I Am the Minecraft Master, Not the God of Light!

Chapter 20: The Secrets to Becoming a Qualified Charlatan

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The tightly shut gates of the City Lord's Mansion swung open with a bang.

Immediately following, Ian, clad in a gold and white interwoven, spacious and long papal robe, and wearing a golden papal crown, stepped out first.

Behind him, on one side were Laysia and the others, all dressed in black and white nun's habits, and on the other side were heavily built, stern-looking armored knights.

Ian heavily slammed the golden scepter in his hand onto the ground, instantly scattering gravel.

A sacred and majestic aura swept across the field, instantly silencing the rioting populace.

Many of the citizens who had already approached the entrance of the City Lord's Mansion even retreated a distance.

Markov snorted and followed Leal back to Ian's side, standing at the forefront of the Papal Knights' ranks.

"Your Holiness,"

Leal deeply understood the principle of addressing people by their titles when working, and bowed with his hand on his chest, his face full of reverence.

"I apologize for failing to meet your expectations."

"It doesn't matter, Bishop Leal, the Dawn Sect forgives its devout and loyal children."

Ian raised his scepter and placed it on Leal's left shoulder with a kind and compassionate expression.

Watching the Blackwater City citizens who were clearly intimidated, Ian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It was worth spending half a day honing his Stanislavski acting theory system in front of the mirror before coming out.

The effect is very good.

He is now the number one charlatan on the Roderick Continent!

"Thank you for your mercy, may the Dawn be eternal."

Leal performed a set of incomprehensible rituals, which made the citizens even more stunned.

Their hearts inexplicably gained a bit more trust in the Dawn Church.

This is the crushing power of style.

In Ian's evangelistic theory, it is about creating sufficiently cumbersome rules and rituals that are not very useful.

Complicating a simple matter.

This is the advanced sense of mysticism.

"Young Master Ian, someone is instigating."

In full view of everyone, Leal walked back to Ian's side with a face full of honor, and whispered, avoiding everyone's eyes.

Ian's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not express his position.

He just rested the scepter on the ground and looked at the densely packed citizens with his aura fully activated.

After a long time, Ian said in a gentle tone:

"Believers of the Dawn, people of Blackwater, hello, allow me to introduce myself for the first time."

"I am the Pope of the Dawn Church, and also the Lord of Blackwater City, Ian Forbes."

"I am the walker chosen by the Dawn, to spread its good name and glory."

"I am also the head of the Dawn Church family, a father, and also a mother."

Speaking of this, Ian paused, then opened his arms, his face full of compassion.

"Ignorant but pitiful people, the Dawn loves you all equally."

"Those who love Him, hate Him, respect Him, fear Him鈥"

"He does not hesitate to bestow love."

"He knows what you have encountered, but darkness shrouds, and it is difficult for the Dawn to descend."

"If you have any grievances or sorrows, tell me everything, and I will use the Dawn, in the name of the Father, to lead you out of the maze."

Ian had been preparing this speech for a long time, but he didn't expect to use it today.

As for the effect, it was quite good. The citizens were fooled, and even Laysia and the others looked at Ian with their hands clasped in worship.

It seems that he does have a talent for being a charlatan.

Ian couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

"We don't want anything, we just want a promise!"

"We don't understand anything about Dawn or no Dawn! All we know is that every City Lord who comes here says they will let us live! But every generation fails to do so!"

"My father starved to death!"

"When will you let us have food and water!"

This sentence, which floated out from nowhere, immediately made Ian narrow his eyes slightly.

But immediately afterwards, like a powder keg being lit, the surrounding citizens of Blackwater City exploded.

"We don't care about any Dawn! We just want to be full and have enough to drink!"

"That's right! What about the promised egg bread!"

"We're about to starve to death, who cares about your Dawn or no Dawn!"

"You nobles don't want to care about us at all, you just say some big words to fool us! Letting us wait to die!"

"We're not doing it anymore! We want food!"

In an instant, the citizens of Blackwater City were in an uproar again, and more and more city defense troops joined in.

Ian sneered in his heart.

As the old saying goes.

