The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 34 Bloodline

Carrying the spoils, the people from the City Lord's Mansion left the deep underground mine and returned to the surface.

The sunlight was still bright and white. Eric squinted at the sky outside and realized that it only took them half a day to get down there.

There were many villagers busy or watching the fun in the mine. Soon someone noticed that the people coming up this time were not laborers carrying corpses, but people who were destroying corpses, and their eyes gradually turned to them.

Leslie carried the old necromancer's body and asked the guards to find two pieces of wood, one long and one short, to nail them into a cross. Then he hung the body on it and placed it high in the most conspicuous position in the middle of the mine.

Seeing that the villagers had almost gathered, at the young master's signal, the captain of the guards shouted at the top of his voice:

"The culprit, the creator of the undead, the source of all disasters, the evil necromancer Flanders, has been killed by us—"

The villagers' cheers echoed throughout the mine. Eric watched from the side with a relieved smile.

This matter is finally over...

No, not quite.

Looking up at the blue sky, Eric took a breath, turned and walked out of the mine.

Leslie held the cross while his younger brother dug a hole to secure it. Some brave villagers gathered around and looked at the body hanging high up.

"He won't be resurrected, will he? I heard that evil wizards will regain their vitality after a long sleep and come out to do evil again."

"He's dead, and he won't have the chance to sleep. The young master said that after the corpses are burned, he will be thrown into the fire and burned to ashes."

"Have all the undead really been cleared out?"

"Can I still lie to you?"

Leslie answered casually and glanced at the exit of the mine. The young master and the guards from the City Lord's Mansion who were carrying boxes had already walked there.

According to the young master, they have to go back to the City Lord's Mansion first.

"It's not convenient or safe to leave these things here. I have to send them back first."

At the campsite, watching the boxes being loaded onto the carriage, Eric turned to look at the two nuns. "Are Sister Alena and Miss Sophie going back to the city together?"

Sophie looked at the busy villagers in the camp and hesitated. "Are we leaving just like that? They said there was a party tonight..."

Eric smiled and said, "I don't want to miss the victory celebration party. I will be back before dark."

"Really? Then I'll go!...Uh, is the head nun going back?" Sophie looked at the head nun expectantly.

"I'm not going back." Alena shook her head. "The chaos here is over. I want to discuss the follow-up arrangements with the monks here. The villagers also need to be appeased."

"Okay..." Sophie wasn't too disappointed. At least the head nun didn't ask her to stay.

Anyway, we will be back in the evening. Eric didn't say much. He nodded to the head nun and went to check the things in the carriage.

In addition to the large box of gold coins and several pieces of magic equipment, what he had to take back also included the skill book and magic notes for Irene, as well as dozens of bottles of high-concentration plague toxin.

The last thing is the most dangerous and must not be left here, but Eric doesn't know what to do with it, so he can only take it back and let his uncle make the decision.

After packing everything, Eric and Sophie got on the carriage and left the small town of Valais where they had been staying for several days.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and even fewer horse-drawn carriages. Their carriages were moving neither slowly nor quickly, because they were carrying dangerous goods, and Eric had specifically instructed them not to go too fast.

"Miss Sophie, do you have any plans after you return?"

"Ah... I don't have any plans."

The two sat opposite each other in the carriage, with the things they were going to take back in the middle. Sophie found that this seemed different from what she had expected before leaving.

At least the atmosphere wasn't as ambiguous as she expected...

After Eric got in the car, he stared at the things in the middle in a daze, completely ignoring her. Only now did he suddenly say this.

"Then please feel free to do as you please, Miss Sophie. You can stay at the City Lord's Mansion or go to the monastery. The carriage is at your disposal. I have something to discuss with my uncle, so I can't accompany you."

"..."

Sophie was disappointed, but she didn't know what to say. "I understand."

The carriage traveled smoothly all the way and it didn't take too long to get back to the city of Orei. To avoid accidents, the speed was slowed down a lot after entering the city.

Only when he arrived at the City Lord's Mansion did Eric breathe a sigh of relief.

"Take this box to the Earl's study, and take these books... Never mind, I'll take them there myself. Take care of these plague toxins, and I'll reward you with a gold coin when I come back."

"One...one gold coin?! Yes, Master!"

After giving a few more instructions to the excited guards and letting Sister Sophie wander freely around the city lord's palace, Eric turned around to look for his sister.

He ran into a furry tiger maid and asked her. As expected, Irene was in the room.

"Is uncle busy now?"

"The Earl... is meeting... guests." The tiger people have their own language, and they don't speak the common language very fluently, but Eric has gotten used to it.

"Okay, when he's free, tell him I'll meet him in the study."

"Yes, sir." The tiger maid said this very skillfully.

