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

Chapter 84 84. Dawn God Cult Organizational Structure Adjustment

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Hearing the other party call out his full name, the old king's eyes instantly cleared, and he endured his anger with difficulty:

"I have tried my best!"

"If your best is only to this extent, then I will have to judge whether to choose one of your children, for example, your third son, who seems to be a more qualified partner."

The hooded man took a deep breath, his voice sharp.

"Cold-blooded enough, brutal enough... despicable enough, I like him very much."

"No!"

The old king struggled to get up, panting as he looked at the hooded man.

"I am your most suitable partner! This is a contract, you cannot violate it!"

"Then get to work for me!"

A roar as harsh as a sharp object scratching glass, brought with it a fierce gust of wind that rustled the gauze curtains.

The hooded man's blue-black claws gripped the old king's neck, and he whispered hoarsely:

"The Lord's patience with you is running out! So is mine..."

"Old thing, for the sake of your sincerity, I'll give you one last chance!"

As he spoke, he popped out that drop of scarlet liquid and injected it into the old king's mouth.

In an instant, the dying old king visibly perked up.

The black-robed man retreated from the gauze curtain, his figure becoming more and more blurred, only those three cold blood-colored vertical pupils stabbed the old king, making him feel cold all over.

"I won't pursue the previous matter with you for now. The Lord needs to know what the origin of the Dawn God Cult created by the remnants of the Fobos family is."

"Who is supporting them behind the scenes?"

"What is the origin of those strange monsters in Tree Crown City, and why do they appear and disappear out of thin air!"

"In addition, within a month, you better find me one of those infected monsters, otherwise..."

"I will have a good chat with your son, as for you... we don't need trash!"

The revitalized old king's face was instantly filled with anger, and he suddenly stood up, his whole body's surging knight's fighting spirit transforming into a purple-black flame wave.

"Trash? What qualifications do you have to say that to me?"

"Don't forget! If it weren't for my help, you would still be hunted down by that damn Fobos, living in the gutter!"

"If it weren't for my help, could you have found the Winged Clan's residence?"

"Don't forget, this is not your territory!"

The black-robed figure smiled sinisterly.

"It will be soon..."

"Old fellow, don't forget, who is keeping your cheap life going! Who took the initiative to seek cooperation with us?"

"As long as I can continue to be a noble, whether it's a noble of the human race or a noble of the demon race, I don't care!"

"Old thing, you won't forget this sentence, will you?"

The old king's face was uncertain, and finally, he slowly dissipated the fighting spirit on his body.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:

"In any case, the druid mages of the Elven race have already come, including the youngest one, who has the best chance of becoming the next generation of Elven Queen."

"At least in this matter, I did not fail! You have no right to criticize me!"

"I will keep an eye on Tree Crown City, I don't believe that a mere druid mage can solve all those monsters!"

"I will do the work I should do, you just need to prepare what I want! Don't forget, my contract is with that Lord!"

The black-robed man laughed a few times with an unclear meaning, but the laughter was particularly harsh.

"Of course, we are not as hypocritical as you humans, the great demons value the promise of the contract the most..."

The black-robed figure gradually faded away, and the last voice remained here.

"Prepare three thousand fat sheep, we need to eat..."

Only the old king was left in the bedroom.

After a long time, the old king couldn't help but burst into anger, cursing:

"Damn things! Damn! Damn!"

"When things are done, I will definitely have that Lord cut you into a thousand pieces!"

After a meaningless smashing, the old king took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Dean!"

"Your Majesty."

From the shadows, a short, thin, ordinary-looking old man quietly emerged.

The old king said in a deep voice:

"Go and grab three thousand refugees and send them to the old place. Also, go and investigate Blackwater City yourself to see who is supporting the remnants of the Fobos family behind the scenes."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Dean replied expressionlessly, and then said:

"Your Majesty, the Third Prince does not seem to intend to honestly go to Ginkgo City..."

"Let your eldest disciple follow him."

"Monitor him?"

The old king closed his eyes, and after a long time, his tone was cold:

"When necessary, let him fulfill his filial duty!"

"Yes!"

Dean was like an emotionless machine, nodding indifferently in agreement, and then submerged into the shadows and left like flowing water.

The old king walked to the window, hiding in the shadows and looking out at the palace.

After a long time, the old king raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, glancing at the blue-black scales that had spread to his wrist.

"As long as I can continue to live, whether I'm human or demon... it's all the same!"

...

Starting Place.

Fishli was carrying a bucket of water towards her temporary residence.

The passing aunt smiled and waved to Fishli.

"Miss Fishli, are you planting trees again?"

"Yes, Aunt Gliss, are you going to pray?"

"Yes, my son is participating in the Church Army assessment, I'm going to pray to the great Dawn, hoping that he can be successfully selected."

"The Dawn blesses, he definitely will!"

"Then I'll take your good words."

After greeting the newly acquainted Dawn believers along the way, Fishli returned to the house she had temporarily rented.

Kalifa was training in the yard, and when she saw Fishli coming back, she quickly greeted her.

