He is the Lord of MC, not the God of Light!

Chapter 19: Blackwater City Riot

Strictly speaking, starting from finding the village in the MC world and generating electricity, we are on the right track.

The creation of the wire brushing machine was equivalent to Watt's improvement of the steam engine, heralding the beginning of the Industrial Revolution.

Utilize the endless supply of threads to transform them into emeralds, the universal currency of the MC world, and build a long-term, stable, friendly and harmonious trading system with the villagers.

With the replacement of a large number of emeralds, there comes the enchanted equipment and finished resources that can be obtained through painstaking enchantment without the need to mine minerals.

After the wire-brushing machine is completed, the next steps are villager breeding, iron-brushing machines, villager trading centers, automated farms, etc.

Fortunately, Ian more or less knows how to do the steps mentioned above.

These are enough for the early development of Blackwater City and the MC world.

In the following period, Ian gathered five more wire-brushing machines to maintain a high-power production line.

In just a few hours, three sets of emeralds were collected, and at the same time, the fisherman villager also successfully reached the maximum level.

"What's next, Master Ian?"

After placing the emerald in the house where Ian lived, Layal ran back full of energy.

"Next..."

Ian looked at the sun in the sky.

At present, those who play with electric current do not need to go to the mine.

The location of the base in Plain Village is very good, and Ian has no plans to change the development location in the short term.

There is no need to rush to build buildings such as the villager breeding center and iron blasting machine.

On the contrary, look at Layar and the others, they seem to have almost forgotten Blackwater City. This is what Ian needs to adjust the most.

Even if the MC world becomes extremely better, for now, the Blackwater City base will not change.

The affairs of the MC world have come to an end for the time being, but Blackwater City still needs to be resettled.

Thinking of this, Ian turned around.

"Go back first."

"what?"

As expected, when they heard that they had to go back, Leshia and others were very unhappy.

"Ah for what."

Ian rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"What? Blackwater City doesn't care anymore? Let the people of Blackwater City and the newly accepted believers fend for themselves?"

"Is the Dawn Cult no longer developing? Are you not going to avenge being driven out?"

"There's still a lot to do in Rodri Continent. Don't get too obsessed with the MC world. There's a limit to how much you can play games."

Everyone was dejected after being taught a lesson by Ian.

Seeing this, Ian stopped preaching and waved his hand.
"Okay, go pack up your things."

"Take whatever you need, Lesia, and lead the men to plant wheat seeds on all the reclaimed fields."

"Layal, take all those arrows. I made some bows and arrows in my box. Each of you can take one."

"Food and other things should be brought in groups, as well as stone blocks. Everyone should bring at least one set."

"Go."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone dispersed.

Ian also went to pack up the things he wanted to take away. Although the next time he came, it would probably be tonight or tomorrow.

But you still have to bring some emergency supplies. Blackwater City also needs construction, and you should try to bring as many resources from the MC world back as possible to save.

Prepare for future construction.

Soon, everyone packed up their things and returned to Ian.

Ian didn't say anything, but called out to the MC world gate in his heart.

I felt dazed for a moment, just like when Tathagata came, and when I came to my senses, I was already in Ian's bedroom.

The gate to the MC world still emits a faint glare, which is breathtaking.

But no one paid much attention to this at this time.

Lyall clenched his fists anxiously and sighed softly.

That surging power is gone, but fortunately, it can still be summoned from the backpack panel.

This can be considered as a free spatial ability.

"hiss……"

Suddenly, Markov gritted his teeth and gasped. Everyone looked over and saw this guy covering his bloody left hand with a wry smile.

"Well... I just wanted to test whether I was dreaming or not. After all, this day's experience was too dreamy."

Ian silently looked at Markov's scars that were almost deep enough to see the bone and sighed.

"Bandage this fool up."

Leal glared at Markov and said:
"Master Ian, what should we do next?"

Sitting on the sofa, Ian thought for a while with his face in his hands, and said softly:
"You still go to the City Lord's Mansion to recruit believers. The standard is still 500 people, and the slogan is the same. Come back when you have recruited enough."

"Then, gather the believers this afternoon. As the Pope of the Dawn Cult, it's time for me to meet with them and plan the development of the Dawn Cult."

"Afterwards, inspect Blackwater City's defenses and military, and survey the surrounding areas to see if there are any magical beasts or scattered demons."

“It’s not much, but it’s all important.”

