The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 35 Harder than Math
"Reconciliation..."

Edgar had little hope for Eric's words. Although he also hoped so, he couldn't risk the lives of his nephews and nieces.

After all, this is a question that cannot be tested.

It would be fine if they could reconcile, but if not, there would be no chance of escaping from the Moon Elf, who was born a powerful spellcaster.

"Hasn't Father ever considered Irene's future? Is he just going to let her live her whole life in anonymity, a life of seclusion?" Eric asked. "There must be some solution, right?"

"Maybe."

Edgar looked at the portrait on the wall and paused for a moment. "It's just that he didn't have time to explain."

Eric opened his mouth but remained silent.

He speculated that the moon elves had most likely let go of their hatred and were even fully aware that the tribesman who eloped with humans had left behind two children. After all, with their power, they would be able to find out all this through various clues.

But he could also understand his uncle's concerns.

He was confident simply because of his experience in his previous life, while his uncle had nothing but two children who he thought still needed protection.

If only I could communicate directly with someone I could talk to from the Moon Elves...

Eric found himself facing the same problem again, both on the Moon Elf's side and on the Saint's side.

Communication channels are indeed very important.

"Then I'll think of a solution." Eric said to his uncle, "Irene's magic studies can't be delayed any longer."

Edgar took a deep breath and exhaled, nodding slightly. "Whatever you plan, remember to discuss it with me."

"I understand. Besides, I have to go back to the town of Valais before evening," said Eric.

"Is there anything else that's not going on?"

"No." Eric smiled. "The villagers over there arranged a banquet for us to celebrate our victory, and I didn't want to let them down."

Edgar also smiled and said, "Go ahead."

It was still quite early, so after leaving his uncle's study, Eric looked up at the sky and sighed. After thinking for a while, he went to Irene's room again.

This time she finally woke up, and a smile appeared on her face when she saw him come in.

"Eric, is this for me?" She pointed to the magic books and notes lying beside the bed.

"Yes." Eric sat down on the bed, a thought suddenly popping into his mind, "You've looked through those notes. Can you understand them yourself?"

Irene shook her head.

It seems that it is still very difficult to get started entirely on one's own, Eric thought, especially since Irene is still in this state.

Looking at the chain mail he hadn't taken off yet, Irene looked into his eyes again, "Why does Eric want me to learn magic?"

"Because... this is Irene's talent, and it can also help you get out of your current predicament."

His sister just looked at him blankly.

Eric touched her face and looked into her blue eyes that were the same as his own. "Irene has no interest in magic?"

"I do not know."

Irene shook her head. "I've been awake for so short a time that I don't know what I'm interested in... No, I'm interested in everything I can see while I'm awake."

"..."

Eric felt a pain in his chest and his heart was broken.

Although she is the same age as him, facing this colorful world, she can only sink into the chaos of black and white, and can't even distinguish between reality and illusion.

The more he knew now, the more he felt pain for his sister's suffering.

"Eric?"

Irene also raised her hand and stroked her brother's face.

"...I will do everything I can to help Irene get out of this state."

Eric looked at the notes on the bedside. Since Irene couldn't understand them herself and couldn't go to the magic academy to study at the moment, he would study them.

Even a divine spell cast by the Saint's veil could awaken his second professional system. After reading these magic learning notes, maybe he could also awaken his talent for magic - he still has a bit of moon elf blood flowing in his body.

Eric picked up the notes and sat down beside Irene's bed to look through them.

I don't need to be very good, as long as I can get started.

It only takes half an hour from getting started to giving up.

"No...I can't get in at all." Eric raised his head and took a deep breath.

This stuff is even more outrageous than math. If you say you don't know it, then you really don't know it at all - even if you don't know math, you can still count to one, two, three, four, five, and even be proficient in addition and subtraction within ten. If you don't know magic, you will never be able to fart in your life.

The damn elf blood flows into him, and all the magic resistance is increased!
Eric scratched his head, not knowing how to face his sister, while Irene had already fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder.

"..."

With a sigh, Eric put down his notes, laid Erin down on the pillow, and stood up to leave her room.

Not long after returning to his room, the maid arrived with a message from the guards guarding the carriage in the courtyard, asking if they should wait elsewhere, as the carriage was blocking the way. Eric then remembered that there were a bunch of dangerous goods on the carriage, and hurried over to find the city lord's housekeeper there, presumably urging him on.

"Master..."

