The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 67 We Can't Study Together

The obscure ancient language course was drowsy just by listening to it, especially since it was held in the afternoon. In this early summer with its gradually hot weather, it was easy to lose consciousness in the classroom if you were not careful. Usually, when sleepiness came, Sophie had a hard time resisting it, even sitting next to Eric.

But this afternoon, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

"..."

Noticing the gaze coming from the side, Alan turned his head and smiled at the little nun on the other side through Eric.

The latter immediately withdrew his gaze, sat up straight, and looked at the nun who was preaching on the stage.

Alan's gaze shifted to Eric's face in the middle. He was motionless, his eyes staring straight ahead. He looked like he was studying seriously, but in fact he had been walking for a while.

Walking while distracted.

Alan also looked towards the stage, and couldn't help being stunned when he heard the familiar language.

What on earth is she doing now...

Wasn't she here to gather information and test how much Eric knew about the Arameans' national restoration? Why was she sitting here in class?
Is this how the quasi-saint girl usually practices?

Alan looked at Eric again. He had changed his posture and seemed to have come to his senses.

The remnants of Aram still used the ancient language that was popular before the country was destroyed as their daily language, so she felt no pressure listening to the nun's teaching, and even felt bored from another perspective - it was too simple.

She wasn't here to accompany him to class, but there was no way for her to communicate right now. Judging from the attitude of the nun who was lecturing on the sermon, if she disturbed the quasi-saint, she might really be thrown out.

She even suspected that this was Eric's deliberate arrangement.

On a dull afternoon, the only sound echoing in the huge lecture hall was the saint's monotonous voice as she preached.

After finally waiting for the class to end, Alan looked at Eric, who was rubbing his face to refresh himself, and said with a forced smile, "So, what Your Highness calls class really is just class."

"You didn't expect that, did you? I couldn't think of that either before coming here."

Eric covered his face with his hands and rubbed them a few more times, taking a deep breath. "I shouldn't have come..."

It was unclear whether his expression of unbearable suffering was real or fake. Alan thought for a moment and threw out the idea he had just come up with: "Your Highness wants to learn ancient languages. I can actually teach you."

Eric looked at her and asked, "You speak the ancient language... Do the Arameans still use the ancient language?"

"At least that was the case before I was separated from my people."

Yalan smiled slightly and continued, "After listening to the class, I found that the nun who was giving the lecture did not say anything wrong, but for a student like Your Highness who has no foundation, her method... well..."

As if embarrassed to speak ill of others out loud, she leaned closer and whispered in Eric's ear, "Too rigid."

It’s too tight, sister.

Although Eric had to admit that she played it pretty well.

Eric's left arm touched something, and when he turned around, he saw Sophie coming over. She seemed to want to hear what Alan was whispering, but when she saw him turn his head, she immediately pulled away.

During the brief eye contact, she bit her lip rather sadly.

"..."

There was a female spy sitting next to him, and Eric had no time to comfort her, so he could only ignore her for the time being.

"Really? If it was Miss Yalan, how would you teach her?"

Seeing him join in the conversation, Alan smiled. "Language is a tool for communication. Of course, we must learn from communication. But that nun who was preaching didn't communicate with Your Highness at all the time."

There was nothing wrong with her understanding. Eric remembered that his English teacher seemed to have said something similar when he was in high school in his previous life.

"The best way to learn a language is to live there for a while where it's spoken natively." Alan sighed softly, "If I could find a settlement where wandering tribesmen are temporarily staying, I could take Your Highness there to live for a while and experience it for himself."

Eric pretended not to hear the test in her words, "Can an outsider like me go?"

"The Arans simply don't want to accept the Empire's rule, but they don't hate the Imperials." Aran looked at him and said, "When we were wandering with our tribe, we often received help from the kind-hearted Imperials."

Eric thought for a moment, "Then why do you keep wandering?"

"I don't understand. I was still young when I got separated from my people. Perhaps if I stayed in one place too long, the emperor and the nobles' tax collectors would catch up with me," Alan said. "Then why not settle down somewhere where no one can find me?" Eric asked again.

Alan looked into his eyes. The eyes of this young man, who was a few years younger than her, were clear and seemed to have no special meaning.

"My Lord, is there any place on this continent that has never been set foot on by humans? Unless it is the Demon Realm in the far north, or the other side of the Jedi Mountains, but even we Arrans cannot survive in such a place."

The Jedi Mountains are a giant mountain range that stretches from north to south across the central and eastern parts of the continent. It is high enough to block out the clouds and too steep to climb. No one has yet reached the other side of the mountains, making it a true Jedi. In Crown of Thorns, this is called "the area ahead is not yet open."

Eric pondered for a moment, "What about the Saier Ice Lake I heard about before..."

Yalan's face was filled with sadness. "Your Highness has heard about it, and the imperial tax collector will have heard about it even earlier. Even if I go there, I'll only find empty ruins."

"Alas." The quasi-saint could only sigh in sympathy.

Alan almost vomited.

This fake performance, which both parties knew was a torture, yet the dead man seemed to be enjoying it.

Although she found it difficult to agree with many of High Priest Xinmagu's extreme ideas, she did agree on one point: none of the empire's nobles were good...

Be more honest!

Alan thought about it and felt that he had to make some concessions, otherwise it would be meaningless to keep going around in circles and test more.

However, the current occasion was obviously not appropriate. Alan glanced at the little nun sitting on the other side. Although she didn't know what she did, one more ear meant one more risk. She decided to continue with her previous plan: to be alone with Eric in the name of learning ancient languages, and then look for another opportunity.

Alan stood up and said, "Although I can't find my tribesmen for a while, I can teach Your Highness the ancient language first."

Eric didn't refuse, "Okay."

Alan smiled and said, "Then let's go to a more suitable place."

As she spoke, she glanced at Sophie beside her and felt that her meaning had been made very clear.

Eric shook his head, "Not now. We still have two classes."

Alan's smile froze.

"Next up is a class on Vatican etiquette, followed by practical divine arts. After the afternoon classes are over, I have to go greet the Saint and report on my studies that day..."

Eric counted on his fingers and sighed sincerely, "Oh, what a life it is."

Alan stood there blankly for a while until another nun came into the lecture hall and looked at her with an inquiring look.

Alan sat down and waited for Eric to introduce her to the nun, but then he had to stand up and salute her.

Sitting down again, she turned to look at Eric, but first saw the little nun beside him staring at her.

"..."

Apparently, her intention to be alone with the quasi-saint had annoyed her.

Alan silently withdrew his gaze, his eyes looking at his nose, his nose looking at his heart, and he just wanted to wait for this painful practice to end.

The Vatican etiquette class is interactive.

Before Sophie came, Eric interacted with the lecturing nun and let her manipulate him;
After Sophie came, the two of them interacted with each other and were then manipulated by the nun together.

Today, there was a new student in the class, so Eric and Sophie watched her interact with the lecturing nun, and then they were manipulated and imitated her.

"Lower your hands, lower, lower... too low, higher, higher, higher, good, just like that, keep it, then bend over, bend, bend, bend again..."

Alan had a blank expression on his face, his hands on each shoulder, his waist lowered lower.

For a moment, Eric clearly saw the anger in her eyes as she looked at him, but the next moment, he could see nothing.

My sister is beautiful but ruthless - even to herself - she really deserves to be a spy, Eric admired in his heart.

(End of this chapter)