Layal nodded in understanding.

He knows everything about this, and egg bread is still the temptation.

But this time, having seen the MC world, Layar is not worried about not being able to fulfill his promise.

Soon, Leal changed into a new cardinal's robe, and walked out of the castle with Markov and another knight, holding his head high.

As the only remaining cardinal of the Cult of the Dawn, Layal had to act with dignity. Ian was about to instruct Lacia and the others to replace all the beds and torches in the castle.

Knight Harun, who had just been out for a short while, came back in a hurry.

He looked so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

"Master Ian! This is bad! The people outside are all from Blackwater City! They've completely blocked the gate to the City Lord's Mansion!"

"What's going on? A riot?"

Lecia's face darkened and she stared at Harun.

"No...it shouldn't be. It doesn't look like it."

Harlan grimaced.

"Anyway, you should go and see for yourself."

"Master Ian..."

Lecia looked at Ian with some concern. The latter pondered for a moment and then smiled confidently.

"Bring me my papal mitre!"

"Master Ian, it's too dangerous!"

"nothing."

Ian glanced at Lesia with a smile and said meaningfully:

"After I came back, my physical condition didn't completely disappear."

Suddenly, Lecia was silent.

Having shared Ian's physique, she understood what kind of terrifying power that was.

Even if they only shared a small part, Ian's strength would not be comparable to that of Layar.

In this way, it is naturally impossible for anyone in Blackwater City, a small border town, to threaten Ian.

……

"Sir, can I really get egg bread if I believe in the Dawn Cult?"

"Can I get an advance on next month's supply of egg bread? I haven't eaten in five days."

"Just give me a sip of water... I haven't had any water in two days."

"Sir, I am a devout believer of the Dawn Religion. Please allow me to join the religion first!"

In front of the city lord's mansion.

The missionary stall that had no one visiting yesterday was now surrounded by a crowd of people.

Lyall understood that these skinny and pale people in front of him came for the egg bread.

Blackwater City is located in the northern wasteland. It is a very hot summer and there has been no rain in March. It is now suffering from a severe drought.

The crops are gone, and so is the water.

If it weren't for the egg bread declared by the Dawn Cult, the people in this city would probably have no hope of survival.

It is precisely because of this that Layar does not want to say anything bad to them even though he knows that these people do not believe in Dawn and are just looking for some small gains.

They just want to survive.

But now these people are gathered here, not only interfering with the recruitment work of the Dawn Cult, but also, if it goes on for a long time, Layar is worried that there will be a riot.

The weather is dry and people are restless, which is the easiest time for trouble to happen.

After thinking about it, Layal mustered up his strength and shouted.

"Followers of the Dawn! Do not be impatient, or the evil demons will take advantage of your opportunity!"

"Stand firm, hold fast to your faith, and the dawn will descend upon you, filling your belly and bringing you sweet rain."

But these words cannot calm the people who are currently surrounded here.

We can talk about this after we have had a full meal, that is the study of fine arts.

But when you listen to this while you’re hungry, it’s just three words.

False and empty!
The people here can't even afford to drink water, so how can they have time to listen to these nonsense?

Immediately, the people became more and more agitated.

"We want to see the city lord!"

I don’t know who shouted first, but then, after a brief silence, a unified and loud shout broke out here.

"We want to see the city lord!"

"The previous city lord said that good things would come when the new city lord came, and the previous city lord said that good things would come when the current city lord came!"

"You don't care about our lives at all! You postpone today until tomorrow, and tomorrow until the day after tomorrow! When will we finally have enough to eat and drink?"

"That's right! Rather than being half-dead from thirst and hunger every day! I'd rather die at the hands of the demons and put an end to it all!"

"We want to see the city lord! We want food! We want water! We don't want some bullshit cult!"

Layal's heart sank, and he glanced at the crowd.

By this time, the Blackwater City defense forces had also arrived, but they all looked pale and thin, also victims of the severe drought.

At this time, there was no intention to maintain order at all, and some people even mixed in the crowd and shouted together.

Markov had been unhappy since he heard someone was disparaging the Church of Dawn.

He tightly gripped the greatsword in his hand and scanned the crowd with his fierce eyes.

But no matter how I looked around, I couldn't figure out who was shouting.

Finally, when the missionary stall was about to be overturned, heavy footsteps were heard in the City Lord's Mansion.

"I heard... someone insulting Dawn?"

(End of this chapter)