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

Chapter 84 84. Dawn Cult Organizational Structure Adjustment
Hearing the other party call his full name, the old king's eyes instantly cleared up, and he suppressed his anger and said with difficulty:
“I’ve tried my best!”

"If this is the extent of your efforts, I have to decide whether to choose one of your children. For example, your third son seems to be a more qualified partner."

The hooded figure took a deep breath, his voice sharp.

"He's cold-blooded enough, cruel enough... despicable enough. I like him very much."

"No!"

The old king struggled to his feet, looking at the hooded man breathlessly.

"I am your most suitable partner! This is a contract, you cannot break it!"

"Then give me a job!"

The piercing roar, like something sharp scratching glass, brought with it a sharp, fierce wind that made the gauze curtains rustle.

The hooded man grabbed the old king's neck with his dark blue claws and whispered hoarsely:

"My Lord, your patience is running out! Me too..."

"Old man, considering your sincerity, I'll give you one last chance!"

As he spoke, the drop of scarlet liquid popped out and went into the old king's mouth.

In an instant, the dying old king visibly regained his spirits.

The black-robed man stepped out of the gauze curtain, and his figure became increasingly hazy. Only the three cold blood-red vertical pupils pierced the old king, making him feel cold all over.

"I won't pursue the previous matter with you for now. Your Excellency needs to know the origins of the Dawn Cult founded by the remnants of the Phobos family."

“Who’s behind them?”

"Where do those strange monsters in Treetop City come from? Why do they appear and disappear out of nowhere?"

"Also, within a month, you'd better find me an infected monster like that, otherwise..."

"I'll have a good talk with your son. As for you...we don't need any trash!"

The old king, who had regained his vitality, was suddenly filled with anger. He stood up abruptly, and the surging knight's fighting spirit in his body turned into a wave of purple-black flames.

"Trash? What gives you the right to say that about me?"

"Don't forget! If it weren't for my help, you would still be being hunted by that damn Phobos and living in the gutter!"

"If I hadn't helped you, would you have been able to find the Winged Tribe's base?"

"Don't forget, this is not your territory!"

The black-robed figure smiled sinisterly.

"Soon..."

"Old man, don't forget who is keeping you alive! Who is the one who is rushing to cooperate with us?"

"As long as I can continue to be a noble, whether I am a human noble or a demon noble, I don't care!"

"Old man, you won't forget these words, right?"

The old king's face was gloomy and uncertain, and finally, the fighting spirit in his body slowly dissipated.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:

"In any case, the elven druid has arrived. She is the youngest one with the best chance of becoming the next elven queen."

"At least I didn't fail in this matter! You have no right to blame me!"

"I'll keep an eye on Treetop City. I don't believe a mere druid or mage can take care of all those monsters!"

"I will do my job. You just need to prepare what I want! Don't forget, my contract was signed with that adult!"

The man in black robe laughed a few times without knowing why, but his laughter was particularly harsh.

"Of course, we are not as hypocritical as you humans. The great demon race values ​​the promises of the contract the most..."

The black-robed figure gradually faded away, and the last voice remained here.

"Prepare three thousand fat sheep, we need to eat..."

Only the old king was left in the bedroom.

After a long time, the old king could not help but curse:

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Once this is done, I will have that gentleman chop you into pieces!"

After some meaningless vandalism, the old king took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Dean!"

"His Majesty."

In the shadows, a short, thin, ordinary old man quietly emerged.

The old king said in a deep voice:

"Capture three thousand refugees and send them to the old place. Also, personally investigate Blackwater City and find out who is behind the remnants of the Phobos family."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Dean responded expressionlessly, then said:
"Your Majesty, the Third Prince doesn't seem to be planning to go to Ginkgo City honestly..."

"Let your eldest disciple follow."

"Watch him?"

The old king closed his eyes for a long time, then said in a cold tone:
"When necessary, let him fulfill his filial duty!"

"Yes!"

Dean nodded indifferently like an emotionless machine, then slipped into the shadows and left like flowing water.

The old king walked to the window, hid in the shadows and looked out at the palace.

After a long time, the old king raised his hand, rolled up his sleeves and took a look at the blue-black scales that spread to his wrist.

"As long as I can continue to live, being a human or a demon...it doesn't matter!"

……

The starting point.

Fishley was carrying a bucket of water and walking towards her temporary residence.

The old lady passing by smiled and waved to Fishley.

"Miss Fishley, planting trees again?"

"Yes, Aunt Grace, are you going to pray?"

"Yes, my son is taking the Vatican Army exam. I went to pray to the Great Dawn, hoping that he would be successfully selected."

"With the blessing of the dawn, it will definitely happen!" "Then I'll borrow your good wishes."

After greeting the new Dawn believers she had met along the way, Fishley returned to the house she had temporarily rented.

Khalifa was training in the yard. When she saw Fishley coming back, she quickly walked over to her.

