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

Chapter 52 52. How to smoothly put on a good show

“After winning a battle, logically speaking, there should be rewards upon returning to the city, but this time, the war was personally led by His Greatness.

It's like the monarch leading the expedition in person, who can reward him?

Therefore, shaking hands with the people of Dawn and kindly caring about their lives and whether they have any problems that need to be solved.

If there are any difficulties that need help, that is the best choice.

During this period, someone will definitely keep asking, "Your Greatness, how did you annihilate such a number of demons with just twenty people?"

Remember, at this time, you must not boast about how wonderful your operation was!

No matter how much the people beg to know a little bit of information, just say with a gentle expression.

"Under the protection of Dawn, is there any reason why we shouldn't win in battle?"

After that, turn the tables and ask, "How is the grain harvest?"

"Is there anything uncomfortable about the current housing environment?"

"Is life better than before?"

The believers of Dawn are left with only raising their hands, jumping up and down, and tearfully expressing their piety and gratitude to Dawn.

In this way, it not only highlights the disdain for the demons, the enemies of this war, but also expresses a core point of view.

Compared to the incredible feat of twenty people defeating the demons, the great and merciful Dawn is more concerned about the three meals a day of every child of Dawn.

As for how incredible this war is, the great scholars of the Winged Clan will naturally debate for Dawn!”

《Internal Archives of the Holy See》【Top Secret】

In the thirteenth year of the Light Era, Pope Layal held an internal training meeting for senior clergy in the Holy See.

Quoting the material from the time when the great God-King of Light first led the victory in the war, he demonstrated the topic of "The key to putting on a good show lies in contrast".

Later, it was compiled into a paper, "How to Put on a Good Show Smoothly", and published in the internal journal of the Holy See's high-level.

……

Back inside the City Lord's Mansion.

At this time, only Ian and Layal and their own people were left.

Therefore, Ian didn't have to continue to maintain his profound, gentle, and approachable image.

He plopped himself down on the soft sofa, placing the pearly papal crown under his head as a pillow.

Then, he put his legs on Resia's lap, asking her to massage the stiff calf muscles from riding the horse.

The current Ian no longer has the sacred majesty he had in front of outsiders, he is simply the most ordinary young man.

However, as the saying goes, there are no outsiders here.

Old Matthew took the Winged Clan to find a place to settle down in the city. In the future, both the Winged Clan and the Human Clan will settle in Blackwater City.

However, there is no need for ethnic distinctions anymore. They only have one identity: children of Dawn.

The spoils of this battle, the corpses of the Mind-Flayers and the magical beasts, were handed over to the Winged Clan and Old Matthew to clean up.

This also gave them a chance to communicate about the process of the war.

First, it was to let the citizens of Blackwater City more deeply understand the divine power of Dawn.

Second, it was also to give them a chance to get to know each other.

Third…

Ian can also rest as soon as possible and get out of that masked state.

The skin of God and Pope is really comfortable to use. At every turn, there are mountain shouts and tsunami, believers jumping up and down, and every word and deed will be magnified and studied.

To put it bluntly, even if Ian farts, Old Matthew and the others can blush and argue over who smelled it and who didn't.

But once this skin is worn, it is difficult to take it off.

Ian is not a god, and he doesn't like being a god high above.

Even if he is helpless, he wants to preserve his last piece of pure humanity.

At the very least, in front of Layal and the others, he can be himself without any burden.

Layal and the others can also be regarded as a layer of insurance that Ian left for himself.

Lest he forget that his last name is Forbes in the future.

“It’s still comfortable here…”

Ian stretched his waist and changed his leg to let Resia massage him.

“It’s still very tiring to pretend to be a badass every day. After this time, I’m going to squat in the MC world for a while to get rid of the work vibe on my body.”

“I think Young Master Ian, you are enjoying the enthusiasm of the people for you.”

Resia teased, and Ian curled his lips.

“Who doesn’t enjoy enthusiasm, but boundless enthusiasm can easily make me forget who I am.”

“Forget it, let’s not talk about this.”

Ian turned over and got up, knocking away Resia's hand that was gradually running into a dangerous area.

He took out the crystal left after defeating the abyss before.

“Layal, have you seen this thing before?”

Hearing this, Layal put down the work in his hand, came over to examine it carefully for a moment, and frowned:

“Such pure energy… without a trace of flaws, strange.”

“This thing, one piece can create a knight like the old man, Young Master Ian, where did you get it?”

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

“The Abyss.”

“What?”

Layal was shocked.

“The Abyss… can such pure and clean power be born?”

Ian didn't need to hide anything from Layal and the others, and told them what he saw when he defeated the Abyss.

After a long time, Layal frowned and pondered.

“It’s unreasonable… I followed the old man and fought side by side. The old man defeated two abysses, and I have never seen this situation.”

“However… according to what you said, the situation is very bad.”

“If the Abyss is really controlled by the demons, then there is no safety to be said even if there is a natural chasm between us.”

“And the winged demon you mentioned… the only winged demons among the demons are the Leviathan under the King of Jealousy and the Succubus under the King of Lust.”

