The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 68: Waste
When all the afternoon classes were over, the sun was about to set.

Eric held the pendant hanging on his chest, muttered to himself, and drew a circle on the table with his fingertips.

When the two ends of the circle closed, it suddenly became brighter, then began to shrink, becoming even brighter when only a dot remained, and then disappeared into nothingness with a short bang, leaving no trace.

[You have mastered the technique of the "Holy Ring"]

"Holy Ring": Divine spell. Concentrates divine power, creating a circle that begins to shrink inward upon completion, dealing Holy damage to all targets it passes through and secondary damage at the focal point. Casting requirements: Spirit 30, Faith 80.
This is actually the skill of the Paladin in "Crown of Thorns". Of course, the actual range is not as small as Eric drew it on the table. In the game, after being enhanced by the talents and passive skills of the sub-profession, it also has the effect of forcibly dragging the target within the range to the core point and knocking it away when it explodes. It can be regarded as a magical skill for gathering monsters.

However, in this world, Eric felt that the chances of him being able to use this magic were slim. However, it was always good to have more skills, and learning a few more would not hurt, and it was free.

"Your Highness learns so quickly." Sophie exclaimed from the side.

Eric smiled and tucked the pendant back into his clothes.

The Ring of Holy Gathering was considered an intermediate-level divine spell. The divine spell ring Alena had given him was no longer able to cast it. The divine spell pendant he was wearing at this moment was a high-level standard divine spell medium uniformly used in the Holy Lady Monastery. It was brought to him by the lecturing nun before class.

"I think it's because His Highness has a truly devout faith and has gained Yela's attention."

Alan was the next to speak. She said she wanted to practice with Eric, and she actually attended every class without missing a single one, even though she hadn't understood a single word of the divine arts lesson.

Sophie glanced at her, rolled her eyes, and turned her face away.

Eric also just smiled and said nothing.

Today's training sessions were all over, and it was time for him to report to the Saint. Before that, he made arrangements for the high priest's entourage who were coming for a short training session.

"Miss Yalan, there's a special reception area in the monastery. I'll arrange for someone to take you there to rest. If you need it, a nun will also take you to the scripture hall to participate in the evening chanting and prayer."

Alan was startled and looked at Eric, "Then Your Highness..."

"When we return to the Saint's Abbey, Her Highness the Saint will personally guide me on my shortcomings in cultivation, so it will not be convenient for outsiders to participate." Eric said.

Yalan gritted his teeth, "His Highness said he wanted to learn ancient languages ​​from me..."

Eric smacked his palms. "I had completely forgotten about that."

"..."

"let's talk tomorrow."

Sophie smiled at this moment and bowed to Eric, "See you tomorrow, Your Highness~"

Although she was not very clear about the identity of the silver-haired woman His Highness brought with him, Sophie had noticed this afternoon that His Highness did not like her very much, and that she was the one who had been pestering His Highness.

Eric nodded, "See you tomorrow."

The nun's dormitory where Sophie was resting was in two different directions from the Holy Maiden's Monastery. She walked to the other side and when she was about to turn the corner, she looked back and saw the two people still standing there. She then shrank back behind the corner and watched closely.

Eric saw it immediately and wanted to laugh, but he ignored her and said, "See you tomorrow, Miss Alan."

Alan stared at him, took a deep breath, and smiled.

"Your Highness, please take me to a place to rest. I have a few more words to say, and we can talk while we walk."

"it is good."

The two men walked to the other side. Sophie stretched her head to look for a while, but ultimately did not follow them.

"Is that nun named Sophie just a companion who accompanies His Highness in class?" After observing for an afternoon, Alan also made his own discoveries.

"She's quite intelligent. She might be able to teach me what I didn't understand, so I'll let her practice with me," Eric said, his gaze fixed on the courtyard he was passing by. The sunset and dusk also had a unique beauty. "More importantly, she's trustworthy."

Hearing the emphasis in his words, Alan sighed, "It seems that His Highness Eric still doesn't believe me."

"I believe in two things: one is sincere emotion, the other is real interests."

