The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 65 Alan
Although Alan was the follower of the high priest Simagu, the saint had no special feelings towards her. Even though she vaguely realized that she was waiting here for some purpose, she did not intend to turn her away, and even took the initiative to let Eric test her strength.

"...Didn't you say she had bad intentions?"

"Yes, but I don't know what kind of bad intentions she has."

The Saint looked at Eric and said, "That's why I asked you to find out her purpose and whether Xinmagu asked her to come."

"..."

"His Holiness the Pope said that Xinmagu will stay in the Holy City for a few days and then return, but I have a feeling he won't stay in his residence in the outer city and will definitely find an opportunity to corrupt naive young people like you."

Eric twitched his lips and said, "Aren't you pushing me into the fire pit?"

"What are you afraid of? Are you still a little bit cunning?" The Saint glared at her. "Stop talking nonsense and go."

Eric had no choice but to go over and meet the high priest's attendant who had been waiting for a long time.

"Your Highness the Future Saint." When he came closer, Alan saluted him again.

"Except for you and High Priest Xinmagu, few people here would specifically remind me that I'm a quasi-saint when addressing me."

Eric stopped and looked at the other person. Although this was the saint's request, he really wanted to know why she came.

As he got closer, he realized the Aramean survivor was quite good-looking. Thin lips, bright eyes, a tall stature, and skin as white as snow. The unusual silver hair didn't seem out of place at all.

Alan...

He was actually a little unfamiliar with her name from the tribe, because in his previous life's game, he usually called her "Ninety-one Old One".

"Your Highness." Hearing Eric's words, Alan smiled and changed his tone.

"Are you here to see me or Her Highness the Saint?" Eric asked.

Yalan said it was the former, and then got straight to the point: "Because Your Highness said before that you seemed to have seen me somewhere."

Eric had just said it casually before, but he didn't expect her to remember it.

"It's just this feeling." He couldn't say he had seen her in a previous life. "Isn't it often like this: you're a stranger, yet you feel like you've known each other for a long time."

"I feel the same way, Your Highness."

Alan's smile remained unchanged. "But you still called out my name."

"Is 'Aram' your name?" Eric showed some surprise on his face. "I'm just surprised to see a real Aram in the Holy City."

He is lying.

Alan was all too familiar with this feeling.

It seemed like he had really seen her somewhere, but why did he deny it?

Did he know something?
Yalan took a slow breath, letting his mind calm down, and continued, "Your Highness said he had seen me before, but I have no impression of you. So I was wondering if you had mistaken one of my clansmen for me."

Eric thought about it and nodded in agreement, "That's possible."

"Where have you seen Aramites besides me?" Aram asked.

The answer is readily available, "Redwood Forest."

Yalan was confused for a few seconds. She had never heard of this place. "Redwood Forest is...?"

Eric spoke frankly, "Taking the Heroes' Highway from Otville to Holtdam, you pass through a large redwood forest. There's a small town next to the highway, and it was in the tavern there that I met the two Arameans. One of them even told me his name: Garcia."

Alan was immediately surprised. She did have a tribesman named Garcia.

Eric then described Garcia's appearance and demeanor, convincing her that what he said was true.

"Those are my people. I have been separated from them for many years."

Alan stared into Eric's eyes to determine if his next words were true. "Did Garcia tell you what he was doing there?"

"No." Eric shook his head. "He was just interested in an Aram steel sword passed down from my ancestors. He wanted to get it, so he exchanged a few words with me, but I rejected him. That was the extent of our contact."

He probably wasn't lying... Alan made a judgment in his heart.

"He also said that if I no longer needed the sword, I could put it up for consignment at Lutia's auction house. If you want to find that tribesman, you might find something by waiting there," Eric added.

What is Garcia doing... The more he comes into contact with irrelevant imperial people, the greater the risk of exposure. Has he forgotten all this?
"Thank you for the clue, Your Highness Eric."

Alan bowed his head to express his gratitude while concealing his true emotions. "The Alan people have always been nomadic. I have been looking for the lost tribesmen over the years, but to no avail. When I return to Lutia, I will pay more attention to the auction house." "It's just a piece of cake." Eric said.

Alan looked at him again, and his previous judgment was somewhat shaken.

Since she wasn't lying about meeting Garcia, then was her previous statement about having met her just a misjudgment?

Seeing that she had finally finished asking questions, Eric also wanted to ask her a question: "Ms. Yalan is the student of the ancient high priest Xinma?"

"The high priest only adopted me after I was separated from my tribe." Alan shook his head.

It turns out that it is really just a follower... No wonder it is so weak. It falls down with one push in a difficult dungeon like the level 90 40-man dungeon.

According to the plot of that copy, the witch Irene and some other small villains were surrounded by the protagonists, the adventurers, when they were left with no other options.

It seemed that Alan had been hunted by another group of villains before this, and had to seek Irene's protection, so he stayed with her. As a result, he was the first to fall in the encirclement.

Is she Irene's friend? Eric guessed in his heart. Irene was a student of Xinmagu, so it was not surprising that she had a good relationship with his adopted female follower.

However, this is all in another world line.

Now that he was being watched by the Saint, at least on the surface, he didn't want to have anything to do with Xinma Gu, even if he was just his follower...

That being said, but looking at the young and beautiful Alan in front of him, Eric felt that it would be a pity to let her follow Xinmagu to the end and die tragically in the end. She was not even a villain in the strict sense.

"If you follow the High Priest, you won't have to wander anymore. Even so, Miss Yalan, do you still want to find your people?"

Aram glanced at him and nodded, "I am an Aramean. No matter what, the Aramean people are my ultimate destination."

Eric said, "Then I suggest Miss Alan go look for them near the Sel Ice Lake in Noslia. I heard that some people have seen some Alans there."

This was the location of the suspected Aramean settlement that he had heard from the Aramean Garcia before.

To his surprise, the moment Alan heard the location of Sailer Ice Lake, his face turned pale and he froze.

"..."

Eric was confused, then frowned.

Not right.

Judging from her reaction, she obviously knew this place. If that was the case, why didn't she go back?
When Alan came to his senses, he quickly realized his mistake. He stared at Eric and began to explain, "I was looking for it around there before... I didn't expect to miss it."

Eric shook his head. "That's unfortunate."

"Yeah... what a coincidence."

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other.

Eric realized that he seemed to have accidentally discovered a secret of the Arameans;
And Alan knew even more clearly that the quasi-saint in front of him did not believe her explanation at all, and might even have begun to doubt the specialness of that place.

Trouble... This thought popped up in both of their minds at the same time.

"It's getting late. I should go back and pray." Eric turned around and wanted to run.

"Your Highness Eric!"

Yalan quickly pulled him back and said, "I want to talk to you for a few more words!"

Eric broke away, "I have nothing to talk to you about. The Saint won't let me talk to strange women."

Alan was about to reach out and pull him, but the next moment, Eric suddenly appeared seven or eight steps away.

"..."

She was still in a daze. Eric nodded to her as a goodbye, then turned and ran into the monastery.

Alan didn't put down his hand until his figure disappeared, and found that he was sweating profusely.

"It's over... our base is about to be discovered..."

(End of this chapter)