You can always trust the power of the people, but at the same time, never trust the wisdom of the people.

The human heart is inherently unpredictable.

Fortunately, Ian plays the role of creating gods.

Looking at the more excited citizens, Ian gently tapped the ground with his scepter.

The next moment, the sound of a dozen or so bows being drawn to their full extent rang out at the entrance of the City Lord's Mansion.

Laysia and the others on both sides behind Ian had already bent their bows like full moons.

This really startled the people of Blackwater City.

Archers!

Not to mention in Blackwater City, this small border town, even in the entire country of the Bilka Principality, there are no more than a hundred archers.

They are all treasures of the royal family, only responsible for protecting the royal family.

After all, in the barbaric and backward Roderick Continent, ranged attacks such as bows and arrows are quite precious.

Only the Elven race can produce a large number of archers.

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Faced with the crisis of life and death, the hot-blooded emotions of the Blackwater City citizens were instantly doused with cold water and settled down.

At this time, Ian said leisurely:

"Children of Blackwater City, I know you are bewitched by evil demons and acted impulsively."

"But fighting will only please the evil demons and make the Dawn weep."

"Please believe in the Dawn Church, under the benevolence of the Dawn, there will be eggs, and there will be bread."

"But remember, the Dawn does not like children who do not work for their gains."

As the saying goes.

Force is to make fools listen to reason calmly.

Although the words are crude, under the threat of nineteen bows and arrows, the citizens of Blackwater City honestly communicated in low voices.

After a while, they pushed out an old man with white hair.

Leaning on a cane, he tremblingly walked to Ian.

He glanced at the bow and arrow with some fear, then lowered his head and said softly:

"This鈥?Your Holiness."

"We are also forced to do so. If we were not really unable to survive, who would be willing to risk their heads to cause trouble."

Ian waved his hand and asked Leal and the others to put away their bows and arrows.

Then he said calmly:

"I know you, a believer who joined the Dawn Church yesterday."

"What do you want to say?"

The old man smiled bitterly and said humbly:

"Your Holiness, you don't know, before you, four City Lords have been replaced in just three months."

"Every City Lord has said that they will let the citizens of Blackwater City live, but in the end, they all leave directly after continuously collecting taxes and plundering wealth."

"Blackwater City has had no rain for three months. Under the severe drought, there is no harvest. At present, there are countless people starving and dying of thirst in the city."

"If we were not really desperate, who would be willing to put down their faces to ask for food?"

After speaking, the old man quietly glanced at the thoughtful Ian.

He hurriedly said again:

"Your Holiness, we don't ask for egg bread, as long as we have something to eat and drink, even if it is tree roots or swill, as long as it is enough for us to survive, it is enough."

Ian was silent.

A very simple idea. In the end, the citizens of Blackwater City are not wrong. They are just afraid of being tossed around by the previous City Lords.

They finally see hope and want to take a gamble.

Unfortunately鈥?,"The more this is the case, the easier it is to be exploited.

"Your Holiness! You said that the Dawn will protect us."

The old man gritted his teeth and said hesitantly:

"But if this continues, how can everyone survive until the beginning of next month?"

"If the Dawn really exists, can you please show a miracle and save His poor children?"

Ian looked around at the citizens of Blackwater City gathered here, all staring at him expectantly.

The Dawn Church is their last hope.

However鈥?,"This just happens to coincide with Ian's plan.

Taking advantage of this incident, the Dawn Church can completely establish itself deeply in the hearts of the citizens of Blackwater City.

"Your Holiness鈥"

Seeing that Ian didn't speak, the old man continued to speak with a bitter face.

But Ian raised his hand and pressed it down with a gentle smile.

"I understand your demands. Although the Dawn does not like those who do not work for their gains, it cannot bear to see its citizens die."

Speaking, Ian raised his voice.

"I know that you all have doubts about the Dawn Church, and you do not trust the existence of the Dawn."

"However, this is not important, the Dawn loves you."

"As the Pope, the Father of the Dawn believers, next, I will convey the Dawn's compassion and bestow upon you the Dawn's protection."