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

Chapter 20. The Secret to Becoming a Qualified Godhead

The tightly closed door of the City Lord's Mansion burst open.

Then, Ian, wearing a wide and long papal robe inlaid with gold and white and a golden papal crown on his head, stepped out first.

Behind him, on one side were Lacia and the others, all dressed in black and white nun uniforms, and on the other side were armored knights with strong figures and fierce looks.

Ian placed the golden scepter in his hand heavily on the ground, and in an instant, gravel flew everywhere.

A sacred and majestic aura swept across the entire venue, instantly quieting the rioting people.

Even many people who had already approached the gate of the city lord's mansion retreated a distance.

Markoff snorted and followed Leal back to Ian, standing at the front of the Vatican Knights.

"His Majesty the Pope."

Layal was well aware of the principle of addressing one's position at work. He touched his chest, bowed, and looked respectful.

"I'm sorry to have failed to live up to your expectations."

"It's alright, Bishop Leal. The Dawn will forgive His pious and loyal child."

Ian held the scepter horizontally and placed it on Layar's left shoulder with a kind and compassionate look.

Ian breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the obviously frightened citizens of Blackwater City.

It was worth it that he spent a long time in front of the mirror to practice Stanislavsky's acting theory system before coming out.

The effect is very good.

Now he is the number one charlatan in the Rodri continent!

“Thank you for your mercy, the dawn will last forever.”

Layal's set of meaningless rituals made his people more and more stunned.

I inexplicably felt a little more convinced of the Dawn Cult.

This is the crushing of the style.

To use Ian's missionary theory, create sufficiently complicated but useless rules and etiquette.

Make a simple thing complicated.

This is the high-level sense of mysticism.

"Master Ian, someone is instigating it."

In full view of everyone, Layal walked back to Ian with a proud look on his face. On the way, he avoided everyone's gaze and whispered something.

Ian's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't express his opinion.

He just leaned his scepter on the ground and looked at his numerous people with full aura.

After a long time, Ian said in a gentle tone:
"Followers of Dawn, people of Blackwater, hello. It's our first meeting. Please allow me to introduce myself."

"I am the Pope of the Dawn Cult and the Lord of Blackwater City, Ian Phobos."

"He is the one chosen by the dawn to spread its good name and glory."

"He is also the head of the Dawn Divine Church family. He is both the father and the mother."

Having said this, Ian paused, then opened his arms with a look of pity on his face.

"Ignorant but pitiful people, the dawn loves you all fairly."

"Those who love Him, those who hate Him, those who revere Him, those who fear Him..."

“He is generous in His love.”

"He knows what you are going through, but darkness is everywhere and the dawn is hard to come."

"If you have any grievances or sorrows, tell me everything. I will use the dawn light and the name of the Father to lead you out of the maze."

Ian had been writing these words for a long time, but he didn't expect to use them today.

As for the effect, it was quite good. The people were fooled. Even Lacia and the others looked at Ian with their hands clasped together in admiration.

It seems that he really has the talent to be a charlatan.

Ian couldn't help feeling a little smug.

"We don't want anything, we just want a promise!"

"We don't understand what dawn is! We only know that every generation of you city lords came here and said you would let us survive! But every generation failed to do so!"

"My father has starved to death!"

"When will you let us have food to eat and water to drink?"

These words came out of nowhere, and Ian narrowed his eyes slightly.

But then, as if a powder keg had been lit, the people of Blackwater City who were surrounding the area were in an uproar.

"We don't care about the dawn! We just want to eat and drink our fill!"

"That's right! Where's the egg bread?"

"I'm almost starving to death, who cares if there's any dawn or not!"

"You nobles don't want to take care of us at all. You just talk big to fool us! You're just leaving us to die!"

"We quit! We want food!"

In an instant, the people of Blackwater City roared loudly again, and more and more city defense forces joined in.

Ian sneered in his heart.

As the old saying goes.

