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

Chapter 23: Sending a Few Zombies as Gifts

West of Blackwater City lies Treant Town.

Inside a resplendent castle, two portly nobles in lavish attire were tearing apart roasted beast meat with utter disregard for decorum.

The gray-haired man narrowed his eyes slightly, caressing the sapphire on his gold ring.

“Calculating the time, things should have started in Blackwater City by now, right?”

“Perhaps it's already over.”

The other, a blond, fat noble, chuckled.

“Can it succeed? Don't let that little bastard run away again…”

A trace of sinister intent flashed in the gray-haired noble's eyes as he added:

“That old codger is quite strong. Last time, during the ambush outside Songlan City, he resolved it single-handedly; otherwise, we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble.”

“Rest assured, there's definitely no problem this time!”

The blond noble smiled confidently, pulling over a maidservant and running his greasy hand over her body.

“That old codger is just like that old geezer Forbes—full of womanly kindness. When facing those lowly commoners, he can't even grip his sword tightly.”

“Once the riot starts, that old codger and his adopted son will be separated from the commoners.”

“To ensure absolute success, I also had people contact the Blackwater City Defense Force. If necessary, they will also step in to stop others.”

“In the surging crowd, they will all be scattered, and then we can deal with that little bastard…”

The blond noble made a cutting motion across his neck and laughed heartily.

“Then, we can rest easy.”

Hearing this, the gray-haired noble couldn't help but relax his brow, a hint of relief on his face.

“Keep the few maids beside that little bastard. My son has been longing for them for a long time.”

As he spoke, the gray-haired noble sneered.

“Just a few lowly maids. I tried to buy them from that short-lived ghost before, but he wouldn't sell and even righteously accused me!”

“For the sake of a few wenches, he actually insulted a noble! Serves him right for dying early! This time, bring those wenches back, and I will personally train them!”

The blond noble chuckled.

“Don't worry, as long as that little bastard dies, the Forbes family's last inheritance will be ours. Just a few maids…”

Perhaps he was too excited, as the blond noble's grip unconsciously tightened.

The maidservant cried out, and the tray in her hands clattered to the ground, shattering the glass cup into pieces.

For a moment, the area fell silent.

Coming back to her senses, the maidservant was horrified and hurriedly knelt on the ground.

“Lord, spare me! Lord, spare me!”

The blond noble glanced at the colorful shards of glass shimmering under the sunlight and waved his hand with a smile.

“It's okay, clean it up and leave.”

“Thank… Thank you, Lord!”

The maidservant trembled as she crawled over.

The next moment, a sinister gust of wind struck from above.

Bang!

Accompanied by a muffled thud, a headless corpse lay on the ground.

The blond noble smiled as he pulled out a handkerchief, wiping the scarlet blood from his hand.

“In short, this arrangement is foolproof. We just need to wait for the good news from over there.”

“Once that little bastard dies, we'll officially move into Songlan City. When that time comes, I'll host a banquet at my mansion; you must honor me with your presence.”

The gray-haired noble smiled as he raised his glass in a distant toast.

“Alas! Let me do it first. I've already contacted the Third Prince, and he has agreed to attend the banquet.”

“Oh? You've prepared early!”

The blond noble laughed heartily, raising his glass and saying:

“Let's celebrate our elimination of the obstacle! And our move into Songlan City!”

“Congratulations! Congratulations!”

The crisp sound of glasses clinking echoed as the two drank their fill. In the corners unseen by each other, their gazes were similarly sinister.

“Old codger… Next, you're the one who's going to die!”

With a thousand waves of turmoil churning in their hearts, they couldn't help but address each other as brothers.

The evil of human nature seemed to be thoroughly promoted among the nobles.

…

“Cleveland, Lyman…”

Looking at the two names on the slip of paper, Ian's gaze was as calm as water.

“Both the Cleveland and Lyman families are earl families, but their strength used to be somewhat inferior to our Forbes family.”

Lyle, who had returned after the recruitment of believers, sat to Ian's left and said softly:

“The Cleveland and Lyman families are both based in Treant Town.”

“The heads of both families are knights, but even compared to me, let alone the old master, their strength is much weaker.”

“Not long ago, among the forces that attacked our Forbes family and drove us out of Songlan City, they were the most active.”

At this point, Lyle's face was filled with hatred.

“Back during the Fourth Anti-Demon War, the old master saved these two old dogs' lives on the Birca Principality front; otherwise, these two families would have been gone long ago.”

“Now that the old master has disappeared, they can't wait to repay kindness with hatred and even think about cutting off the roots? Truly beasts!”

Ian burned the slip of paper on the candle and said softly:

“This is human nature.”

The riot of Blackwater City's citizens was indeed premeditated.

Even on the way to Blackwater City, these people had come ahead to make arrangements.

As Ian expected, all three captains of the City Defense Force had been in contact with people from these two families.

They had the City Defense Force disband and rest today, in order to take advantage of the chaos during the riot to wipe out the Forbes family in one fell swoop.

After seeing the names of these two families, Ian understood without needing Harlan to explain.

“Young Master Ian, what are your plans?”

Lyle pondered for a moment and said in a low voice:

“I understand that our Dawn Church has just established itself in Blackwater City and gained the support of the people. Logically speaking, now is a good opportunity to develop.”

