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

Chapter 61 The True Mass Line

“Take from the people and use it for the people?”

Looking at Ian who was arguing confidently, Layal was so angry that he laughed.

"Master Ian, is this how you understand this sentence?"

"Generally speaking, there is no problem."

Ian thought carefully for a moment and nodded.

"From the Piglings, to the Piglings, this is the mass line we in the Dawn Cult have always pursued, people-oriented."

"..."

Leal realized once again that he should never, ever argue with Ian.

The way their young master Ian thinks is always out of tune with the Rodri Continent.

Layal covered his chest with a look of pain on his face, which did not resonate with Ian.

But little Freni's eyes were full of tears, and she looked like she was about to drop her pearls at any moment, and Ian couldn't stand it.

I hurriedly explained helplessly:

"Okay, don't be upset. This gold was originally intended to be traded with the Piglings."

"Don't underestimate the Piglings. They are actually quite valuable, with countless treasures of all kinds."

"Gold pales in comparison to these things."

Leixia pursed her lips and said softly:
"Master Ian, even if we really want to trade, there's no need to use gold. With so much gold, how many gold coins can we exchange for it?"

"Even if you don't want to sell the gold, we can still mint our own gold coins."

Markov scratched his head and looked at Lesia in confusion.

"As I recall, minting coins privately is considered tantamount to rebellion, isn't it?"

"Will we not rebel if we don't mint coins?"

Lecia asked back, then quickly spat.

"It's not rebellion, it's liberation! Anyway, shut up, you idiot!"

Markov shrank his head in disappointment and stood aside obediently.

Ian smiled and waved his hand:

"No, the Piglings are a bunch of money-hungry bastards. You can only trade with them in gold."

"Even if you want to trade with them, you have to wear golden armor. Otherwise, not only will they attack you, but you won't be able to trade with them."

"To put it bluntly, the piglings hate poverty."

Leal opened his mouth.

"But……"

Before he could finish his words, Ian raised his hand to interrupt him.

"No buts!"

Unable to bear the annoyance any longer, Ian took out the Ender Pearl that he had just obtained by chance in the transaction.

He threw it with great force towards the open space in the distance.

In the eyes of Layal and others, the strange ball drew an arc lightly and then fell to the ground without a trace of fireworks.

The next moment, it seemed as if the world in front of him had lost its frame rate, and Ian found himself standing still without realizing it.

"Master Ian?"

Lecia was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the place where Ian had just stood, but it was empty.

For a moment, the words of dissuasion disappeared without a trace.

Only the occasional, barely perceptible cry of evil spirits in the distance.

After a moment, Ian continued to throw the ender pearl.

This time everyone saw clearly that the moment the pearl fell to the ground, Ian instantly crossed the space and arrived there.

"Teleport?!"

Leal cried out in alarm, and the old gentleman's dignity could no longer be maintained.

"Teleportation?"

Lecia was horrified.

"Legend has it that only the Arrogant King Orrigans can master this forbidden spatial spell?"

"It can't be wrong!"

Layal nodded heavily and said in a deep voice:

"Although I have never met the King of Pride, during the Second Anti-Demon War, the most powerful chieftain of the Dragon Clan died under this forbidden spell."

"The reputation of teleportation was forged with the blood of the dragon race. If this is not true, the proud dragon race will never allow anyone to slander them."

"Master Ian, what are you doing..."

Before he finished speaking, the Ender Pearl fell beside Layal, and the next moment, Layal felt something cold on his neck.

Draw the sword from its white scabbard!
Ian slowly retracted his sword and said unhappily:

"This is what the Piglins can get in exchange. Is that enough now? Are you still trying to stop me?"

Seeing that Leal was about to open his mouth, Ian added:

"In addition to the teleporting ender pearls, there are also obsidian, nether quartz, alchemical potions, and enchanted books..."

"Of course, the core purpose is just to teleport the Ender Pearl, everything else is just extra."

"If you still think gold is more precious than ender pearls, I won't exchange it without saying anything. How about that?" Layal was silent for a long time, then took out all the remaining gold ingots on him and gave them to Ian.

"It's worth it! It's worth it!"