You can always trust the power of the people, but at the same time, never trust their wisdom. The human heart is inherently unpredictable.

Fortunately, Ian plays the game of creating gods.

Looking at his people who were becoming even more excited, Ian gently tapped the ground with his scepter.

The next moment, the sound of more than a dozen bows and arrows being fully strung rang out at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

Behind Ian, Lecia and others on both sides had already bent their bows like full moons.

This really scared the people of Blackwater City.

Archer!
Not to mention the small border town of Blackwater City, even in the entire country of Birka, there are no more than a hundred archers.

They are all the royal family's darlings and are only responsible for protecting the royal family.

After all, in the wild and backward continent of Rodri, long-range attack methods such as bows and arrows are quite precious.

Only the elves can produce archers in large quantities.

Faced with the life-and-death crisis, the people of Blackwater City's passionate emotions were instantly poured with a bucket of cold water, and they calmed down.

At this time, Ian said quietly:
"Children of Blackwater City, I know you have been bewitched by the evil spirit and acted impulsively."

"But fighting only brings joy to the evil and brings tears to the dawn."

"Please believe in the Dawn God Church. Under the Dawn's mercy, there will be eggs and there will be bread."

"But remember, Shuguang doesn't like children who get something for nothing."

The saying goes well.

The use of force is to make idiots listen to your reason calmly.

Although their words were crude, under the threat of nineteen bows and arrows, the people of Blackwater City still communicated honestly in low voices.

After a while, a white-haired old man came out.

He walked shakily to Ian, leaning on a cane.

He glanced at the bow and arrow with some fear, then lowered his head and whispered:

"This...His Excellency the Pope."

"We had no choice. If we weren't really going to die, who would be willing to risk their lives and cause trouble?"

Ian waved his hand and asked Layal and the others to put away their bows and arrows.

Then he said calmly:
"I know you, the believer who joined the Dawn Cult yesterday."

"What do you want to say?"

The old man smiled bitterly, lowered his eyebrows and said:
"Your Holiness, you may not know that before you, there have been four city lords in just three months."

"Every city lord promised to keep the people of Blackwater City alive, but in the end, they all just left after collecting taxes and collecting wealth."

"Blackwater City has not seen any rain in March. Due to the severe drought, the harvest has failed. Countless people are dying of starvation and thirst in the city."

"If you're not truly desperate, who would be willing to shamelessly beg for food?"

After saying that, the old man secretly glanced at Ian who seemed to be thinking about something.

Then he hurriedly said:
"Your Holiness, we don't ask for eggs or bread. As long as we have something to eat and drink, even if it's just tree roots or slop, as long as it's enough for us to survive, that's enough."

Ian was silent.

It's a very simple idea. After all, the people of Blackwater City are not wrong. They are just scared by the previous city lords.

I finally see hope and want to take a gamble.

pity……

The more you have this kind of mentality, the easier it is to be exploited.

"Your Holiness! You said that the dawn will protect us."

The old man gritted his teeth and said unsteadily:
"But if this continues, how can we survive until the beginning of next month?"

"If Dawn really exists, could you please perform a miracle and save His poor child?"

Ian looked around at the people of Blackwater City who were gathered here, all of them staring at him eagerly.

The Dawn Cult is their last hope.

but……

This happened to hit Ian's gun.

Through this incident, the Dawn Cult can completely take root in the hearts of the people of Blackwater City.

"The Pope..."

Seeing that Ian remained silent, the old man continued speaking with a bitter look on his face.

But Ian raised his hand and pressed it with a gentle smile.

"I understand your demands. Although Dawn does not enjoy gaining something without working for it, it cannot bear to see its people perish in this way."

As he spoke, Ian raised his voice.

"I know that you all have doubts about the Dawn Cult and do not trust the existence of Dawn."

"But it doesn't matter. Dawn loves you."

"As the Pope, the father of the Dawn believers, I will convey the Dawn's love and grant you the Dawn's protection."

(End of this chapter)