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

Chapter 59 59. Working Only Provides a Living, Robbery Makes You Rich!

Charge up, swing the sword, and then…

Failed to receive the ball, the ghast's feather shuttlecock landed.

Boom!

Accompanied by a sudden appearance of a large pit and an explosion, Markov became an astronaut.

“Tsk…”

Ian shook his head with disappointment.

This unlucky kid…

Even letting the fireball hit his face would be better than letting it explode; explosions do the most damage.

Glancing at Leyar, the old respectable man still had a calm expression, but his fists were clenched tightly.

Looking down, you could see Leyar tiptoeing, secretly peering to see if Markov was alright.

Presumably, his heart was in his throat.

But seeing Markov just climb up, covered in dirt, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, acting as if it was none of his business.

Fake.

Ian cursed inwardly and softly comforted:

“Don't worry, Markov is wearing a fully enchanted iron set; this little bit of explosion damage won’t kill him, at most it will hurt a little.”

Leyar's expression visibly showed a moment of embarrassment, then quickly raised his fist to cover his mouth and coughed.

“Master Ian is overthinking it; I wasn't worried about him, I just think this idiot got Master Ian's true teachings but can't even do this little thing.”

“It's simply too disappointing; it seems like he should have extra training. A paladin of the Church of the Dawn cannot be a good-for-nothing.”

Stubborn!

Ian curled his lip and didn't expose Leyar's true face.

“Tch!”

Markov rubbed his palms, recovered from the damage, and took out his weapon again.

“Again!”

Effort is ultimately rewarded.

Like how Markov, after being bombed for a while, finally discovered that shields can also block fireballs.

And after being bombarded by the ghast for a long time, Markov finally seized the opportunity to slap the ghast's fireball back with his sword.

Instantly, the ghast was killed instantly by its own shuttlecock.

At this moment, Markov finally understood the fun of Ian playing badminton.

Looking at the ghast in the sky that instantly fell and was killed, Markov remembered Ian's teaching, focused his energy in his dantian, and roared angrily.

“Go to hell!”

“Very good!”

Ian clapped and walked forward with a smile.

“How does it feel to break through yourself?”

“Feels great, there's a kind of…”

Markov frowned and pondered for a long time about how to describe it, and after a long time, he seriously said:

“There is a feeling of relief like being constipated for a week and then suddenly having a smooth bowel movement.”

Ian's mouth twitched, and after a long while, he sighed and patted Markov's shoulder.

“Well described, but don't describe it in the future.”

“But in any case, you did a great job. The battle with the ghast is of great help in honing your ability to seize opportunities.”

Markov smiled foolishly and eagerly said:

“It's all thanks to Master Ian's good teaching, and that ghast tear…”

Markov subconsciously opened his backpack and glanced at it, but besides the messy equipment, there was no ghast tear.

Looking back in confusion, after a long while, Markov said blankly:

“Where's my ghast tear?”

“It's gone.”

Ian replied with a smile.

Frenei pointed to the lava pool in the distance.

“Just now when the ghast died, everything it dropped went into the lava pool. Maybe you can jump down and look for it, maybe it didn't burn up.”

“…”

At this moment, the expression on Markov's face became extremely dejected, looking like his father had died.

He had worked so hard and been blown up for so long, and finally got a one-hit kill, but the spoils were gone?

How could this be summed up as just a trick of fate?

Perhaps feeling that Markov's face and attitude were really affecting unity.

Ian still spoke to comfort him:

“Alright, don't be so depressed. Anyway, through the battle with the ghast, you've honed your combat skills, that's the most important gain.”

Markov said dejectedly:

“But, didn't you say that ghast tears are more important treasures than gold?”

“Aren't there enough ghasts to farm?”

Ian beckoned.

“Leticia, Frenei, come over, I'll teach you how to farm ghast tears.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the maids excitedly took out their diamond swords and lined up.

“Master Ian, we're ready to play badminton!”

Leticia said with a firm face.

“No!”

Ian smiled and took out a pile of fishing rods that he had prepared long ago and distributed them to them.

“This time, let's use a special method.”

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After a while.

Markov watched helplessly as Leticia and the others happily threw out their fishing rods, hooked a ghast, pulled it to their side with effort, and then with a backhand sword, they took the ghast tear into their pockets.

A series of actions were smooth and flowing, and even now, no one had been blown up by a fireball.

Thinking about how he had worked so hard just now and been blown up for so long before he could barely do a badminton smash.

Markov was about to cry.

“Master Ian, you didn't teach me that way just now! You can't be so biased!”

Leyar curled his lip, and he really wanted to complain, “Is this the first day you've met Master Ian?”

But thinking about Ian's level of grudge and narrow-mindedness, Leyar still righteously said:

“What are you dissatisfied with?”

“As a paladin of the Church of the Dawn, you must have more exquisite combat abilities. Are you even comparing yourself to the maid Leticia and the others?”

Markov hurriedly shrank his head.

“No, I don't mean that, Godfather…”

“Enough nonsense, after we go back, I'll design a new training plan for you, you go and do extra training for me!”

Markov's defense was broken, and he didn't dare to say a word with his head down.

In fact, knowing that Markov's strength had increased to his previous level with the blessing of the MC world, Leyar had this idea.

Now, he was just taking advantage of the situation.

Leticia and the others were having a lot of fun, and the efficiency of collecting ghast tears was also much higher.

After a dozen minutes, the ghasts that could be hooked were also cleared out, and the rest were a bit far away.

Ian didn't plan to waste a lot of time here.

He would have to stay in the Nether for several days, and he still had to find the Nether fortress.

There were ghasts to kill along the way.

After letting Leticia and the others organize their gains, Ian led the team and randomly chose a direction to start the expedition.

Ian didn't have any way to find the Nether fortress, and the skills he learned in the game before were sometimes effective and sometimes not.

So, Ian chose the most reliable method.

Dog luck!

Ian believed that his luck after being enchanted by a hundred tons of king was able to withstand the test.

And the facts also proved that Ian had bet right, but it wasn't the Nether fortress.

… …

Ian used to hate watching idol dramas the most, because in Ian's perception, that thing was the biggest lie in the world.

But today, Ian felt that his previous understanding was still a bit arbitrary.

Not all idol dramas are false.

At least Ian, in the Nether, experienced the first idol drama scene in his life.

Turn the corner and meet love!

After passing a huge, almost right-angled corner, Ian saw it.

In a crimson forest, a zombie piglin holding a golden sword was aimlessly wandering around.

“What is this thing, so good at pretending… The sword is even gold?”

Markov came up and complained.

“It's a good friend like the villagers.”

Ian smiled meaningfully, looked around at everyone, slowly took out his weapon, the drawn sword hung at his waist, and the enchanted longbow entered his hand.

“Frenei, remember, I'll teach you another truth of the MC world.”

“Working only provides a living, robbery makes you rich!”