"Lord Fishli, I'll do it."

"It's alright, Kalifa, you can continue your training. It's not like I'm completely helpless," Fishley said with a smile, dodging Kalifa's hand. As she watered the trees, she continued, "The church handed out bread and eggs today. Aunt Luanna shared a piece with me, and it tasted amazing. It's such a shame you missed it, Kalifa."

Watching Fishley busying herself, completely shedding the appearance of a noble druid mage, Kalifa suddenly said, "Lady Fishley seems to really like it here."

"Yes!" Fishley didn't deny it, and said with emotion, "This city is magical and great, full of hope."

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"The believers who live here always hold a kind, warm, and devout heart. No matter who it is, as long as they respect their beliefs, they will be warmly welcomed."

"Kalifa, you know my talent. My probing spell can sense the purest emotions in people's hearts."

"Here, every moment I feel only pure friendliness and kindness. Every moment here is very comfortable."

As she spoke, Fishley looked longing and said, "I really wonder what kind of deity the Dawn is, and how great the Pope is as a leader, that he could build such a great and sincere city in the borderlands of the Hundred Races Alliance."

"Especially since the humans here aren't muddleheaded like in other places. They understand what they want, and they understand even more that the Demon Race is an eternal enemy with whom they can never coexist."

"Honestly, this is too rare, Kalifa."

Kalifa remained silent. After a long while, she looked up at the towering pillar of light in the distance.

"Perhaps this is what the 'Divine Oracle Scripture' speaks of: a person is complete because they are incredibly clear about what they want."

"This is all hope that faith gives them."

In fact, Kalifa had something else to say.

She also really liked it here. If possible, she even hoped to live here in the future.

The people here seemed to have no prejudice.

Whether it was towards the Winged Race, who had committed great mistakes in the past, or towards her, an elf with skin that wasn't snow-white鈥?,"This was something even the Elven Race couldn't do.

"What are you thinking about? Kalifa?" Fishley looked at Kalifa curiously, who shook her head.

"It's nothing, Lady Fishley. Let me help you water the plants."

Fishley didn't refuse, and instructed, "Water that side first. Oh, right, I went to see Father Matthew this morning. I plan to buy this house so that we can have a long-term place to stay when we come here in the future."

"I have a feeling that we might be here for a long time in the future. Father Matthew has already agreed, so, Kalifa, this will be our home from now on."

Kalifa was stunned for a moment. Looking at Fishley's pure smile, she seemed to understand something.

She felt a little touched, but she still lowered her head and fiddled with the bucket, avoiding Fishley's gaze, and gave a muffled "Mm."

Fishley pursed her lips, originally wanting to take this opportunity to chat with Kalifa, but suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Miss Fishley!" A young girl poked her head in and quickly said, "Father Matthew asked me to bring you a message."

"His Holiness the Pope and the Archbishops have emerged from seclusion and have summoned Father Matthew and the others to His Holiness's residence for a meeting."

"Father Matthew said that you can prepare yourselves. He will speak to His Holiness about your matter."

Upon hearing this, Fishley was overjoyed. After exchanging a glance with Kalifa, she handed the little girl a piece of candy.

"Thank you."

After seeing the little girl off, Fishley said urgently, "Quick, call Henderson and the others to wait in front of His Holiness's residence."

"Should we call everyone?"

"No, only bring Henderson and Lan Luo. The others are not to leave their rooms. Don't let His Holiness misunderstand us."

"Yes! Lady Fishley."

鈥?,"On the other side.

The Pope's Residence.

Ian brought Layal and the others back to the Rhode Continent. After cleaning up, he arrived at the conference room full of energy.

As soon as he entered, he saw Matthew, Uriel, Hania, and other high-ranking clergy members of the Church of the Dawn.

"Your Holiness!" Everyone stood up in unison, looking at Ian with eyes full of worship. The latter chuckled and waved his hand, signaling everyone to sit down.

What Hania and the others noticed was that the golden scepter that Ian had always carried was gone.

In its place was a staff that was also golden, but radiated a comforting aura.

The top was inlaid with a golden gem. Staring at it for a while actually gave them a great sense of security.

It was obviously a sacred object bestowed by the Dawn!

As soon as Ian sat down, Uriel couldn't wait to say, "Your Holiness, the Church of the Dawn has been developing very smoothly recently, except for Ginkgo City and other cities adjacent to the Canopy City鈥"

Before he could finish speaking, Ian raised his hand and interrupted Uriel.

"Let's not mention these things for now."

Ian smiled and looked around at everyone, and said quietly, "This meeting will last a long time. We'll talk about the development of the Church of the Dawn later."

"Right now, we first need to arrange a task that concerns the eternal plan of the Church of the Dawn."

Waving his hand, Freynee stepped forward and handed Ian her notebook.

Ian's expression became serious.

"Today, we will complete a revolutionary system restructuring of the Church of the Dawn here."

"The theme of this meeting is also called the Organizational Structure Adjustment of the Church of the Dawn!"