The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 66: Die After Having Fun

The Holy Maiden's Abbey.

After hearing Eric's report, the Saint frowned and thought for a moment, "Is that all the Aramean asked you?"

"Yes," Eric replied.

To avoid unnecessary complications, he did not mention anything related to the Aramean settlement.

"Didn't she convey anything from Xinmagu?" the saint asked again.

Eric shook his head, "No."

"You weren't invited to meet with Xinmagu secretly somewhere?"

Eric was helpless, "No."

The saint fell into deep thought.

"I don't think this has anything to do with High Priest Sinmagu," Eric said. "That Aram man is very concerned about the whereabouts of his people. It doesn't seem fake."

The Saint glanced at him, and after a moment, she said, "Do you know who was the knight who led the army to destroy the ancient country of Alan hundreds of years ago?"

Eric was stunned for a moment, "Could it be my ancestor?"

“It’s my ancestor.”

The Saint glanced at him sideways. "Your ancestor was attacking the small kingdoms at the foot of the Jedi Mountains. Master Eric, this is an ancestral honor that will be passed down until the end of our family. Are you trying to tell me that these events are not recorded in our family history?"

“…I forgot.”

Eric had no chance to argue and could only confess.

Although the saint complained, she didn't really care about other people's children forgetting their roots. She just happened to be thinking of the events before and after the founding of the empire.

She didn't think the Aramites were coming for her, a descendant of the destroyed Tullus. So many years had passed. Perhaps, as Eric had said, she simply wanted to know where her people had gone.

"People who are associated with a troublesome figure like Xinmagu always make people think too much." The Saint shook her head. "Unless she comes looking for you again in the future, then don't worry about it."

Eric responded, but he felt helpless.

Judging from Alan's expression, he's probably going to come look for him...

"Go ahead. Don't forget, you still have to go to seminary this afternoon."

"Yes."

Not long after Eric returned to the side house, a young nun came running to report that there was a silver-haired woman outside the monastery who claimed to be a friend of the future saint and wanted to enter the monastery and follow him for a few days.

This happened too quickly!
"Find some guard knights and arrest her."

"Ah?" The little nun was stunned.

"It's nothing... I understand. Let her wait." Eric waved his hand and didn't dare to arrest the high priest's followers casually.

He carefully reviewed the plot he knew in his mind. There seemed to be no connection between the remnants of Alan and Xinmagu. Alan was pestering him only because he knew the secret of their ethnic settlement.

The question is, is it a big secret that a bunch of Aramean survivors gathered together?

——Unless they want to do something big, such as restore their country.

"Heh..." Eric laughed at the strange idea that suddenly popped up in his mind.

But soon, his smile faded.

Because he found that if he thought along this line of thought, then Alan and the two Alans he met in the redwood forest's reactions to the place called Sel Ice Lake all made sense.

——The remnants of Aram are accumulating strength in that sparsely populated area of ​​ice and snow, ready to go.

But now the empire is old and its strength has seriously declined. Now is indeed a rare opportunity for the Arameans to restore their country after more than 500 years of destruction.

Of course, Eric already knew the result - let alone restoring the country, the entire Alan settlement was wiped out by the demon army heading south, and disappeared from the continent before the empire.

And Alan, who was defeated by players only after the release of the level 90 dungeon, might be the last pure-blooded Alan on the continent.

Thinking about it this way, her lines during the boss battle, which were full of despair, all started to make sense.

Eric felt a little sympathetic towards her.

But it's just a little sympathy.

It was impossible for him to give any support to her and the remnants of Alan. At most, he pretended to know nothing and let things take their course - not knowing, not reporting, and not disturbing.

Correspondingly, she could no longer pester him - the restoration of the country and the restoration of the love of the country had nothing to do with him.

With this in mind, Eric didn't let Alan wait outside any longer and went out to see her. "Your Highness Eric, you're finally out."

Alan, who was waiting outside the monastery, had returned to the elegant demeanor she had when Eric first met her. There was only a genuine smile on her face, and no trace of anxiety could be seen.

