The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 69 Don’t owe each other
If Eric guessed correctly, Agnes, the moon elf teacher of Xinmagu, was the one who killed him and Irene's mother.

Judging from the reactions of the moon elves, they are extremely opposed to this behavior.

Considering the moon elves' lifespan of three hundred years, although intermarriage with outsiders is a taboo, it is at most an indelible mistake in their long life, and is far from enough to end their lives - but with a population of only a hundred people, they have already reached the point of being endangered.

Eric guessed that Agnes's pursuit of his parents more than ten years ago was more likely just to bring his mother back to the land of the moon elves. As a result, due to various accidents, she accidentally killed her and regretted it for the rest of her life.

Therefore, in another world line, Irene would receive careful teaching from her student Xinmagu, and quickly grow from a sickly girl suffering from mental torture into a powerful witch - her later blackening was Xinmagu's problem.

After clarifying the relationship between the characters, Eric also had a plan in mind.

Alan had been looking at him for a long time. Seeing that he had finally come to his senses, he couldn't help but ask, "Is there something wrong with Master Agnes? Why are you paying attention to her?"

Eric smiled and said, "Miss Yalan, are you sure you want me to answer this question? This will also be counted as part of the exchange of answers."

Alan snorted coldly and stopped asking questions, "It's your turn to continue answering questions about the Alans."

"No problem. Where were we?" Eric asked.

"You discovered our base on the Ice Lake of Seir."

"If what I've heard is true, then this is all I know about the facts." Eric looked at her. "The following is my guess: you intend to accumulate strength in that remote place and prepare for the restoration of your country."

Alan remained silent, neither confirming nor denying his statement.

Eric remained silent, waiting for her to continue asking questions.

The silence lasted for a while.

"and then?"

"What then?"

Alan looked at him. "Is this the end of your speculation?"

"Why, do you still expect me to guess a complete plan for national restoration?"

Eric was surprised. "I've already said that I don't care about you at all. Not to mention that I don't believe you can successfully restore your country, even if you succeed, it won't have any impact on me."

Yalan looked at him for a moment, then sneered, "Imperial people, you will pay the price for your contempt sooner or later."

"Really? Then I'll write a letter of complaint to Governor Noslia."

"..."

Alan was speechless for a moment, his mouth agape, and he looked quite embarrassed.

But after she had just said those harsh words, it was really hard for her to admit defeat immediately. After grumbling for a long time, she finally managed to utter something like this: it would do him no good and there was no need to do this.

Eric also listened to the advice and said, "Okay."

The dim scripture hall fell into an eerie silence again.

Seeing that the candle on the pulpit was almost burned out, Eric stood up and said, "If there are no other questions, I'll be leaving."

"Wait a moment, Your Highness Eric." After calming down, Alan's attitude towards him returned to respect, at least on the surface. "I have another question."

"Go ahead." Eric looked at her.

"Your Highness said that you heard all about the Arameans from others. Could you tell me where and from whom you heard this?"

Eric pursed his lips. "What are you going to do with that guy?"

Alan smiled, "Your Highness should understand."

"What if he is Aramean?"

"..."

"Everything I told you was told to me by Garcia, whom I met in the redwood forest," Eric said. "He didn't mean to say it, but simply let it slip. His Aramean companion quickly reminded him."

Alan looked into his eyes and asked, "Your Highness, can you guarantee that what you said is true?"

Eric turned and said to the statue behind the pulpit, "I can swear to the gods that every word I said is true."

Seeing that it was indeed a tribe member who leaked the secret, Alan's face suddenly became much uglier.

She bowed to Eric and said, "Thank you for your honesty, Your Highness. I'm sorry that Alan behaved very rudely towards you today. Please forgive me." "It's okay, I don't mind," said Eric.

"I have another request." Alan said again.

Eric looked at her, "Don't tell anyone about your affairs, right?"

Alan nodded.

