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

Chapter 52. How to act smooth and well

"After winning the battle, it's normal to be rewarded upon returning to the city. However, in that war, it was the great His Majesty who personally led the charge.

It is equivalent to the situation where the monarch leads the army in person. Who can reward him?
So, shake hands with the people of Dawn and gently ask if there are any problems in their lives that need to be solved.

If you need help with any difficulties, this is the best choice.

During this period, there must have been people who kept asking, "Your Majesty, how did you manage to annihilate such a large number of demons with only twenty people?"

Be careful not to brag about how great your operation is at this time!
No matter how much his subjects begged for a little information, he would just say something with a gentle face.

"Under the protection of the dawn, is there any reason why we cannot win the battle?"

Then, he took the initiative and asked, "How is the grain harvest?"

“Are you uncomfortable with the current residential environment?”

“Is life better than before?”

The believers of Dawn could only jump around with their hands raised high, expressing their piety and gratitude to Dawn with tears in their eyes.

This not only highlights the disdain for the demons, the enemy of this war, but also expresses a core point.

Compared to the incredible feat of twenty people defeating the demons, the great and benevolent Dawn cares more about the three meals a day of every child of Dawn.

As for how incredible this war is, the great scholars of the Winged Clan will debate for Dawn!"

Internal Archives of the Holy See [Top Secret]

In the 13th year of the Guangxu calendar, Pope Laal was at an internal training meeting for senior clergy of the Holy See.

The author quoted the footage of the great God of Light showing off after he led the first victory in the war, and demonstrated the theme of "showing off lies in contrast".

It was later compiled into a paper titled "How to Pretend to Have a Round Pussy" and published in the Vatican's internal publication.

……

Return to the City Lord's Mansion.

At this time, only Ian, Leal and other people were left.

Therefore, Ian no longer needs to maintain the image of being mysterious yet gentle and approachable.

He flung himself down on the soft sofa, using the jeweled papal crown as a pillow under his head.

Then, he put his legs on Lecia's legs and asked her to help massage the calf muscles that were stiff from riding.

Ian now no longer has the sacred majesty he had in front of outsiders before. He is just an ordinary young man.

But again, there are no outsiders here.

The Winged Tribe asked Old Matthew to take them to the city to find a place to settle down. In the future, both the Winged Tribe and the human race will settle in Blackwater City.

However, there is no need to distinguish between ethnic groups. They have only one identity: children of dawn.

The spoils of this battle, the corpses of the mind flayers and the magical beasts, were left to the Winged Clan and Old Matthew to deal with.

Let them also take this opportunity to exchange ideas about the course of the war.

Firstly, it allows the people of Blackwater City to have a deeper understanding of the power of the Dawn.

Secondly, it also gives them a chance to get to know each other.

Three times...

Ian can also rest as soon as possible and get out of the masked state.

It is really comfortable to use the skin of God and the Pope. There will be thunder and cheers, believers jumping around, and every word and action will be magnified and studied.

To put it bluntly, even if Ian farted, old Matthew and the others would argue over who smelled it and who didn't.

But this layer of skin is so solid that it is hard to take it off.

Ian is not a god, and he doesn't like to be a high and mighty god.

Even though he was helpless, he still wanted to preserve his last piece of pure land of humanity.

At least, in front of Leal and the others, he can be himself without any burden.

Lyall and the others can be considered as a layer of insurance that Ian left for himself.

Otherwise, he would gradually forget that his last name was Phobos.

"It's still comfortable here..."

Ian stretched and changed his legs and asked Lecia to help massage it.

"It's really tiring to act cool every day. After this, I'm going to stay in the MC world for a while to get rid of the office smell."

"I think, Master Ian, you really enjoy the enthusiasm of your people."

Lecia joked, and Ian curled his lips.

"Everyone enjoys enthusiasm, but unbridled enthusiasm easily makes me forget who I am."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

Ian turned over and knocked away Lacia's hand as it was gradually running into the danger area.

Take out the crystal left after defeating the abyss.

"Leal, have you seen this thing?"

Hearing this, Layal put down his work, walked over and looked at it carefully for a moment, frowned and said:

"Such pure energy...without a single flaw, oddly enough."

"One of these things can create a knight like the master, Master Ian. Where did you get it?"

Ian pondered for a moment and whispered:

"abyss."

"what?"

Layal was shocked.

"The abyss... can give birth to such pure and clean power?"

Ian had no need to hide anything from Leal and the others, and told them what he saw when he defeated the abyss.

After a long time, Layal frowned in thought.

"It doesn't make sense... I followed the master and fought alongside him. The master defeated two abysses, but I've never seen anything like this."

"But... according to what you said, the situation is not good."

"If the abyss is truly controlled by the demons, there's no safety at all despite the huge chasm separating us."

"And those winged demons you mentioned... The only demons with wings are the Leviathans under the Lord of Jealousy and the Succubi under the Lord of Lust."

