He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 53: The Winged Tribe's Pledge of Allegiance

After adjusting his posture as a Paladin of the Dawn Cult, Harun pushed the door open and looked at the three Winged Clan members who seemed a little uneasy in front of him.

Harlan said softly:
"Chief Uriel, His Holiness the Pope invites you."

"Thank you, Paladin Harlan."

As he spoke, Uriel hurriedly grabbed Harun and whispered:

"Paladin Harlan, this is your first official audience with His Holiness the Pope. What kind of posture should I maintain? Please advise me so as not to offend His Holiness the Pope."

Harlan raised his eyes and glanced at the burly man in front of him, and said softly:

"Just have a pious heart."

After saying this, Harun turned around and pushed the door open with Uriel and the others.

Uriel hurriedly recited the greatness of the dawn in his heart and followed closely.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the high-ranking members of the Dawn Cult sitting quietly on both sides.

And in the front, at the first position, was His Holiness the Holy Pope who had just saved the Winged Tribe from danger and defeated the tens of thousands of demon troops with only twenty people.

At this time, Ian was not holding the sacred and majestic trident and scepter, but just sitting there casually.

But his every gesture still shows the kindness and holiness of His Holiness the Pope.

only……

Why did Archbishop Leal look so cold?
Could it be that the Winged Tribe has done something to offend Archbishop Layal?
Wu Lie'er didn't dare to think too much, he walked forward quickly, and then bowed down loudly.

With an extremely pious and grateful attitude, he said in a muffled voice:
"Uriel, the current patriarch of the Winged Tribe, has officially met His Holiness the Holy Pope. May the dawn of light last forever!"

Uriel's wife and daughter were like Uriel.

"Kroni, I greet His Holiness the Holy Pope. May the dawn of light last forever!"

"Haniya, I greet His Holiness the Holy Pope. May the dawn of light last forever!"

Ian slowly raised his hand, his tone as gentle as Uriel had always seen.

"There's no need for you three to do this. Please stand up."

"Thank you, His Holiness the Pope."

The three of them slowly stood up, bent as low as possible, and focused their eyes on Ian's shoes.

Before Uriel could say anything, Ian spoke first.

"Chief Wu Lie'er, with your entire clan joining Blackwater City, is there anything you're still having trouble adapting to?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Holiness. Blackwater City is great, and Father Matthew and his men are very kind and friendly. I haven't had any difficulty adapting to it."

Wu Lie'er said with a longing look:
"We are looking forward to living in Blackwater City in the future...living with our children as devout believers of the Dawn!"

After saying this, Uriel hurriedly got straight to the point and expressed the purpose of his visit.

"Your Holiness, thank you for coming here with the might of the Dawn to rescue our Winged Tribe. Otherwise, after today, the Winged Tribe will surely disappear from the Rodri Continent."

Ian chuckled, shook his head, and looked at Haniya with gentle eyes.

"You are also devout sons of the Dawn. I saw this clearly when Haniya came to ask for help."

Wu Lie'er was stunned for a moment, and said hurriedly:
"But……"

Before he could finish his words, Ian raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Chief Uriel, you must understand that as long as you have a pious heart, you are the children of the dawn."

“Let me ask you, if a merciful father rescues his child from suffering, do we need to be grateful?”

“Merciful Lord, are you unwilling to guide your own lost lambs without thanksgiving?”

Absolutely!

Layal and the others were shocked, their expressions remained unchanged, but the glances they gave Ian became more and more admiring.

What's wrong with Master Ian's brain?

How can you always say these clichés that can touch people's hearts so casually?

This set of rhetoric must be included in the compulsory theoretical courses for the clergy of the Dawn Religion.

Look at Uriel and the others. After hearing these words, they quickly knelt down on the ground, their eyes filled with tears of emotion.

In this situation, if anyone dares to say anything bad about Shuguang and Ian, they will fight to the death.

bass!
Wu Lie'er suddenly took out a dagger that gleamed with cold light.

Before Layal and the others could react, he slashed his palm hard.

Blood flowed down his palms and wrists.

Uriel pulled out another feather of his own, stained it with blood, and drew a strange magic circle on the ground.

