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

Chapter 53: The Oath of Allegiance of the Winged People

Adjusting his posture as a Holy Knight of the Dawn Church, Harun opened the door and looked at the three somewhat restrained Winged people in front of him.

Harun said softly:

“Chief Wulie’er, His Holiness the Pope invites you.”

“Thank you, Holy Knight Harun.”

Saying that, Wulie’er hurriedly grabbed Harun and whispered:

“Holy Knight Harun, what kind of posture should I maintain for my first formal audience with His Holiness the Pope? Please advise me, lest I offend His Holiness's dignity.”

Harun raised his eyes to look at the strong man in front of him and said softly:

“Just have a pious heart.”

After saying that, Harun turned around and led Wulie’er and the others through the door.

Wulie’er hurriedly muttered the greatness of the Dawn in his heart, following step by step.

As soon as he entered, he saw the high-level members of the Dawn Church sitting peacefully on both sides.

And in the first seat on the front was the Holy Pope who had recently rescued the Winged people from fire and water, and defeated the Demon Race's tens of thousands of 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 every move still showed the Pope's kindness and holiness.

It's just…

Why does Archbishop Leiaer have such a cold expression?

Could it be that the Winged people have offended Archbishop Leiaer in some way?

Wulie’er didn't dare to think too much, and quickly walked forward, then knelt down with a thud.

With the utmost piety and gratitude, he said in a muffled voice:

“Wulie’er, the current patriarch of the Winged people, formally greets His Holiness the Holy Pope, may the Dawn last forever!”

Wulie’er's wife and daughter beside him were also like Wulie’er.

“Kroni, greetings to His Holiness the Holy Pope, may the Dawn last forever!”

“Haniya, greetings to His Holiness the Holy Pope, may the Dawn last forever!”

Ian slowly raised his hand, his tone as gentle as Wulie’er had always seen.

“You three don’t need to be like this, please rise.”

“Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope.”

The three slowly got up, bowing as much as possible, focusing their eyes on Ian's shoes.

Before Wulie’er could say anything, Ian took the lead in speaking.

“Chief Wulie’er, is there anything you are not used to about joining Blackwater City as a clan?”

“Thank you for your concern, Your Holiness the Pope. Blackwater City is very good, and Father Matthew and the others are also very kind and friendly. There is nothing we are not used to.”

Wulie’er said with a look of longing:

“We are looking forward to living in Blackwater City in the future… living as devout believers and children of the Dawn!”

After saying that, Wulie’er hurriedly went straight to the point to express his intention for coming here.

“Your Holiness the Pope, thank you for personally bringing the divine power of the Dawn to rescue our Winged people. Otherwise, after today, the Winged people will surely disappear from the Rodri Continent.”

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

“You are also devout children of the Dawn. When Haniya came to ask for help, I had already seen this clearly.”

Wulie’er was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said:

“But…”

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

“Chief Wulie’er, you must understand that as long as you have a pious heart, you are children of the Dawn.”

“May I ask, does the merciful Father need gratitude to save His children who are in distress?”

“Does the compassionate Lord refuse to guide His lost lambs without thanks?”

Amazing!

Leiaer and the others were shocked in their hearts, their expressions unchanged, but the afterglow of their eyes towards Ian became more and more admiring.

How did Master Ian's brain grow?

How can he always say these canned phrases that can stir people's hearts so lightly?

This set of rhetoric must be included in the compulsory theory course for the Dawn Church clergy.

Look at Wulie’er and the others. After hearing this sentence, they knelt down on the ground again, their eyes full of tears of emotion.

In this situation, if someone dares to say something bad about the Dawn and Ian, they will desperately try to stop them.

Whoosh!

Wulie’er suddenly took out a gleaming dagger.

Before Leiaer and the others could react, he slashed his palm fiercely.

Fresh blood flowed down his palm and wrist.

Wulie’er then tore off one of his feathers, dipped it in blood, and drew a strange magic circle on the ground.