"Master Fishley, I'm coming."

"It's okay, Kalifa, just keep training. I won't be unable to lift or carry anything."

Fishley smiled and dodged Kalifa's hand. While watering the tree, she said:

"The church was distributing egg bread today. Aunt Luana gave me a piece. It was really delicious. It's a shame you didn't go, Khalifa."

Looking at Fishley, who was busy running around, completely shedding the appearance of a noble druid, Kalifa suddenly spoke:

"Lady Fishley seems to like it here very much."

"Yes!"

Fishley did not refute and said with emotion:
“This city is magical and great, full of hope.”

"The believers living here always have a kind, enthusiastic and pious heart. They will warmly welcome anyone who respects their faith."

"Kalifa, you know my talent. My detection skills can sense the purest emotions in people's hearts."

"Here, I feel nothing but pure friendliness and kindness at all times. I feel comfortable every moment here."

Fishley said with longing on her face:
"I really don't know what kind of god Dawn is, and what kind of great leader His Holiness the Pope is, to be able to build such a great and sincere city on the border of the Hundred Races Alliance."

"Especially, the humans here are not as confused as those in other places. They know what they want and understand that the demons are their mortal enemies who can never coexist with them."

"Honestly, this is so rare Khalifa."

Kalifa remained silent for a long time, then looked up at the pillar of light reaching the sky in the distance.

"Perhaps this is what the Oracle says: a person is complete because they are extremely clear about what they want."

“This is the hope that faith gives them.”

In fact, Khalifa hadn't said a word yet.

She also likes it here very much, and if possible, she even hopes to live here in the future.

People here don't seem to be prejudiced.

Whether it was the Winged Clan that had committed a grave error in the past, or an elf like her whose skin wasn't white...

This is something that even the elves cannot do.

"What are you thinking about, Khalifa?"

Fishley glanced at Khalifa curiously, and the latter shook her head.

"Nothing, Master Fishley, let me help you water the plants."

Fishley did not refuse and instructed:
"Let's water that side first. Oh, by the way, I went to see Father Matthew this morning. I plan to buy this house so that when we come here in the future, we can have a permanent place to stay."

"I have a feeling that we might be staying here for a long time. Father Matthew has already agreed, so, Kalifa, this will be our home from now on."

Khalifa was stunned for a moment, looking at Fishley's pure smile, she seemed to understand something.

She felt a little touched, but still lowered her head to fiddle with the bucket, avoiding Fishley's gaze, and hummed in a muffled voice.

Fishley pursed her lips and wanted to take this opportunity to chat with Khalifa, but suddenly, there was a hurried knock on the door.

"Miss Fishley!"

A young girl poked her head in and said quickly:

"Father Matthew asked me to bring you a message."

"His Holiness the Pope and the Archbishop have already come out of confinement. They have summoned Father Matthew and others to a meeting at His Holiness the Pope's residence."

"Father Matthew said you can get ready now. He will talk to His Holiness the Pope about your situation."

Upon hearing this, Fishley was overjoyed. After exchanging a glance with Kalifa, she handed the little girl a candy.

"Thank you."

After sending the little girl away, Fishley said anxiously:
"Quick, call Henderson and the others to wait in front of Mr. Pope's residence."

"Should we call everyone?"

"No, only take Henderson and Lanluo. Others should not leave their rooms. Don't let Mr. Pope misunderstand us."

"Yes! Lady Fishley."

……

the other side.

The Pope's residence.

Ian brought Leal and the others back to the Rodri Continent. After cleaning up, they came to the meeting room in high spirits.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Matthew, Uriel, Haniya and other senior clergymen of the Dawn Cult.

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

Everyone stood up and looked at Ian with admiration. The latter chuckled and waved his hand, indicating that everyone should sit down.

What concerned Haniya and the others was that the golden scepter that Ian had always held was missing.

Instead, there was a staff that was equally golden, but emitting a soothing aura.

The top is inlaid with golden gems, and staring at it for a while will actually give them a great sense of security.

It is obvious at first glance that it is a holy object bestowed by the Dawn!

As soon as Ian took his seat, Uriel couldn't wait to say:

"Your Holiness, our Dawn Cult has been developing very smoothly recently, with the exception of cities like Ginkgo City, which is adjacent to Treetop City..."

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

"Let's not talk about these things for now."

Ian looked around at everyone with a smile and said quietly:
"This meeting will last a long time. We will discuss the development of the Dawn Cult later."

"Now, we first need to arrange a task that concerns the eternal plan of the Dawn Cult."

With a wave of her hand, Frannie stepped forward and handed Ian her notebook.

Ian's expression grew serious.

"Today, we will complete the revolutionary system reorganization of the Dawn Divine Religion here."

"The theme of this meeting is also called the organizational structure adjustment of the Dawn Divine Cult!"

(End of this chapter)