After doing all this, Uriel put a dot of blood on his forehead and then hit his left chest hard.

"Uriel, the 43rd Patriarch of the Winged Tribe, swears hereby that from this day forward, as long as the Winged Tribe survives, we will defend the glory of the Dawn with our blood and our lives, and protect the honor of His Holiness the Pope!"

"For eternity, the Winged Clan will defend the might of the Dawn as their very foundation! Anyone who violates this oath will have their wings rot, their tendons broken, and their blood dried up before they die!" "This oath is witnessed by heaven and earth!"

A layer of hazy purple light appeared faintly on the magic circle outlined in blood.

After a long time, it disappeared without a trace, and the magic circle also disappeared.

After doing all this, Uriel stood up with a pale face and looked at Ian.

"Your Holiness, this is the soul contract magic that can only be activated by the will of our entire Winged Clan."

"The Winged Tribe is impoverished and has no way to repay the Dawn Cult. Loyalty is our only treasure!"

"I know that because of the Fallen Feather incident, our Winged Clan is not trustworthy, but I beg His Holiness the Pope to pay close attention to our every move and let the facts speak for themselves!"

"From now on, whatever His Holiness the Pope desires, that is what the Winged Clan desires!"

Ian sighed and said softly:

"Chief Uriel, there is no need to do this. Dawn never questions its own children."

"I understand, Your Holiness."

Wu Lie'er pursed his lips and said firmly:

"But this is the only thing we can give back to Dawn. Dawn is selfless, but we cannot be shameless!"

"What's more, it's also our Winged Clan's good fortune to be favored by the Dawn!"

Ian comforted Uriel for a long time and, by the way, he also spoke some clichés of the Dawn Cult.

These are the clichés that Leal and the others have heard so many times that their ears are callused.

This made Uriel and the other two burst into tears.

In the end, Ian felt that if he continued talking, Uriel would probably cut his wrists again to show his loyalty.

Only then did Ian ask Harlan to send them out quickly.

After Uriel left the city lord's mansion, Ian threw the luxurious crown on his head into Lacia's arms.

Leaning on the sofa, feeling exhausted.

"It seems that we were so arrogant when we defeated the demons before. Now the Winged Clan..."

Everyone has been fooled!
Ian didn't say the rest of the words.

Leixia smiled and said:
"Master Ian led nineteen people and achieved such incredible results. Not to mention the Winged Tribe, even the elves and other large tribes would be able to do the same."

"Congratulations, Young Master Ian, for gaining a new group of powerful and highly loyal Dawn believers. Our Dawn Cult has expanded once again."

Ian waved his hand.

"It doesn't matter. Even if they swore such a blood oath, we still have to undergo the test. After all, what the abyss saw in the end doesn't allow us to be careless."

"Isn't this important? This is the loyalty of a clan that was once quite powerful in the Hundred Clans Alliance."

Lessia couldn't help but complain:
"Master Ian, in your eyes, what exactly is important?"

"Of course, it's the sword that's important!"

Without waiting for Ian to answer, Layal looked at Ian anxiously.

"Master Ian, there are no outsiders here now. What exactly does it mean to draw the sword? Can it be mass-produced? This concerns the future of our Dawn Cult!"

"How about we go to Dawn Heaven and practice it now?"

Ian nodded seriously.

"The Batou Sword...it's a pretty awesome weapon. As for the specifics..."

Having said this, Ian paused and met the expectant gazes of Leal and Markov.

He patted his thigh lightly, stood up and said:
"Stay tuned for the next chapter!"

"..."

For the first time, Ian saw Layal's frustrated expression, which could be described as anxious.

He laughed heartily, but Ian's expression remained serious.

"What? You have an opinion?"

"I just led you guys to a great victory today! And then we rushed around all day, and now I'm exhausted."

"Do you have the heart to ask His Holiness the Great Pope to answer your questions now?"

After that, Ian stepped forward and patted Layal on the shoulder, saying meaningfully:

"Leaving anticipation for later is also a little trick to make life more interesting."

Hearing this, Furenyi suddenly looked curious and asked:
"What technique?"

"Leave blank!"

(End of this chapter)