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

Chapter 59 59. Working can only provide you with enough food and clothing, while robbing can make you rich!
Charge up, swing the sword, and then...

The catch failed and the Ghastly badminton fell to the ground.

boom!
With the sudden appearance of a huge pit and the sound of explosions, Markov acted like an astronaut.

"Tsk..."

Ian shook his head in disappointment.

This unlucky kid...

Even if he lets the fireball hit his face, it is better than letting it explode. When it comes to fireballs, explosion is the highest damage.

He glanced at Layal out of the corner of his eye. The respectable old man still had a calm expression, but his fists were clenched tightly.

Looking down, you can also see Leal standing on tiptoe, quietly looking to see if Markoff is in trouble.

I guess his heart was in his throat at this moment.

However, when he saw Markov, he just crawled up with a dusty face, and let out a sigh of relief, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Pretending to be dead.

Ian complained in his heart and comforted softly:
"Don't worry, Markov is wearing a fully equipped set of enchanted iron armor. This amount of explosive damage won't kill him. At most, it will only cause him some pain."

There was a moment of visibly awkwardness on Layal's face, and then he quickly raised his fist to cover his mouth and coughed dryly.

"Master Ian is overthinking. I'm not worried about him. I just feel that this idiot has inherited Master Ian's true teachings, but can't even do such a small thing."

"This is so disappointing! It seems like he should be given more training. A Paladin of the Dawn Cult can't be a complete loser."

Stubborn!

Ian curled his lips but did not expose Layal's true face.

"Pooh!"

Markov rubbed his palms, recovered from his injuries, and then took out his weapon again.

"Come again!"

Hard work pays off in the end.

Just like Markov, after being bombed for a long time, finally realized that the shield can actually block fireballs.

It was not until Markov had been bombarded by the evil spirit for a long time that he finally seized the opportunity and knocked back the evil spirit's fireball with a sword.

In an instant, the evil spirit was killed by his own badminton.

At this moment, Markoff finally understood the joy of Ian playing badminton.

Looking at the evil spirit that fell to the ground in an instant in the sky, Markoff remembered Ian's teachings and roared with all his might.

"Go to hell!"

"very good!"

Ian clapped his hands and walked forward with a smile.

"How about breaking through your own feeling?"

“It feels great, a kind of…”

Markov frowned and pondered for a long time how to describe it. After a long time, he said seriously:

“It felt like instant relief after a week of constipation.”

Ian's mouth twitched, and after a while, he sighed and patted Markov's shoulder.

"That's a good description. Don't describe it again in the future."

"But no matter what, you did very well. The battle with the evil spirit was very helpful in honing your ability to seize the opportunity."

Markoff smiled foolishly and said attentively:

"It's all thanks to Master Ian's good teaching, and that evil spirit tear..."

Markov subconsciously opened his backpack and took a look, but apart from the messy equipment, there was no Ghast's Tears.

He looked around in confusion, and after a while, Markoff said blankly:

"Where are my Ghast Tears?"

"No more."

Ian replied with a smile.

Markov's voice instantly rose, and he said in disbelief:
"Gone?"

Furenee pointed to the lava pool in the distance.

"The evil spirit just died, and all the things it dropped fell into the lava pool. Why don't you jump down and look for them? Maybe they weren't burned."

"..."

At this moment, the expression on Markov's face became extremely dejected, as if his father had died.

After enduring the bombing for a long time, you finally hit the target with a shot, but the spoils are gone?

Is this more than just a matter of fate?
Perhaps they still feel that Markov's face and attitude really affect unity.

Ian still spoke out in comfort:
"Okay, don't be discouraged. After all, you have honed your combat skills through fighting evil spirits. This is the most important thing you have gained."

Markov said depressedly:

"But didn't you say that Ghast Tears are more valuable than gold?" "With so many Ghasts, aren't they enough to farm?"

Ian waved.

"Lecia, Freni, come here, I'll teach you how to farm Ghast Tears."

As soon as he finished speaking, the maids excitedly took out their diamond swords and lined up.

"Master Ian, we're ready to play badminton!"

Lecia said with a firm look on her face.

"No!"

Ian smiled and took out a bunch of fishing rods that he had prepared long ago and distributed them to them.

"This time, let's use some special methods."

……

After a while.

Markov watched helplessly as Lacia and the others happily cast their fishing rods, caught the evil spirits, pulled them to their side with all their strength, and then with a single sword move, they pocketed the Tears of the Evil Spirit.

The series of actions were smooth and flowing, and even until now, no one had been hit by the fireball.

Then I thought about how I had worked so hard and been bombarded for a long time before I finally managed to smash the badminton.

Markov was almost crying.

"Master Ian, that's not what you taught me! You can't be so biased!"

Layal on the side curled his lips. He really wanted to complain, "Is this your first day meeting Master Ian?"

But considering Ian's vindictiveness and pettiness, Layal still said righteously:

"What are you dissatisfied with?"

"As a Paladin of the Cult of Dawn, you naturally have to possess more sophisticated combat abilities. How can you compare yourself to Maid Lacia and the others?"

Markov quickly shrank his head.

"No, that's not what I meant, godfather..."

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll design a new exercise plan for you when we get back. Go and train harder for me!"

Markov was defeated and lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

In fact, Layar had this idea when he knew that Markov's strength had been improved to his previous level with the blessing of the MC world.

Now, we are just taking advantage of the situation.

Lacia and the others had a lot of fun playing, and they were also much more efficient in collecting Ghast Tears.

After more than ten minutes, all the evil spirits that could be hooked were cleared out, and the remaining ones were some distance away.

Ian didn't intend to waste a lot of time here.

We still have to stay in the Nether for several days and look for the Nether Fortress.

There are plenty of evil spirits to kill on the road.

After letting Lecia and the others organize their harvest, Ian led the team to start the expedition in a random direction.

Ian had no idea how to find the Nether Fortress, and the skills he had learned in previous games were sometimes effective and sometimes not.

So, Ian chose the most reliable way.

Good luck!

Ian believed that his luck after being enchanted by the Hundred Ton King would stand the test.

And the facts proved that Ian's bet was right, but it was not the Nether Fortress.

……

Ian used to hate watching idol dramas the most. In Ian's opinion, that stuff was the biggest lie in the world.

But today, Ian felt that his previous understanding was a bit arbitrary.

Not all idol dramas are false.

At least Ian experienced the first idol drama scene in his life in the underworld.

Meet love around the corner!
After passing a huge, almost right-angled intersection, Ian saw it.

In a dark red forest, a zombie piglin holding a golden sword was wandering around aimlessly.

"What the hell is this? How can you be so pretentious... Are the swords all made of gold?"

Markov came over and complained.

"He's a good friend like the villagers."

Ian smiled meaningfully, looked around at everyone, slowly took out his weapon, hung the sword at his waist, and picked up the enchanted longbow.

"Frennie, remember this. I will teach you another truth from the MC world."

"Work only provides food and clothing, robbery can make you rich!"

(End of this chapter)