“But these two wolf-hearted and dog-lunged families can do such things, so naturally, they won't sit back and watch us continue to develop. As expected, there will be other actions next.”

“Should I take a trip?”

Ian leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes to ponder.

After a long while, Ian said calmly:

“We need to make a trip. It’s not the thief you fear, but being targeted by one. It’s quite troublesome to constantly have these things causing problems.”

“However, I’m not sending you to behead them. Although those two old geezers aren't as strong as you, Treecrown City is, after all, their stronghold. I fear you might not return.”

“Moreover, things haven’t been peaceful lately. The frequency of Abyss Demon appearances has increased, and Blackwater City needs someone to guard it.”

Royal wasn't anxious. After the MC trip, he now believed in Ian unconditionally.

He simply watched Ian quietly, waiting for his next words.

The next moment, Ian opened his eyes.

“Tomorrow, we’ll return to the MC world and catch some zombies. When the time comes, we’ll send these zombies to Treecrown City.”

Royal was stunned for a moment, hesitating:

“These zombies, they shouldn’t be able to kill them, right? Even though the zombies are very strong.”

“Without Master Ian's constitution buff, I also have difficulty dealing with these zombies on the Rodri Continent, but Treecrown City has thousands of soldiers.”

“They can grind them to death.”

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Ian grinned, saying faintly:

“I didn’t intend for the zombies to kill them either. In short, you’ll understand when the time comes.”

Throwing the zombies into Treecrown City, with their strength, they will definitely be able to injure many people unfamiliar with zombie characteristics before they die.

And once injured, without Ian's constitution buff, the Treecrown City nobles are not even comparable to the villagers in the MC world.

They will inevitably all be infected and become zombie villagers.

Don't the Cleveland and Lyman families like to use the power of the people?

Tit for tat, Ian will also let them see what the true power of the people is.

Hopefully, the zombie plague will satisfy them.

Ian's thoughts went beyond that.

Killing is the worst method.

Besides venting anger, it's useless. This does not meet the long-term development requirements of the Church.

Treecrown City is only a three-day horse ride from Blackwater City, which is why the Cleveland and Lyman families were able to deploy in Blackwater City in advance.

A huge plain lies between the two cities, which is very suitable for farming.

When the zombie plague in Treecrown City escalates, it may even affect ordinary people.

Ian will lead the Dawn Church's Paladin Legion to attack, purifying Treecrown City in the name of Dawn.

At that time, Ian can always produce splash-type potions of weakness and golden apples.

He will save those innocent people in front of the citizens of Treecrown City, demonstrating the miracle of Dawn.

Treecrown City will immediately become the next farmland of faith for the Dawn Church.

Thinking about it this way, Ian is quite grateful to the Cleveland and Lyman families for preparing the reason for expansion for him.

Demons are rampant, and the people are living in misery.

Since the Hundred Races Alliance has been unable to deal with the demons, then they should step aside and let the Dawn Church take over.

Returning to his senses, Ian looked at Royal.

“How was today's recruitment work?”

“Perfect!”

A smile also appeared on Royal's face.

“With Master Ian's miracle of Dawn, the entire population of Blackwater City is fanatical.”

“They don't want any egg bread anymore. Countless people are scrambling to become official believers as soon as possible.”

“In my opinion, the entire population of Blackwater City now basically believes in our Dawn Church.”

“Many people also begged me to tell you that they want to recruit more people every day. They are willing to pay to join the Dawn Church and even want to build a golden statue for you.”

Ian smiled and waved his hand.

“A golden statue is unnecessary. Keep it at five hundred people per day, or even reduce it appropriately, to maintain the Dawn Church's prestige.”

“Also, gather all the believers another day to hold the Dawn Church's first prayer service.”

“Coincidentally, Markov, you take people over to select and form the Dawn Church's own Papal Army.”

Ian stood up.

“In the future, in the territories controlled by the Dawn Church, there will be no organizations like city defense forces, only our Dawn Church's own Papal Army.”

“If there are stronger knights and children with good talents, recruit them to form the Papal Knight Order.”

“The power of the army must be firmly controlled in our hands with faith.”

Master Ian is going to do great things!

This thought flashed through the minds of Royal and the others. They exchanged glances and smiled knowingly.

“Yes, Master Ian!”

Ian walked to the wall hanging with the Blackwater City urban planning map.

The City Lord's Mansion is not in the very center of Blackwater City, but in the north.

This makes it easier for Ian to plan.

After thinking for a while, Ian pointed to the center of Blackwater City.

“Is there any building in this area?”

Royal came over to take a look and shook his head.

“No, Master Ian, this is a square. It used to be where Blackwater City mobilized troops.”

Ian took the pen handed over by Freya and circled it in red.

“Here, we will build the Dawn Church's first church.”

“The surrounding area will be a commercial district built around the church in the name of the Dawn Church.”

“In the future, the church will be the core area of the Dawn Church. After the church is built, tell all believers.”

“Every week, they must go to the church to pray once, making this a habit ingrained in their bones.”

Royal recorded quickly, and after a while, said softly:

“Understood, Master Ian, I will contact the workers immediately.”

But before Royal could leave, Ian stopped him.

“What workers are you looking for?”

“What should we do then?”

Ian smiled without saying a word, and after a while, said softly:

“Show the miracle of Dawn.”