-drawn carriage.

But now, in order to maintain their dignity, they are forced to pull plows to till the fields.

That's incredibly insulting!

Holding a vine, Li Mosi walked to the side of the saintess, clearly seeing her expression.

Seeing her tightly closed eyes and clenched teeth, as if she were about to bite the vine in her mouth, he found it amusing.

In the world before the time travel, even ancient emperors would symbolically cultivate a piece of land to encourage agriculture.

With extraordinary power, these nobles no longer bothered to pretend.

Cultivating this piece of land is even more humiliating than being surrounded by goblins yesterday.

Faced with intense mixed-type exercise, even a well-nourished and healthy saint quickly broke into a sweat, her nostrils flaring as she tried to inhale more air.

Li Moss saw the growing hatred in the saintess's eyes, but he made no reaction.

Suddenly, the saintess paused, and her expression changed.

Li Mosi's smile also stopped, and the corners of her mouth gradually flattened.

His expression shifted from confusion to surprise.

Because he saw joy on the saint's face!

Li Mosi couldn't quite make out the details, but the saintess's expression did indeed become happier.

She felt that she had re-established her divine magical connection with the God of Light!

It was a warmth and peace that came from the bottom of her heart.

But the moment she stopped, the connection vanished.

As Li Mosi was pondering what had happened, he saw the saint pull the plow forward again.

After pulling away for a while, her expression turned happy again, and she stopped moving once more.

At this moment, Li Mosi was filled with questions.

What is this woman doing?

He only saw the saint's expression change from happy to normal after she stopped, and then she became happy again after pulling the plow for a while.

Ah, things are back to normal now.

Not only was she not usually like this, but she even looked a little downcast in her eyes and brows.

Ah, they've started plowing again.

Li Mosi watched quietly, counting silently in her mind.

Sure enough, they pulled ahead by about the same amount of distance, and the saintess's face once again showed a look of joy.

Even the vine tied to her mouth couldn't stop her from grinning.

But this time, she didn't stop.

Li Mosi's smile completely vanished.

He was even a little scared.

Could it be that this saintess is under too much pressure, or does she have some unknown hobbies in private?

Although I know the possibility is not very high.

But Li Mosi couldn't help but recall the various literary and artistic works from before she transmigrated.

How could he have encountered such a remarkable person?

Probably not.

He stood there somewhat helplessly, watching the saintess's retreating figure as she continued pulling the plow forward.

Even as her face flushed red, even as her hair clung to her forehead, even as her back was soaked with sweat...

"Um?"

When Li Mosi looked at the saintess's back, she noticed something was wrong.

The slight scratches on the robe behind her, caused by the dragging, were actually being repaired!

Just like the magic door closing in the animation, the friction marks shrank and disappeared from the edge of the robe towards the center.

Even the traces of sweat are fading and disappearing.

He stepped forward, intending to reach out and grab the vines behind the saintess.

"Hmm?"

But before he could even touch the vines, the saintess lost her balance.

She pretended to fall to the ground in front of Li Mosi.

"Holy crap?"

Li Mosi took two steps forward and grabbed the vine, trying to help her up, but found her to be extremely heavy.

They pulled her over and took a look, only to find that the saintess had fainted.

Even Leshan Water has given a hint.

[Target Status: Exhausted, Minor, Coma]

He thought there was something big going on.

Waste Haki Saint.

……

So hard...

so tired...

But it doesn't hurt...

The saintess opened her eyes again and vaguely saw a ball of orange-red light.

As her vision cleared, she saw a goblin with a protruding belly by the campfire.

She returned to the cave once again.

The saintess lay on the ground, her body hard and her muscles weak, but she didn't feel particularly uncomfortable.

correct.

Haven't I re-established my connection with the God of Light?

She didn't even think about why she fainted, focusing instead on the familiar sense of connection within her body.

"..."

The divine connection has been lost again!

"What's going on?!"

The saintess suddenly cried out in surprise, only then realizing that the vines in her mouth had been loosened.

However, this shout attracted everyone's attention.

"Awake? If you're awake, then eat."

Li Mosi stood up, holding the hollow vine, and walked towards the three bowls of meat soup that were kept warm by the campfire.

The saintess looked at Li Mosi.

Yes, she did as the craftsman said and that's how she reconnected with the God of Light.

This strange phenomenon...

First of all, it is absolutely impossible for someone pulling a plow to cultivate the land to establish a connection with the god of light.

Otherwise, wouldn't even the poorest farmers be able to become priests?

Then there's only one possibility—the craftsman before us is a born saint.

If that's the case, many anomalies can be explained!

Moreover, if the natural saint is incorporated into the church, her becoming the papal successor will be a sure thing.

We must win over the craftsmen we have right now!

As the saintess watched Li Mosi approach, she quickly shouted, "I'll eat it myself! Don't use the vines!"

That's so uncomfortable!

Li Mosi was somewhat surprised.

Haki Saint opened his mouth but stopped breathing.

However, it would be better if the other party were willing to drink it themselves.

But as soon as Li Mosi started feeding her, the saintess sprayed out the meat soup.

It was too fishy; she couldn't drink it at all.

In the end, we had to insert vines and pour the water in.

"ge...glup.g—cough cough cough vomit."

Li Mosi pulled out the hollow vine once again.

Tonight's tasks are complete, time to rest.

Li Mosi planned to shut the saintess up and go to sleep, but then a notification from [Leshan Shui] popped up in front of her.

[The target is actively approaching; please be vigilant!]