This female spy...

After guessing the Alan survivors' plan to restore their country, Eric naturally thought of Alan's true identity: he was probably a spy planted next to the high priest to gather information about the empire.

Eric actually wanted to tell her that if she wanted to restore her country, she should just take action. The empire could not care about them at all. Now she could enjoy restoring her country for two years before the arrival of the demons - it was better to die after having a good time than to be wiped out without knowing why.

"Miss Yalan, would you like to spend a few days at the Saint's Monastery?"

Alan smiled and nodded. "The High Priest will be staying in the Holy City for a few days, but he has no one to see except the Pope. He can only stay in his residence in the outer city before leaving, and he doesn't need me to accompany him. This is a rare opportunity, and I would like to practice with His Highness and bask in the grace of the gods."

"The Saint doesn't like you." Eric said.

Yalan's expression remained unchanged. "I only came to the monastery to practice meditation for a few days. I will never disturb Her Highness the Saint."

Eric shook his head. "Her Highness the Saint just asked me if you were sent by the High Priest to inquire about the news."

Alan chuckled, "That would be too obvious, wouldn't it?"

"But High Priest Simmagu is such a strangely upright man that he asked his followers to come here directly to inquire about the news, which seems like something he would do," said Eric.

"Alright." Alan sighed, "But if I just practice with His Highness Eric from beginning to end, what information can I get?"

"Then Her Highness the Saint will think that you are targeting me, and the trouble will fall on me."

Eric looked at her and said, "I don't want to get into trouble like this... or is it true that Miss Yalan is coming for me?"

Alan smiled when he heard that, leaning slightly closer to him, looking at his face, "Your Highness, I feel like we've known each other for a long time. There's nothing wrong with saying that."

Eric's expression was calm, and he didn't move. "Then Miss Yalan is late. Her heart and body have already belonged to the gods."

Alan's eyes swept across his face, then looked into his blue eyes. "So I only ask to practice with Your Highness for a few days."

Eric also looked at her for a moment.

If he said at this point that he knew nothing, she would definitely not believe him;

If he said that although he knew something about the Arameans, he had no intention of interfering, then it would be even more impossible for her to let him go - no one wanted to have such a big handle in the hands of others.

I really shouldn't have said that...

Eric was already regretting it, but now that things had come to this, he could only respond accordingly.

He also had some things he wanted to learn from her, so he didn't refuse again. "This is not something I can decide. I need the Saint's approval."

"Even Her Highness, the Quasi-Saint Lady, can't decide on such a trivial matter?"

Alan moved closer now, staring at him with his bright eyes, and his voice became hoarse, which was quite lethal.

Such a beautiful face was right in front of him, it would be a shame not to look at it. Moreover, since she was an outsider, she was not destined to stay in the monastery for long, so Eric could look at her more boldly.

After seeing enough, he said, "Admitting to the monastery for a short period of training is a small matter for others, but for the followers of the High Priest Simmagu, we in the Saint's Monastery will take it very seriously."

"On full alert?" Alan's smile was a bit forced, and he sighed at the end, "Alright, then please inform the Saint."

When Eric reported this to the Saint, the latter's eyes suddenly focused on his face and looked at him for a while.

"Why do I feel that she is coming for you?"

you do not say……

"I think so too, so I want to find out her real purpose." Eric replied.

"Do you mean to let her in?" asked the saint.

"Yes."

After a little thought, the saint nodded.

"Dealing with visitors with unclear intentions does require some experience... Your Highness Eric, this is someone you let in. I won't interfere with the reception; you can arrange it yourself. But you must give me a conclusion afterwards."

Eric breathed a sigh of relief after receiving the Saint's consent. Then, upon hearing her last words, he subconsciously asked, "What conclusion?"

The saint yawned.

"Every action has a motive. Is she trying to uncover the secrets of the Church for Xinmagu, or is she trying to assassinate me, a descendant of Tullus, or is she simply trying to sleep with you... In short, any conclusion is possible."

(End of this chapter)