After doing all this, Wulie’er dabbed his forehead with blood, and then slammed it **** his left chest.

“Wulie’er, the forty-third generation patriarch of the Winged people, hereby swears that from this day on, as long as the Winged people exist, they will defend the glory of the Dawn with blood and life, and guard the glory of His Holiness the Pope!”

“For generations to come, the Winged people will take defending the divine power of the Dawn as their clan's foundation! If this oath is violated, the Winged people will surely have their wings rot, their tendons break, and die from blood depletion!”

“May this oath be witnessed by heaven and earth!”

A layer of hazy purple light loomed over the magic circle outlined in blood.

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

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

“Your Holiness the Pope, this is the soul contract magic that can only be activated by the will of our entire Winged clan.”

“The Winged people are poor and have no way to repay the Dawn Church. Loyalty is our only treasure!”

“I know that because of the Fallen Feather incident in the past, our Winged people are not worthy of trust, but I implore His Holiness the Pope to pay attention to our every move and let the facts speak for themselves!”

“In the future, whatever His Holiness the Pope wants is what our Winged people want!”

Ian sighed and said softly:

“Chief Wulie’er, there is no need to be like this. The Dawn never questions its children.”

“I understand, Your Holiness the Pope.”

Wulie’er pursed his lips and said firmly:

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

“What's more, being favored by the Dawn is also the luck of our Winged people!”

Ian comforted Wulie’er for a long time, and by the way, he also talked about some of the Dawn Church's clichés.

These clichés made Leiaer and the others' ears grow calluses.

He even made the three of Wulie’er burst into tears.

Finally, Ian felt that if he continued to talk, Wulie’er would probably cut his wrist again to show his loyalty.

This time, Ian asked Harun to send them out quickly.

After Wulie’er left the City Lord’s Mansion, Ian casually threw the luxurious crown on his head into Lesia’s arms.

Leaning on the sofa, he was full of exhaustion.

“It seems that I went too far in pretending to be a big shot when I solved the Demon Race before. The Winged people are now…”

They have all been fooled!

Ian didn't say the following words.

Lesia smiled and said:

“Master Ian led nineteen people and created such incredible results. Not to mention the Winged people, even the Elf race and other large clans would be like this.”

“Congratulations, Master Ian, for gaining a new group of Dawn believers with powerful strength and high loyalty. Our Dawn Church has expanded once again.”

Ian waved his hand.

“This is not important. Even if they swear an oath with such a blood oath, the assessment still needs to be carried out. After all, what we saw in the abyss cannot allow us to be careless.”

“This is not important… This is the allegiance of a large clan that used to be quite powerful in the Hundred Clan Alliance.”

Lesia couldn’t help but complain:

“Master Ian, in your eyes, what is considered important?”

“Of course, drawing the sword is important!”

Before Ian could answer, Leiaer looked at Ian eagerly.

“Master Ian, now that there are no outsiders, what exactly does drawing the sword mean? Can it be mass-produced? This is related to the future of our Dawn Church!”

“Why don’t we go to the Dawn Heavenly Kingdom to practice it now?”

Ian nodded pretentiously.

“Drawing the sword… is a very awesome weapon. As for the specific situation…”

Speaking of this, Ian paused, meeting the expectant eyes of Leiaer and Markoff and the others.

He gently patted his thigh, got up and said:

“Let’s listen to the next chapter!”

“…”

For the first time, Ian saw Leiaer’s aggrieved expression, which could be described as impatient.

He laughed in his heart, but Ian still put on a straight face.

“What? Do you have any objections!”

“I just led you to a great victory today! And rushed back for half a day in a hurry, and now I am exhausted.”

“Can you bear to let the great Pope answer your questions now?”

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

“Leave the expectations for the future. This is also a small trick to make life more interesting.”

Hearing this, Freyni suddenly looked curious:

“What trick?”

“Leaving blank space!”