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

From ancient times, wealth has stirred people's hearts.

And gold, even more so.

The Nether possesses many easily found gold ore veins, and this alone is enough to make it a paradise in the eyes of Leyar and the others.

… …

The Church of Dawn is developing very well, with food when they need food, and an army when they need an army.

In the most barren area of this Hundred-Race Alliance territory, achieving such accomplishments already surpasses ninety percent of the cities.

But this does not mean that the Church of Dawn's current development has no shortcomings.

The Church of Dawn is poor!

It has jurisdiction over Blackwater City, with more than five thousand newly fed people, plus more than three thousand desolate Winged People.

Estimating that they can scrape together a hundred gold coins would be considered wealthy.

What can a hundred gold coins buy?

Fifty low-grade horses.

One hundred finely forged swords.

Ten sets of armor.

Sustain one hundred families in the royal capital above the poverty line for a year… …

Admittedly, with the MC world, weapons, armor, warhorses, food… …

There is no shortage of anything, and the quality is even better.

But this does not mean that Ian does not need gold coins. In the early stages of the Church of Dawn's development, his demand for gold coins is still quite large.

After all, not everyone can enter the MC world, nor can everyone use MC equipment.

Purchases still need to be made.

Moreover, the Papal Army in the future cannot always use food as wages, or even directly bind them with faith, asking them to fight for Ian without wages.

Ian is not so unscrupulous.

A mature and stable economic system must be built!

With the Nether, a good place that produces gold, the construction of the Church of Dawn's economic system will also embark on a fast track.

Finally… …

The Dawn economic system replaces the Roderick Continent economic system, with economic control and faith control walking on two legs.

The benefits of this are self-evident.

And in the short term… …

Having money in your pocket keeps you calm.

… …

The location of the first arrival in the Nether is actually not bad.

Not because there are Nether gold mines right outside the door, but because the existence of that lava sea is very helpful for Ian to find the Nether Fortress.

As for resources such as soul sand and nether wart, or even ancient debris, although they have not been seen yet, now that they are here, they will come sooner or later.

This time, Ian plans to have Leyar and the others stay directly in the Nether for three or four days.

The demolition work on the Blackwater City side will also be almost completed in three or four days.

When the time comes, let Lesia and the other nuns do construction, show off some MC miracles, and pave the way for their future transition from nuns to Holy Mothers.

In addition, you can't sleep in the Nether. After staying up for three big nights here, you can go back and brush for Phantoms at night.

By then, slow-falling potions can also be made in batches.

After sorting out his plans, Ian took out an iron pickaxe, walked to Lesia's side, and squeezed her away.

“Nether gold ore is not mined like this.”

Saying that, he quickly started working, swinging the pickaxe, and in no time, a Nether gold ore was smashed out.

Unlike Leyar and the others who only dropped a few gold nuggets after digging, Ian dug out a whole piece of original Nether gold ore.

Seeing this, Leyar straightened up and looked at Ian in puzzlement.

“Young Master Ian, why is the ore we mine different? Why doesn’t yours drop gold nuggets?”

Ian waved the iron pickaxe in his hand and smiled:

“Pay attention to my pickaxe.”

“Young Master Ian, did you change to a new pickaxe? Where’s the old one?”

“The old one was recycled by the Abyss. The Abyss is a big platform, safe and reliable… …

“Ah?”

Looking at the confused expressions of Leyar and the others, Ian coughed dryly and waved his hand:

“Muscle reaction, don’t mind it.”

Since Ian said so, Leyar and the others didn’t get to the bottom of it.

Ian continued:

“Remember, in the future, when mining gold ore in the Nether, you must use a Fortune enchanted pickaxe to mine it, and then throw it into the furnace to burn.”

Markov scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

“Is there a difference?”

“Of course!”

Ian put his hands on his hips and smiled:

“How many gold nuggets do you guys drop at a time when mining gold ore?”

“It’s hard to say.”

Freyne touched her chin and recalled, then said uncertainly:

“Sometimes it drops two or three, and sometimes it can have six.”

After saying that, Freyne happily clapped her hands.

“Young Master Ian, with the gold purity of the Dawn Heaven, one gold nugget can probably be exchanged for dozens of gold coins at least.”

“In just a short while, I have mined twelve gold nuggets, earning so many, many gold coins for our Church of Dawn!”

“Young Master Ian, you’re so right, you can pick up money just by walking here!”

Ian smiled without saying a word, and rubbed Freyne’s hair.

Then he put the furnace aside.

He threw the gold ore into the furnace to smelt, and after a while, a freshly baked gold ingot was in hand.

Casually weighing the gold ingot in his hand, Ian turned around and looked at the dumbfounded Freyne and the others.

“Do you still remember how many gold nuggets make up a gold ingot?”

“Nine… … nine… …

“That’s right!”

Ian stuffed the Fortune enchanted pickaxe into the arms of Lesia, who was standing there in a daze, and finally reminded her.