"Master Ian, change as much as you can. If you say you don't have enough gold, I'll go out and find a nobleman to rob the rich and give to the poor to raise money for you!"

Having said that, Layal still felt sad.

That is gold worth hundreds of thousands, nearly a million gold coins.

However, if it can be exchanged for a treasure that allows instant teleportation, the deal will be made.

Besides, aren't there golden weapons and armor?

Those things can also be exchanged for a lot of gold coins.

Ian comforted:
"Don't be so sad. You'll only need a few Ender Pearls. It's enough for you."

"Once we've exchanged enough, we can continue to take advantage of these piglings."

"I just collected some Eyes of Ender to get to the End. Once you get there, there will be countless Ender Pearls."

"And the same goes for gold. After a while, I'll let you dig for gold until you vomit."

"Trust me, it's true."

After taking the gold ingot, Ian began to work on using it for the people.

Although I know Ian is trading for a treasure that can teleport, but with so much gold, it's not even warm yet...

I should still feel sad.

With a long sigh, Layal and the others turned their backs, choosing to ignore it and not be bothered.

A dozen gold nuggets are enough for Ian to exchange for the ender pearls to go to the end of the world.

Ian continued to use them until only two gold bars were left, and then he had exchanged all the gold.

……

The realized Nether is as ridiculously large as the main world. With the current progress, it is not realistic to find the Nether Fortress in a short time.

However, the process of traveling can also be a process of sorting out ideas.

After returning, Ian had to arrange for Markov and the others to take turns on duty in the monster tower, gaining experience while accumulating more monster resources.

I can't do it like before, where I would go to the monster tower to search every now and then when I remember it.

Being a permanent resident of the Monster Tower must become a normalized job with an eight-hour work system and three shifts with rest days off.

Then improve some of the functional farms and buildings in the Holy City of Dawn, such as the horse breeding center, etc.

Afterwards, go find the End.

Slaying the dragon is secondary. In Ian's current situation, what he should pursue is resource accumulation and industrial development, rather than the achievement of slaying a dragon.

The trip to the End is mainly to find materials and elytra for making shulker boxes, and to kill some endermen along the way to save up some ender pearls.

This thing is very useful in the Rodri Continent.

After I come back, I should think about redstone technology.

Redstone technology also needs to be developed.

To put it bluntly, the core of the next work is large-scale construction.

In a game, no matter how slowly these tasks are done, half a day or a day will be enough.

But in the real MC world, Ian can't guarantee speed...

God knows how far we have to run to find the portal to the end.

Perhaps this distance, converted to the Rodri Continent, is the distance from Blackwater City to the Dragon Island on the sea in the far west.

It’s okay to delve into the MC world with a gaming mentality, but Ian will not forget that this MC world is no longer a game in essence.

This is a real world just like the Rodri Continent, but this world has wonders that are unimaginable in the Rodri Continent.

In a real world, Ian would definitely not ride a horse and travel across a continent that might be larger than his hometown of Asia in his previous life in one day.

What Ian wants to create is the myth of dawn, not the legend of iron butt.

……

Treetop City.

The Cleveland family residence is brightly lit at night.

The colored glaze that ordinary people dare not even think about is just a lampshade here.

Cleveland was still as anxious as he was a few days ago, but this time, he was in an open space outside a magnificent residence.

Every time a roar was heard in the house, Cleveland felt a shudder in his heart.

I really wanted to push the door open and take a look, but when I looked at the door, I saw two elven warriors standing there, fully armored, carrying longbows and holding short blades.

This impulse was crushed underfoot again.

After a long time, with a creaky sound, the door was pushed open.

An elven woman, wearing a moon-white veil and with skin so white that it seemed to be glowing, walked out slowly.

But facing such a stunningly beautiful woman, Cleveland, who has always been a typical lustful man, did not dare to have any impure thoughts.

They didn't even dare to look at each other.

He walked forward with his head lowered, but just as he took a step, the two burly elven warriors appeared on his left and right like ghosts.

The sharp short blade was slightly unsheathed, reflecting the moonlight.

Patriarch Cleveland was a little annoyed, but he didn't dare to show it. He bowed his head and said carefully:
"Lord Fishley, how is my son?"

(End of this chapter)