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

Chapter 91: Fishley's Information: Are Humans Being Isolated?

This was the first time the Elves had set foot in the Papal Residence, a sacred place in the hearts of the Dawn believers, as holy as the Dawn Church in the Land of Origin.

Even more mysterious and sacred than the Dawn Church, according to the believers of the Dawn God.

Here, one is closer to the Dawn, closer to Heaven.

Fishley and the other three sat somewhat reservedly on the soft sofa, their backs ramrod straight.

Only a few nuns were present.

Unexpectedly, the nuns, whom the Dawn God's followers probably prayed to every day, worked as meticulously as maids.

However, Fishley and the others didn't dare to look too closely.

If it had been before, Fishley might have upheld the pride of the Elves, striving to speak with the Pope on equal terms with the mindset of "a great clan engaging in diplomacy should naturally be magnanimous."

But now…

Honestly, she didn't dare.

Not to mention the Dawn Knights who regarded death as home, the Ender Dragon was still somewhere out there.

Fishley was afraid that her improper wording might cause the Ender Dragon to spit on her.

Her small body couldn't withstand that.

After sitting for a while, Ian still hadn't appeared, so Fishley began to let her mind wander and observe her surroundings.

Unexpectedly, the Papal Residence, which was incredibly sacred in the hearts of believers, didn't have the legendary divine radiance that was forever shrouded in dawn.

It looked like an ordinary residence, even more low-key and simple than the residences of human nobles.

Spacious and bright, clean and tidy, furniture neatly arranged—these were probably all the adjectives one could think of.

Living here should be comfortable.

But whether it was due to psychological reasons or something else, Fishley could distinctly feel the aura of divine majesty here.

Simply put, it was as if sitting here, one was constantly being purified.

While she was pondering, the sound of footsteps descending the stairs came from a distance.

Soon, Ian arrived, accompanied by Leyar, Lesia, and Freya.

Fishley and the others hurriedly stood up, but were stunned again when they saw Ian.

The triple thorn golden halo crown on his head was gone, and the mysterious golden staff he always held in his hand was also missing.

He was only still wearing the gold and white mianpao.

He lacked a trace of unattainable divinity and had a touch more gentle and approachable humanity.

Only then did Fishley and the others abandon the aura of the Pope and observe Ian.

This figure of faith in the hearts of the Dawn God's followers was also a handsome young man.

However, in the Elven race, which was accustomed to handsome men and beautiful women, appearance wasn't something they paid attention to.

At most, they just felt that His Holiness the Pope possessing such a face made the identity of the Pope even more perfect.

"Your Holiness the Pope."

When Ian approached, Fishley and the others finally reacted. This time, they chose the same respectful address as the Dawn God's followers.

"Please sit, there's no need to be reserved. You are honored guests."

Ian sat down with a smile, took the tea handed over by a nun, and took a sip.

Fishley and the others quickly sat down, their backs even straighter.

Before they could say anything, the nuns served them tea one by one.

"Have a taste."

Ian put down his teacup, leaned back on the sofa, and appeared more casual.

"This isn't ordinary tea."

Hearing this, Fishley and the others lowered their heads and glanced at the teacup, in which floated a pure white flower they had never seen before.

Since Ian had said so, even if they were anxious, they still picked up the teacups and took a sip in agreement.

Originally, Fishley only intended to compliment the tea praised by the Pope, but after this sip, her eyes immediately lit up.

"Delicious!"

Fishley only said one sentence before quickly picking it up again and drinking it all in one gulp.

Finally, she looked at Ian with some surprise.

"What kind of magic flower is this? It actually has the effect of slowly restoring magic power and mental strength? Your Holiness the Pope, where were these flowers found?"

Elves were children of nature, loving flowers and plants to the core.

Now that they felt the peculiarity of this flower, they naturally couldn't help but ask.

"These are flowers picked and bestowed by the Dawn from its own Heaven, named Seaside Chrysanthemum, not found on the continent of Rodri."

Ian replied with a smile, and then said:

"If you like them, I can give you some."

Fishley pursed her lips and asked uncertainly:

"Is that alright?"

"Just some flowers, it's nothing to us."

Saying that, Ian put down the teacup and looked at Fishley and the others carefully.

"Bishop Matthew has told me your intentions, including your identities."

"Matthew… Bishop?"

Fishley was a little puzzled. In her memory, wasn't Leyar the only bishop?

"The Dawn God's Church adjusted its organizational structure, and Matthew made outstanding contributions, so he has now been promoted to Diocesan Bishop."

Ian casually explained, then said with interest:

"I think the zombie crisis in Treecrown City shouldn't be your main purpose, right?"

Fishley was silent.

If it had been before, she would have said without hesitation that this was the main purpose.

The restoration of life that had been transformed into undead creatures had never had such a precedent in the long history of anti-magic on the continent of Rodri.

This matter alone was enough to shock the Hundred Clan Alliance.