“Don’t just keep digging stupidly, pay attention to the surroundings. If piglins see you mining gold, they will attack.”

Regardless of whether they listened or not, Ian went to find Ghasts in the distance to play badminton with his hands behind his back.

After a long time, Leyar finally reacted and silently started to calculate with his fingers.

One gold ore can drop one gold ingot with Fortune.

Without Fortune, taking the average value of three gold nuggets, you need to mine three ores to make up one gold ingot.

Back and forth, two gold ingots, eighteen gold nuggets, are lost out of thin air.

Convert it… …

Can't convert it at all!

That's all real money!

All gone!

“Pa!”

Markov, who had just come over, covered his face with a grievance.

“Father! Why did you hit me?”

Leyar trembled, his voice sad.

“How much money did I waste just now!”

“… … Then hit yourself! I didn’t mine many!”

Markov stared at Leyar resentfully. Leyar seemed to have aged several years in an instant, his eyes stubbornly fixed on the gold ore on the ground.

But he didn't dare to smash the pickaxe at all.

“I am the Cardinal Archbishop of the Church of Dawn, my face is useful.”

“What are you talking about? Is my face useless?”

“Stop talking nonsense!”

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ is ⊥ in ⊥ ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

Leyar glared at Markov, and then said bitterly:

“Our pickaxes don’t have Fortune. Maid Lesia, I’m counting on you.”

“I understand.”

Lesia held the iron pickaxe in her hand tightly and carefully began to collect the remaining gold ore.

… …

About a few minutes later.

“Beautiful smash! Go to hell!”

A sword shot the fireball back, killing the Ghast in the air. Ian rubbed his wrist comfortably.

Although the Ghast Tear fell into the lava and disappeared, this was also a long-lost badminton exercise for Ian after coming to the Roderick Continent.

Happiness is the most important thing.

Looking back at the listless Lesia and the others walking behind him, Ian smiled and joked.

“Made a fortune?”

Leyar’s face instantly became more bitter than Markov’s.

“Don’t make fun of us, Young Master Ian. You should have told us about these precautions earlier. We wasted so much gold!”

“I have to have a chance too!”

Ian rolled his eyes.

“As soon as you saw the gold, you shouted about paradise and making a fortune and rushed up. Your eyes were red. I didn’t dare to stop you.”

“Young Master Ian… …

“Okay, I’m not kidding. How much gold did you mine?”

Hearing this, Freyne immediately jumped out.

“I recorded it! Young Master Ian!”

“There are nine gold ingots in total, just enough to make a gold block, but… … there could have been more.”

Freyne became a little depressed as she spoke.

Ian scratched Freyne’s nose.

“It’s okay. In the Nether, gold is not a treasure. There’s as much of this stuff as you want. It’s more than enough to build you a golden house.”

“Mining is already the slowest way.”

“When you encounter piglins later, I’ll let you know what it means to earn faster than robbing.”

Everyone still trusts what Ian said, except for the sentence “The Nether is not hell.”

Furthermore, these nine gold ingots combined into a gold block, sold out, can sell for nearly ten thousand gold coins at least.

In any case, they have picked up money, so there is no need to be too greedy, and there is no need to continue to mope.

After adjusting her mentality, Lesia looked curiously at Ian, who was gesturing with a diamond enchanted sword.

“Young Master Ian, what are you doing?”

“Playing badminton. Do you want to try it?”

“Badminton?”

Lesia was a little puzzled, but she could see that Ian’s target was the thing floating on the lava sea, which looked cute but had an extremely miserable cry.

It's quite scary… …

Shuddering, Lesia hid behind Ian.

“Young Master Ian, why don’t we continue to look for gold? Or find the piglins you mentioned… …

Ian smiled and said:

“But after playing badminton, you can drop Ghast Tears. Do you know what Ghast Tears are used for?”

Leyar and the others were stunned for a moment.

This smile is so familiar, it’s like when Ian was talking about gold ore just now, he smiled like this.

After a moment of silence, Leyar said uncertainly:

“Could it be… … more important than gold?”

“Remember the Regeneration Arrows you used when fighting the demons before?”

“Ah?”

“Ghast Tears can be used to refine Regeneration Potions, with the same effect as Regeneration Arrows.”

“Ah?!”

After a chorus of exclamations, they used familiar silence to digest the news.

After a while, Markov swung his iron sword and strode to Ian’s side.

“I’ll do it!”

After saying that, he paused again, and leaned closer to Ian with a flattering face.

“Young Master Ian, how do you fight this thing?”

Ian rolled his eyes and whispered a few words to Markov.

Markov nodded thoughtfully, then stood on the cliff by the lava sea.

He stood in a horse stance, his right hand clenched into a fist and stretched forward.

His face was serious, and he gathered his energy in his dantian.

Then, in the expectant eyes of everyone.

Markov’s fist pointed his index finger and hooked it back.

“Come here!”

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