"Sure. But I need your help with something."

Seeing that Alan suddenly became alert, Eric smiled and said, "It's just a small matter. I want to ask Miss Alan to take a letter to Grand Mage Agnes for me."

Alan was startled, then shook his head. "I'm just the High Priest's follower. At most, I can go with him to see the noble Moon Elf. I can't possibly see her on my own."

"Then go see him in the name of the high priest," Eric said. "As long as she sees my letter, Archmage Agnes won't care about Miss Alan's little tricks."

Alan hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

"Okay, then we won't owe each other anything. It's getting late, Miss Alan, do you have any other questions you want to ask me?" Eric asked.

Alan looked at him for a while and said:

"That's all, but I do have a few more things to say. I've met many nobles in Lutia, but few are as deep-minded as Mr. Eric at his age. You strike me as dangerous, and I constantly wonder if the agreement I've reached with you now will become a disaster in the future."

"You haven't seen much," Eric said with a smile. "There's no conflict of interest between us. If there's any trouble, it's your own fault. I can promise not to interfere in any of your Aramean affairs... unless you take the initiative to stand in my way."

Alan also smiled, leaned forward, and put his shoulder against his. "I can also guarantee that the Alan people will never take the initiative to become your Highness's enemy."

The scripture hall was dim, with flickering candlelight.

Looking at the silver-haired pretty face so close to him, Eric studied her face without disguising himself. "Is this how Miss Yalan usually gathers information?"

"No, if I had acted too frivolously, I would have been driven away by the High Priest long ago... So far, the only person I've approached is His Highness."

Alan looked at him even more unscrupulously, almost as if licking and kissing his face with his eyes. "You have such a beautiful face, so beautiful that it makes me feel it's a pity that you joined the church. Even if these things hadn't happened, I would have been willing to stay with Your Highness for a few more days."

"Then why not stay in the convent?" Eric said.

Yalan was startled, then burst out laughing, "I can't stand the hardship of seclusion."

Eric looked at her and said, "If Miss Yalan hasn't made any unforgivable mistakes, you can come to me when you are desperate in the future."

Alan stared at Eric for a while, and found that he seemed serious. The smile on his face faded, and then he took a half step back, lowered his eyes, bowed his head, and saluted by holding his skirt.

"I don't think that day will ever come, but I accept your kindness, Your Highness."

Both of them knew that they still had some reservations about the other, but both felt that what remained was no longer important.

Having said all, Eric left the scripture hall first and returned to the monastery. Alan followed and watched his figure disappear before walking towards his resting place.

"I hope we won't become enemies in the future..." Alan stood in the shadows. Suddenly, he thought of something and his eyes turned cold. "Your Highness Eric."

After returning to the side house, Eric went to the study first and wrote a letter to the Moon Elf Archmage Agnes.

He was now certain that the moon elves would not do anything unfavorable to them, so he was very direct in his letter, stating directly the predicament Irene was facing and asking her to allow Irene to go to the Imperial Capital Magic Academy to study magic.

After thinking for a while, Eric added a few more words, emphasizing that the high priest Xinmagu was prejudiced against the nobles and was more concerned with imperial affairs, making him unsuitable to guide Irene - he was really afraid that Agnes would push Irene to her student Xinmagu.

As for the hatred for accidentally killing his parents... Eric, who had never seen his parents since he became conscious, did not think that this was more important than solving Irene's problem.

After all, Uncle Edgar's attitude was more about his parents being unlucky.

"—Your Highness."

Eric looked up, "You still awake?"

"I'm waiting for Your Highness." Alena came over.

"I'll go to sleep after I finish this letter... Well, there's also a letter to my uncle." Eric lowered his head and continued writing.

Alena walked to his side, glanced at the letter and then looked away. Her nose suddenly moved, and her eyes gradually focused on his left arm while unconsciously following.

It seems to be... the smell of a strange woman?

(End of this chapter)