When I arrived at Irene's room, she was lying on the bed, half asleep and still in a daze.

Eric touched his sister's forehead, but she still hadn't regained consciousness.

"Eileen..."

After sitting for a while, he put down the books and left. When he arrived at his uncle's study, Edgar was already waiting for him. "You're back." Edgar was examining the box that had been delivered to the study. He glanced casually at his nephew, but his gaze paused.

"It seems that you have grown a lot after this trip."

Edgar was already a high-level warrior of level seven, close to level eight. Even though he had been away from battle for many years, his eyes were still sharp and he immediately noticed the changes in his nephew.

"I just gained some strength." Eric didn't dare to be too complacent in front of his uncle, otherwise he would be dragged away for training.

He took out the key and went to open the iron lock. Edgar next to him suddenly patted his shoulder, squeezed it twice, and let out a sigh that seemed to be both relieved and emotional.

"How are things going over there?"

"All the undead inside and outside the mine have been cleared out, and the culprit has been killed by Leslie and I. There will be no more follow-up." After unlocking the box, Eric opened it. "This is the spoils of war."

Looking at the box full of gold coins, Edgar was a little dazed, but not too surprised.

“There are so many.”

"They were all found there." Eric briefly explained the whole story of the necromancer's misfortune. Edgar was even more surprised when he heard that the disaster originated two hundred years ago.

"At that time, the Kimino family was still in the Marquisate of Gradia... No wonder they were unaware of this."

"Yes."

Looking back on the past, the Earl sighed for a moment, then said, "Keep these gold coins for yourself."

Eric didn't say anything. He just grabbed a handful of gold coins and put them in his pocket, then closed the box.

"Also, I found some magic-related things and sent them to Irene. She hasn't woken up yet."

The relaxed look on Edgar's face faded at the mention of his niece.

After a moment of silence, he said, "I need to think about sending Irene to learn magic again."

This matter involved his father's last wish. Eric was silent for a moment before asking, "Can you tell me why now?"

Edgar took a breath, paced a few steps, and suddenly looked towards the door. "Ms. Winnie, close the door. Don't let anyone come in."

"Yes."

The study door was closed, and Edgar looked at his nephew. "Have you finished reading 'The Races of All Creatures on the Continent', which I asked you to read thoroughly a few years ago?"

Eric was stunned.

To be honest, no.

But years of gaming experience have allowed him to name most of the common races in this world.

"Pretty much. I know everyone I should know."

Edgar looked at him, or rather, looked into his blue eyes.

"Then tell me, besides some humans, what other humanoid races have blue pupils?"

Eric was silent. He was about to complain that his uncle's question was tricky, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that he could actually name a few.

"As for blue pupils, the shallow sea murlocs, some female cat people, and the lizard people in the southern harbor seem to also have blue eyes..."

He paused, finally realizing something.

"And all the moon elves."

Edgar whispered, "That's the race of you and Irene's mother. In addition to the blood of the Kimino family flowing in your veins, you also have some elven blood, and Irene inherited more from her mother."

"My mother is a moon elf?"

Eric couldn't believe it. "But the portrait she left behind clearly showed a..."

"—That's a magical disguise. The Moon Elves are the royal family of the ancient elves. Their numbers are very small, and there may be no more than a hundred of them today. One of their taboos is marrying with outsiders."

Edgar sighed. "I never saw your mother in person. When I rushed back after receiving a letter from your father, Elinor, she was already dead. Your father was also seriously injured. He entrusted you and Irene to me and then passed away."

"Because of the moon elves' pursuit?" Eric asked.

"Yes. Because your father kidnapped their only newborn daughter in hundreds of years."

"..."

Eric couldn't describe his feelings for a moment.

As an ancient royal family, Moon Elves are the noblest among the elves. They are extremely rare and can basically only be seen in the emperor's palace or the tower of the Spellcaster's Guild.

They were also natural spellcasters, and there were rumors that the two largest magic academies on the continent were controlled by several ancient moon elves - he had seen them in the game and could confirm that this was true.

It turns out that the talent on his attribute panel that allows for high resistance to elemental magic was inherited from his elf mother?
Irene inherited it more completely, so she was born with strong mental power.

"Your father left a will. The elven blood flowing in Irene's body is very easy for mages to detect, so mages must not be allowed to touch her."

Edgar looked at his nephew. "Because most mages are the Moon Elves' eyes and ears. Once they find out, the Moon Elves will come and kill you and Irene."

Eric, who had never doubted his uncle, found it difficult to agree at this moment.

Is it true?
"Perhaps... there is a possibility of reconciliation between my brother and me and the Moon Elves."

If the moon elves really fight to the death about this, how could the Irene in his previous life grow up to be a witch?

(End of this chapter)