"It's okay." Eric remembered his instructions before leaving and rewarded the guard with a gold coin. "Please find another place to stay... By the way, where is Miss Sophie?"

The guard took the gold coins and smiled, pointing to the carriage behind him.

Eric was stunned. He lifted the curtain and saw that the little sister Sophie was still waiting in the carriage.

"Miss Sophie..."

"I don't know where to go either." Sophie was waiting impatiently and couldn't help but complain to him.

"Sorry, I talked to my uncle for a long time."

"It's okay..." Seeing him lower his head, the little nun's emotions instantly disappeared.

Eric's gaze shifted to the plague toxins in the carriage. He hadn't figured out what to do with them. Leaving them in the City Lord's Mansion was like a time bomb.

He had just mentioned it to his uncle, and Edgar said he needed to think about it, but in the blink of an eye, both of them had forgotten about it.

"I wonder if those alchemists would be interested in this..."

After all, Orei City is the largest city in Dent County, and it has all the necessary places, such as the Alchemist Association. Eric remembered that they seemed to be purchasing all kinds of strange materials all year round. This high concentration of plague toxin might also be within their scope of interest.

"Miss Sophie, would you be interested in walking around the streets with me?"

Sophie was stunned, then nodded in surprise, "Okay!"

The carriage left the city lord's mansion and headed towards a place in the city where a tall tower stood. That was the Mage Tower of the Spellcaster Association, and the Alchemy Association was right next to it.

To most of the less knowledgeable citizens of Ori, there seemed to be no difference between the two. After all, those strange men in long robes who frequented those two doors and occasionally visited each other did not look very serious.

The connection between mages and alchemists is sometimes indeed very close.

"Mr. Eric, are you going to the Alchemy Guild? My father is sponsoring an alchemy apprentice. He occasionally sends dad some potions he's made, but I don't know what they're for."

"Maybe it's a health supplement..."

"Health products?"

"That's right, to keep fit. But sponsorship is sponsorship, and if you're really going for it, it's best to find some already famous alchemy masters..."

Eric and Sophie chatted intermittently, and before long, the carriage arrived at the foot of the tower.

Letting Sophie stay in the car for a while, Eric walked into the Alchemy Association next door and explained his purpose directly to the old man at the front desk.

"Plague toxin?" The old man narrowed his eyes. "What kind of plague is it?"

"Uh... green."

"Listen, 'green', do you know how many kinds of green toxins there are? Why don't you just say it's poisonous?"

The old man rolled his eyes and glanced at the chain mail on his body, thinking that he was just an ignorant warrior. "Did you bring it? Let me see it."

Eric took out a bottle of toxin as a sample, and the old man's eyes widened instantly.

"It's actually this pure! Let me see... where did you get it?"

Eric didn't hide anything and explained his origins. The old man was stunned for a while and muttered, "It seems that the legend left by our ancestors is true... I was planning to take people to that mine to dig in a while. It's a big loss."

Eric frowned, suddenly having an indescribable feeling.

It seems that even if no villagers dug up the seal of the mine, these alchemists would still take risks to obtain materials, and then a tide of undead would still break out.

Is this some kind of inevitability?
"What price do you want to sell it for?" the old man asked, interrupting Eric's thoughts.

The price didn't matter to him; he just wanted to dispose of these dangerous goods in a safe manner. "You can give as much as you want. I have plenty."

"How many can there be?" the old man disagreed.

"A carriage."

"..."

The old man stared and followed him outside. Seeing the remaining plague toxins in the carriage, he was shocked at first, then rolled his eyes at Eric and said, "Where is the carriage?"

"It doesn't make much difference," Eric said casually. "What will you do with these toxins? I don't want to hear about a plague spreading in Ori City one day."

"It seems you really don't understand. After being refined to this state, how can it be contagious? At most, it can be used as a poison, which is a sure-fire way to kill people."

The old man spoke clearly, "Besides, goods of this purity are not enough for a small place like ours, whether for research or anything else. There will be people in Casterfel who will buy them for a high price... well, not a very high price. I think they will all be sold there."

Another chaotic place...

But perhaps only the chaotic people over there would need such dangerous goods, Eric thought.

"I really don't understand, but I want you to promise that all toxins will be sold to Casterfel... Why do you ask?"

Facing the old man's question, Eric pointed to the sign of the City Lord's Mansion on the carriage.

"Just because of this. It turns out you really don't know me. If someone in Ou Rui City gets infected with this poison one day, the first to suffer will be you."

(End of this chapter)