But now…

This matter didn't seem that important anymore.

Having seen Ian control the dragon, having seen the endless miracles of the Land of Origin, having seen the terrifying army of the Dawn God's Church…

Zombified humans?

It was just another ordinary miracle of the Dawn God's Church.

To worry about how these zombies could be restored to humans seemed a bit petty in the current situation.

After a moment, Fishley nodded with a wry smile.

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope, this matter is no longer important now."

"So you're still so eager to see me, why?"

Ian asked casually, with an expression as if he had seen through everything.

Fishley pursed her lips, glanced at Carlifa and the others. She didn't want them to know about the problem with the Ancient Tree of Life.

Not because of trust, but because…

The Ancient Tree of Life was of great importance. It was the lifeblood of the Elven race. If the clansmen knew that there was a problem with the Ancient Tree of Life, there would be chaos.

Seeing Fishley's hesitation, Ian didn't waste time.

"Alright, since you don't want to say it yet, then let me speak first."

Freya opened the thick notebook and began to record. Ian leaned forward and said calmly:

"The Elven race understands the Abyss very well. This understanding far exceeds the imagination of the Hundred Clan Alliance."

"You can even clearly state the scale of the Abyss that appeared today, whether there are armies inside, and even that it belongs to the Domain of Arrogance."

"I think your investigation skills don't have this ability, is it experience?"

Looking at Fishley's somewhat evasive gaze, Ian's tone became heavier.

"How much do you know about the Abyss? What is the crystal that fell from the Abyss? Why is there such pure energy?"

"The Dawn God's Church is a steadfast anti-magic front. With our strength, I don't think you need to hide anything. This has a great impact on our subsequent use of troops against the demons."

Fishley lowered her head and thought for a long time, the Ender Dragon of Ian, the miracles and legions of the Dawn God's Church flashed back in her mind.

After a long time, she finally gritted her teeth and strengthened her thoughts.

She raised her head and glanced at Ian, then looked at Lesia and the others.

Ian understood Fishley's thoughts, leaned back on the sofa, and said calmly:

"These are all the most loyal clergy members of my Dawn God's Church. If you don't even trust them, I don't think there's any need for us to talk anymore."

Hearing this, Fishley nodded with a wry smile and finally slowly opened her mouth.

"Your Holiness the Pope, the Elven race does indeed have a much greater understanding of the Abyss and the demons than the human race imagines, but this is not just our Elven race."

"This information is known to the high-level members of the Dragon Race, Dwarf Race, Giant Race, Mermaid Race, Beamon Race, Titan Race, and other major races of the Hundred Clan Alliance."

Ian raised an eyebrow.

"For the time being, the human race can be considered a major race in the Hundred Clan Alliance, right? Why is the human race excluded?"

"Your Holiness the Pope, it's not that we're isolating the human race."

Fishley sighed, her tone somewhat unfriendly.

"It's just that this news cannot be known to the human race."

"The human race has a large population and has always served as the basic army of the Hundred Clan Alliance, but you understand that the human race is actually ruled by nobles, and we never trust them."

"During the Third Anti-Magic War, human traitors appeared. They embraced the demons, betraying, leading the way, and setting up ambushes."

"By the Fourth Anti-Magic War, the human race was even more passively resisting on the anti-magic front."

"A large number of human territories are spreading wishful thinking, believing that even if the demons rule the continent of Rodri, they can continue to survive."

"The human race was already passively fighting under the influence of the nobles. If they knew the secrets of the Abyss, we worry that the human race would rebel on a large scale."

"At that time, the Hundred Clan Alliance will really be in danger."

Ian frowned slightly, said nothing, but Leyar said dissatisfied:

"Ridiculous! Aren't you generalizing? The human race has never lacked people who are determined to fight against the demons!"

"Yes, I believe this, such as the Dawn God's Church."

Fishley paused and asked:

"But Bishop Leyar, the Hundred Clan Alliance is already in dire straits. We have been forced to the edge of a cliff. We can't afford to gamble on this hope."

"Just like the Winged Race once, we dare not gamble."

"If we lose the bet, will the demons let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

Leyar was silent, and finally sighed and closed his mouth.

The diversity of the human race meant that there would be all kinds of birds in the forest.

Putting himself in their shoes, he wouldn't trust the human race either.

"As you said, the Abyss is indeed controlled by the demons, but if that's the case, why don't the demons publicize this matter to eliminate the anti-magic enthusiasm of the Hundred Clan Alliance?"

Lesia asked, Fishley pondered for a moment, and said softly:

"First, the demons don't control the Abyss, but influence it."

"Second, the demons are cunning, and few people will believe their words, plus there is still the Hundred Clan Alliance surrounding and suppressing this news."

"Third…"

Fishley glanced at Ian and the others with some guilt, lowered her head and stammered:

"As everyone knows, the demons look down on the human race the most…"

"So, strictly speaking, it's a kind of disdain."