“But the wings of these two types of demons do not match the wings you mentioned at all.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Resia's eyes lit up, and she said thoughtfully:

“Actually, we have forgotten a group of demons…”

“Those Winged people who fell to darkness back then, if they are still alive, they must be members of the Demon race, and their appearance perfectly matches the Black-Winged Demons that Young Master Ian described.”

Ian nodded.

“I also suspect this, but if that's the case, things become very strange.”

“That batch of Winged people, according to Wu Lie'er and the others, were forced to fall due to the Soul-Stealing Array. After so many years, they shouldn't still be controlled, right?”

“Moreover, if it's really as we think, and the Abyss is controlled by the Demon race, then many of the unreasonable aspects of this attack become reasonable.”

“Pinpointing the hidden location of the Winged people with such precision, based on this alone, I have reason to suspect that the Black-Winged Demons are the masterminds behind it.”

“But why would they have the Demon race attack the Winged people? If we weren't there, the Winged people would have truly been annihilated.”

Everyone was silent. After a long while, Leial shook his head and said softly:

“Young Master Ian, what you said is worth considering, but there won't be any answers in the short term.”

“Based on this matter, I suggest that you give the Winged people a period of testing. Don't trust them too quickly.”

Ian did not refute Leial, and nodded slightly.

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“I think so too. Let them stay in Blackwater City for now. Markov, you pay attention to their actions.”

“In our territory, even if they really have problems, they won't be able to cause any trouble.”

Leial smiled with satisfaction. After a moment, he added:

“Regarding the issue of Abyss crystals, the Human race has solved few Abyss problems and doesn't have much data.”

“I suggest that you ask the Elven race and the Behemoth race if you have the opportunity.”

“The Elven race has existed the longest and has the most wise people, while the Behemoth race has defeated the most Abyss instances. They might know something.”

Ian rolled his eyes helplessly.

“I'd like to... but how can you just visit those great races whenever you want? Moreover, the Behemoth race has always looked down on the Human race, so there's no point in talking to them.”

“Then you need to bring both the Elven race and the Behemoth race under the light of the Dawn.”

Leial looked at Ian with a smile.

“Young Master Ian, keep it up. We believe in you.”

“You really know how to flatter me.”

Ian complained, but he didn't object. The Elven race and the Behemoth race were also part of his plan.

If even one race in the Hundred Races Alliance doesn't believe in the Dawn, then it means Ian is not a qualified Pope.

Leial suddenly sat up straight, staring at Ian with bright eyes.

“The issue of flattery can be discussed later.”

“Young Master Ian, you should also explain why you suddenly have such powerful swordsmanship? Even the Master couldn't do that!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Markov, who was lying like a corpse, suddenly jumped up, staring at Leial with a bewildered expression.

“Who? Young Master Ian? Swordsmanship?!”

“Young Master Ian instantly killed the Mind-Stealing Demon Commander with an extremely simple and perfect sword strike, beheading him. He didn't use pure strength, but rather consummate swordsmanship!”

Leial explained softly, but his eyes remained fixed on Ian.

Markov was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

Smack!

Then, Markov covered his red and swollen cheek, on the verge of tears.

“I'm not dreaming!”

“Idiot! Shut up!”

Leial glared at Markov fiercely, then looked at Ian expectantly.

“Young Master Ian, did you awaken your past life's wisdom?”

Ian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

“What are you talking about? How would I know any sword skills? Leial, aren't you the clearest about my swordsmanship talent?”

“But I clearly saw…”

Before he could finish speaking, Ian smiled and patted the white scabbard hidden at his waist.

“Leial, do you believe that there is a sword in the world that, as long as you hold it, you will naturally master all kinds of consummate sword skills?”

Leial originally wanted to deny it immediately, but when he thought about the many incredible things Ian had done,

and then thought about the absurdity of the MC world,

after a moment of silence, Leial said firmly:

“I believe it!”

Ian smiled brightly and gently stroked the white scabbard.

“This sword is called White Scabbard. It is a magical drawing sword…”

“It is because of this drawing sword that I don't need to learn, and I can instantly master all kinds of incredible sword skills.”

Instantly, everyone's eyes focused on the White Scabbard with fervent gazes.

“Drawing sword…”

Leial murmured softly, just about to quickly ask about the situation and origin of the drawing sword.

If there are no accidents, this thing is another product of the MC world.

According to the absurdity of the MC world, this thing can probably be mass-produced…

This is amazing!

We're about to take off!

The more Leial thought about it, the more excited he became, and he immediately opened his mouth.

“Young Master Ian…”

But before he could speak, Harlen walked in quickly and said in a low voice:

“Young Master Ian, Winged Clan Chief Wu Lie'er is here with his wife and daughter to request an audience.”

Instantly, Leial sat back with a dark face.

Being able to see this old gentleman's wonderful facial expressions is quite interesting.

Ian chuckled secretly, took the miter that Freya handed over, and adjusted it.

Adjusting his state, he instantly returned to the holy and gentle Pope.

“Please let them in.”

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