Eric stopped and looked at the courtyard. "As for emotions, this is the first time we've met. Even if there were any, they would only be shallow emotions born of desire. There's no need to dwell on them."

Alan also stopped and looked at him.

"As for your interests, Miss Yalan has been very secretive and completely unwilling to reveal her true interests... How can I trust you?"

Alan was silent for a long time, pursed his lips, and was about to speak.

"Your Highness Eric..."

At this moment, Eric stepped forward and said, "It's getting late. I don't have time to talk to Miss Yalan now."

She suddenly felt like she was being teased, and finally got angry. "What do you want?" Eric turned his head to look at her, surprised, "The Saint is still waiting for me to report. No matter how important your matter is, can it be as important as the Saint's?"

Alan looked at him coldly.

"If Miss Alan really has something to say to me alone, then wait for me in the scripture hall." Eric said and turned to leave.

Alan didn't follow him until his figure completely disappeared. He stayed there gritting his teeth.

She was now certain that Eric had been teasing her for most of the day.

And Eric was just trying to wear down her patience.

Only when her patience is exhausted and her anxiety reaches its peak will this sweet-talking female spy be willing to tell the truth and tell him what he wants to know.

With this purpose in mind, Eric from the side room waited until the night bell rang before he prepared to go to the scripture hall.

"Your Highness?" Alena quickly noticed his movements.

"I have something to do, you should rest first." Eric said.

Alena responded without asking any further questions.

When he arrived at the scripture hall, Eric didn't see anyone at first glance. He thought Alan had left or had never come there at all. It was not until he heard a noise in the dark corner that he noticed the figure standing there.

"Ms. Yalan, I see you're still here."

Eric walked over and, under Alan's cold gaze, sat down on the bench on the other side of the aisle.

In the scripture hall, there was only a candle on the pulpit in front that was lit. It was left by the last nun to leave for Alan.

"It's just Miss Yalan and I here now. If you have any questions, just ask directly. Don't beat around the bush."

The two men in the shadows stared at each other for a moment before Aram finally spoke: "How much do you know about us Aramites?"

"Not much," Eric replied. "All I know is hearsay. How much interest do you think I, a noble descendant of Kimino and a future saint, would have in a nomadic people like you whose population is even smaller than my own small town?"

"..."

The words were unpleasant to hear, but they were so true that it was hard for Alan not to believe them.

"That……"

Eric interrupted her, "I have a question for you too. Once you answer it, I'll answer your next question."

Alan was silent for a moment, "Okay."

"Have you ever seen the moon elf teacher of High Priest Xinmagu?" Eric asked.

Alan had no idea that this was the question he was going to ask. He was stunned for a few seconds before answering, "I've met her. She's a professor at Xingyuan Academy and the Imperial Capital Magic Academy. The high priest would occasionally visit her at the suburban magic academy. I've met her a few times with him."

Eric was also stunned for a moment. The moon elf teacher of Xinmagu was actually a professor at the top magic academies of two continents. Then he should know him. There were not many moon elf NPCs of this level in "Crown of Thorns".

"What's her name?"

Alan looked at him, "It's your turn to answer my question."

Eric smiled and said, "Please ask, Miss Alan."

"Tell me all you know about the Syrians."

Eric didn't hide it, "Let's take it one step at a time. First of all: I know you have a secret base at the Saier Ice Lake. The remaining Alan people should have gathered there. In fact, they are no longer wandering."

Even though he had some guesses in his heart, Alan's face turned pale when he heard his straightforward statement.

"It's Miss Alan's turn. Please introduce the moon elf to me." Eric asked.

Alan calmed down for a while before speaking.

"All I know is that her name is Agnes. She's a great wizard proficient in elemental magic, possibly over three hundred years old. I heard that over a decade ago, she accidentally killed a young member of her tribe, and because of that, she was ostracized by the other moon elves. She's forbidden from returning to her secluded place, and can only spend the rest of her life in the tower built for her by humans..."

She looked at Eric and found that his expression had become very complicated. There was an indescribable depth in his eyes, and a vague feeling of relief.

"It's her."

(End of this chapter)