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

Chapter 91 91. Fishley’s information: The human race is isolated?
This was the first time that the elves had set foot in the Pope's residence, which was the starting point and a holy place as sacred as the Dawn Cathedral in the hearts of the Dawn believers.

Even compared to the Dawn Church, this place is more mysterious and sacred, in the words of the believers of the Dawn Religion.

Here we are closer to the dawn and closer to heaven.

Fishley, Khalifa and the other three sat on the soft sofa a little stiffly, their backs straight.

There are only a few nuns here now.

Unexpectedly, the nuns who may have prayed to God every day in the hearts of the Dawn Cult believers were working as methodically as maids.

But Fishley and the others didn't dare to look at it for too long.

Before, perhaps Fishley would still uphold the pride of the elves, and with the mentality of "great tribes should be magnanimous in diplomacy", strive to have an equal dialogue with the Pope.

just now……

To be honest, I really don’t dare.

Not to mention the Dawn Knights who are ready to die, the Ender Dragon is still nowhere to be found.

Fishley was afraid that her inappropriate words would cause the Ender Dragon to spit.

Her small body can't handle it.

After sitting for a while, Ian still didn't show up, so Fishley began to observe the place with a distracted mind.

Unexpectedly, the Pope's residence, which is considered extremely sacred in the hearts of believers, does not have the divine glory of being forever shrouded in dawn as rumored.

This place looks like an ordinary mansion, even more low-key and simple than those of human nobles.

Spacious and bright, clean and tidy, with neatly arranged furniture, these are probably all the adjectives that can be thought of.

It should be comfortable to live here.

But whether it was due to psychological reasons or something else, Fishley could still feel the sacred and majestic aura from here.

Simply put, it feels like your whole body is being purified all the time while sitting here.

While I was thinking, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs not far away.

Soon, Ian came over accompanied by Leal, Lecia and Freni.

Fishley and the other three hurriedly stood up, but were stunned again when they saw Ian.

The triple golden crown of thorns on her head was gone, and so was the mysterious golden staff she had always held in her hand.

But he was still wearing the gold and white robe.

There is less of an unreachable divinity and more of a gentle and kind humanity.

At this time, Fishley and others abandoned the Pope's halo and observed Ian.

This believer in the heart of the Dawn Cult is also a handsome young man.

However, among the elves who are used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women, appearance is not something they pay attention to.

At most, people think that His Holiness the Pope has such a face, which makes his identity as the Pope seem more perfect.

"His Majesty the Pope."

When Ian came closer, Fishley and the other three finally reacted. This time, they chose the same respectful titles as the believers of the Dawn Cult.

"Please sit down. Don't be shy. You are honored guests."

Ian sat down with a smile, took the tea handed to him by the nun and took a sip.

Fishley and others quickly sat down, their backs straighter.

Before they could say anything, the nun served them tea one by one.

"Try it."

Ian put down his teacup and leaned back on the sofa, his demeanor becoming more casual.

"This is no ordinary tea."

Hearing this, Fishley and the others looked down and saw a pure white flower floating in the teacup, a flower they had never seen before.

Ian said so, and no matter how anxious they were, they still agreed and picked up the teacup to take a sip.

Originally, Fishley was just planning to casually praise the tea that the Pope praised, but after taking a sip, her eyes suddenly lit up.

“Delicious!”

Fishley just said this and quickly picked it up and drank it all.

Finally, he looked at Ian with some surprise.

"What kind of magical flower is this? It even has the effect of slowly restoring magic power and mental strength? Your Holiness, where did you dig these flowers from?"

The elves are children of nature and they love flowers and plants to the core.

Now that I feel the uniqueness of this flower, I naturally can't help it.

"This is a flower that Shuguang picked and gave to me in his own heaven. It's called the Sea Daisy, and it doesn't exist on the continent of Rodriguez."

Ian replied with a smile, and then said:

"If you like, I can give you some."

Fishley pursed her lips and said uncertainly:

"May I?"

"Just some flowers, it's nothing to us."

As he spoke, Ian put down his teacup and looked at Fishley and the others.

"Bishop Matthew told me the purpose of your visit, including your identities."

"Matthew...Bishop?"

Fishley was a little puzzled. In her memory, wasn't the only bishop that Leal was?

"The Dawn Divine Church has adjusted its organizational structure. Matthew has made outstanding contributions and has now been promoted to diocesan bishop."

Ian explained casually, and then said with interest:

"I think the matter regarding the zombie crisis in Treetop City is not your main purpose, right?" Fishley was silent.

If it was before, she would have said without hesitation that this was the main purpose.

The restoration of life of a creature transformed into an undead creature has never been seen before in the long history of anti-demon resistance on the continent of Rodri.

This one incident alone was enough to shock the entire Alliance of Hundred Races.