"But the wings of these two demons don't match the wings you're describing at all."

As soon as the words fell, Lecia's eyes lit up and she said thoughtfully:

"In fact, we have forgotten a group of demons..." "If the Winged Clan members who fell from the Feathers were still alive, they must be demons, and their image completely fits the black-winged demons that Master Ian described."

Ian nodded.

"That's my guess, but this makes things very strange."

"According to Wu Lier and his group, those Winged Tribe were forced to fall due to the Heart-Snatching Soul-Devouring Formation. After all these years, they can't still be under their control, right?"

"Furthermore, if the Abyss is controlled by the demons as we think, then many of the irrational aspects of this attack would make sense."

"They were able to accurately locate the Winged Tribe's hiding place. Just based on this, I have reason to suspect that the Black Winged Demon Tribe is the mastermind behind this."

"But why did he let the demons attack the Winged Tribe? If we weren't here, the Winged Tribe would have been wiped out."

Everyone was silent for a while. After a while, Layal shook his head and said softly:

"Master Ian, what you said is something worth pondering, but there won't be any answers in the short term."

"Based on this incident, I suggest you give the Winged Tribe a trial period and don't trust them too quickly."

Ian didn't refute Layal and nodded slightly.

"That's what I thought. Let them stay in Blackwater City first. Markov, keep an eye on their actions."

"In our territory, even if they really have problems, they can't turn the tables."

Layal smiled with relief, and after a moment, he said:

"Regarding the issue of Abyssal Crystals, the human race hasn't solved many Abyssal Crystals, so there isn't much data."

"I suggest that you ask the elves and the Behemoths if you have the chance."

"The elves have existed the longest, have the most wise men, and the Behemoths have destroyed the most abysses. Perhaps they would know."

Ian rolled his eyes helplessly.

"I'd like to...but how can I just go to a clan like that? Besides, the Behemoths have always looked down on humans. There's no point in talking to them."

"Then you will need to bring both the elves and the Behemoths under the illumination of the dawn."

Layal looked at Ian with a smile.

"Master Ian, come on, we believe in you."

"You really flatter me."

Ian complained, but did not intend to refute. The elves and behemoths were also part of his plan.

If there is anyone in the Alliance of Hundred Races who does not believe in Dawn, it means that Ian is not qualified to be the Pope.

Lyall suddenly sat up straight, staring at Ian with sharp eyes.

"We'll talk about whether to flatter or not later."

"Master Ian, it's time you explained why you suddenly became so skilled in swordsmanship. Even I can't do that!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Markoff, who was lying dead, suddenly jumped up and stared at Leal in confusion.

"Who? Master Ian? Swordsmanship?!"

"Master Ian instantly killed the Mind Flayer commander with an extremely simple and perfect sword strike, beheading him with a single blow. He didn't use pure strength, but rather the pinnacle of swordsmanship!"

Layal explained softly, but his eyes remained fixed on Ian.

Markov was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself fiercely.

Snapped!
Then, Markov covered his red and swollen cheeks and said with tears in his eyes:
"I'm not dreaming!"

"Idiot! Shut up!"

Leal glared at Markov fiercely, then looked at Ian expectantly.

"Master Ian, have you awakened your wisdom?"

Ian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"What are you talking about? I don't know any sword skills. My swordsmanship talent, aren't you the one who knows it best, Layal?"

"But I clearly saw..."

Before he finished speaking, Ian smiled and patted the white sheath hidden in the scabbard at his waist.

"Layal, do you believe there's a sword in the world that, once held in your hand, will automatically allow you to master all manner of supreme swordsmanship?"

Leal wanted to deny it immediately, but then he thought of the many incredible things Ian had done.

Think about the outrageousness of the MC world.

After a moment of silence, Layal said with a firm look:

"I believe!"

Ian smiled and gently stroked the white sheath.

"This sword is called the White Scabbard. It's a magical sword that can be drawn..."

"It is precisely because of this drawn sword that I can instantly master all kinds of incredible sword techniques without any training."

Suddenly, everyone stared at Bai Qiao with fiery eyes.

"Draw the sword..."

Layal murmured softly, about to quickly inquire about the situation and origins of the drawn sword.

As expected, this thing is another product of the MC world.

According to the outrageousness of the MC world, this thing is likely to be mass-produced...

Incredible!

It's about to take off!

The more Layal thought about it, the more excited he became, and he spoke immediately.

"Master Ian..."

But before he could finish his words, Harlan walked in quickly and whispered:

"Master Ian, Wing Clan leader Wu Lier and his wife and daughter request to see you."

Immediately, Layal sat back with a dark face.

It was quite interesting to see the old gentleman's wonderful facial expressions.

Ian chuckled, took the crown handed to him by Furenee and held it in place.

After adjusting his state, he instantly returned to being the holy and gentle Pope.

"Please come in."

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