But now...

This matter really doesn't seem important.

I've seen Ian riding a dragon, the endless miracles at the starting point, and the terrifying army of the Dawn Cult...

Zombie-like?

It was just another ordinary miracle of the Dawn Cult.

At this moment, it seems a bit petty to worry about how this zombie can turn back into a human.

After a moment, Fishley smiled bitterly and nodded.

"Yes, Your Holiness, this matter is not important now."

"So why are you so anxious to see me?"

Ian asked casually, looking as if he had seen it a long time ago.

Fishley pursed her lips and glanced at Kalifa and the others. She didn't want them to know about the ancient tree of life.

It's not because of trust, but...

The Ancient Tree of Life is of great importance. It is the lifeblood of the elves. If the tribe knew that there was a problem with the Ancient Tree of Life, there would be chaos.

Seeing Fishley's hesitation, Ian didn't waste time.

"Okay, since you don't want to talk about it yet, let me talk about it first."

Furenee opened a thick notebook and began to record. Ian leaned forward and said calmly:
"The elves know the abyss very well. This understanding far exceeds the imagination of the Hundred Races Alliance."

"The abyss that appeared today, you can even clearly tell the scale of that abyss, whether there are armies within it, and even whether it belongs to the realm of arrogance."

"I suppose your probing skills don't allow for this. It's experience, isn't it?"

Seeing Fishley's evasive gaze, Ian's tone became more serious.

"How much do you know about the Abyss? What is the crystal that fell from the Abyss? Why does it contain such pure energy?"

"The Dawn Cult is an unwavering anti-demon front. Given our strength, I don't think you need to hide anything. This will have a great impact on our subsequent military operations against the demons."

Fishley lowered her head and thought for a long time, Ian's Ender Dragon, the miracles and legion of the Dawn Cult flashing before her eyes.

After a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

He looked up at Ian, then at Lecia and the others.

Ian understood Fishley's thoughts and leaned back on the sofa and said calmly:
"These are all the most loyal clergy of the Dawn Cult. If you can't even trust them, I don't think there's any need for us to continue this discussion."

Hearing this, Fishley smiled bitterly and nodded, then finally spoke slowly.

"Your Holiness, the elves' understanding of the Abyss and the Demons is indeed far beyond the imagination of the human race, but this is not just the case with us elves."

"This information is known to the leaders of the Hundred Races Alliance, including the Dragons, Dwarves, Giants, Mermaids, Behemoths, and Titans."

Ian raised his brow.

"For the time being, the human race is considered a major race in the Hundred Races Alliance. Why was the human race excluded?"

"Your Holiness, this is not us isolating the human race."

Fishley sighed, her tone somewhat unfriendly.

"It's because this news cannot be known to the human race."

"The human race is large in number and has always served as the basic military force of the Hundred Races Alliance. But you understand that the human race is actually ruled by the nobles, and we never trust the nobles."

"During the Third Anti-Demon War, traitors appeared among the human race. They threw themselves into the arms of the demons, and betrayal, misleading, and ambushes occurred endlessly."

"During the Fourth Anti-Demon War, the human race became even more passive in the anti-demon front."

"Many people in the human race's territory are optimistic, believing that even if the demons rule the Rodri continent, they can still survive."

"The human race has already been passive in the fight under the influence of the nobles. If they learn the secrets of the abyss, we are worried that they will rebel on a large scale."

"By then, the Hundred Races Alliance will be in real danger."

Ian frowned slightly and said nothing, but Layal said dissatisfiedly:
"Ridiculous! Aren't you generalizing? The human race has never lacked those who are determined to fight against the demons!"

"Yes, I believe in that, like the Dawn Cult."

Fishley paused and asked again:
"Bishop Kolaial, the Hundred Races Alliance is already in danger. We have been pushed to the edge of the cliff. We cannot afford to gamble on this hope."

"Just like the Winged Clan before us, we dare not gamble."

"If we lose the bet, will the demons let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

Layal was silent, and finally sighed and kept silent.

The diversity of the human race means that there are all kinds of birds in the forest.

If he put himself in their shoes, he would not trust the human race either.

"As you said, the Abyss is indeed controlled by the demons. But if that's the case, why don't the demons publicize this fact and extinguish the anti-demon enthusiasm of the Hundred Races Alliance?"

Lecia asked again, and Fishley pondered for a moment before saying softly:
"First, the demons don't control the abyss, they influence it."

"Secondly, the demons are cunning, and few people would believe what they say. Furthermore, there's also the Hundred Races Alliance trying to suppress this information."

"Third..."

Fishley glanced at Ian and the others with a guilty look, lowered her head and whispered:

"As everyone knows, the people the demons look down upon the most are humans..."

"So, strictly speaking, it's a kind of disdain."

(End of this chapter)