Does he know her?

Ilsa immediately became alert. She took a step back and frowned cautiously: "Do you know me?"

Alan smiled slightly, and pointed the sword pointed at Ilsa steadily: "I don't know you, but I have seen you."

"You are the one who appeared in Pamela - the goddess riding the dragon, right?"

The goddess riding a dragon...

Even Ilsa himself had forgotten that she had seen him on the dragon's back. Unexpectedly, he still remembered it. And for some reason, I always felt that when he mentioned the word "goddess", there was something wrong in his tone.

There seems to be a kind of mockery that seems to be absent?

"Did you admit the wrong person? I have never been to Pamela." Ilsa stretched out a finger to gently push away the sharp sword blade and said angrily, "And you have been pointing the sword at me.

Wouldn’t it be too rude?”

Alan's tone was calm but firm: "You intend to break into the library without permission, and you still want me to be polite to you?"

"I am a student here, do I need your permission to enter the library?" Ilsa frowned dissatisfied, not even using the honorific.

Alan: "Since you are a student of the college, it should be clear that no one is allowed to enter the library after curfew."

"I have only been here for a day, how could I know that there are such strange rules here?" Ilsa acted like an unscrupulous new student, trying to dispel Alan's doubts about her.

"Okay, just pretend you don't know." Alan put away his sword and still stared at her sharply, "Then how do you explain that you left with Long?"

Ilsa: "..."

Damn, I'm really unlucky today.

After all, the opponent was a Templar, and he was not as easy to fool as others. Ilsa was too lazy to waste time with him here, so she simply repeated her old trick and forcibly "guided" him with her divine power.

The divine power penetrated into the back of Alan's neck in a form invisible to the naked eye, and Ilsa guided him softly in his mind in the name of the goddess: "My stern child, don't be too harsh on others. Now, go back to the library.

Let’s, by the way, open the door to knowledge for this lamb who is thirsty for knowledge.”

After the brainwashing was completed, Ilsa quietly observed Alan's reaction.

Alan's expression remained unchanged: "What? Can't you explain it?"

Ilsa: "???"

No, why didn’t this person respond?

Ilsa didn't believe in evil and tried again. Alan frowned slightly in confusion and looked at her strangely: "Why don't you speak?"

Ilsa: "..."

It’s really useless! Her “divine guidance” has failed!

She couldn't help but asked tentatively: "Did you...did you hear anything?"

Alan: "What sound are you referring to?"

Ilsa made a mysterious look: "It's just weird and abnormal..."

Alan looked calm: "No. Did you hear that?"

——He didn’t hear it at all! How could this happen?

"Because he has no faith." Shen Nian answered her calmly.

Ilsa: No faith?

"Yes, people without faith cannot listen to God's teachings, and naturally they cannot hear your guidance." Shen Nian said pitifully, "A person without faith is just a lost lamb. He does not love God, and God

You can't protect him, and you shouldn't protect him."

Ilsa didn't pay attention to the second half of Shen Nian's words. She was still in incredible shock.

As a Templar, he has no faith and cannot follow the guidance of the goddess...

Does the temple know about this? Does the temple know that their core employees are not followers of the goddess at all?

Ilsa: Boy, I'm very disappointed in you.

Ilsa moved her eyes slightly and said anxiously: "Maybe I heard wrong..."

Seeing that she was a little scared, Alan could not help but slow down his voice: "With me here, there will be no danger. All you need to do now is tell me where the dragon is?"

Ilsa felt a headache. If she had known in advance that she would meet him here, she would not have come to the library at all.

She put her hands behind her back and looked up at Alan helplessly: "Of course the dragon has left. I am just a passerby who happened to see him. How could I know his whereabouts."

Alan followed her words and deeds closely: "Is it just a coincidence? I heard that the dragon bowed to you on the tower."

"Dragons bow their heads to humans. Do you believe this nonsense?" Ilsa shook her head, "I didn't expect the Templars to be so naive..."

"How do you know I am a Templar?" Alan suddenly interrupted her with a stern look.

Ilsa: "..."

Oops, I spilled the beans.

Ilsa paused for a moment, then moved her gaze downwards and defended calmly: "Because you are wearing..."

Damn, he didn't even wear that silver armor today!

Ilsa couldn't speak anymore. She hesitated for a moment, and Alan suddenly strode in front of her. He grabbed Ilsa's wrist, lowered his head slightly, and blew his warm breath on her face.

"You know that I am a Templar, and you also know that the dragon has escaped." The blond young man stared at her steadily, with a sharp cold light in his green eyes, "Who are you?"

Ilsa's heartbeat accelerated slightly because of his questioning.

She was careless. She only remembered Alan's gentle side, but forgot that he was also extremely cold and decisive when killing monsters.

If you think about it, a Templar without faith would not be a pure fool.

"I, I just know a little bit about divination..." Ilsa blinked her eyelashes timidly, her pale golden eyelashes flashing in the night, "I divined that you are a Templar...

…”

She kept silent about the dragon and tried to divert Alan's attention with divination.

"Divination?" Alan's face changed slightly. He looked at Ilsa again seriously and seemed to be remembering something in his voice, "Blonde hair, blue eyes...what's your name?"

The girl replied uneasily: "...Ilsa."

Alan was startled for a moment, then chuckled: "I thought your name was Wendy."

Ilsa: "..."

No, is her disguise so bad? Both of them can easily recognize her vest. Ilsa pursed her lips and decided to play dumb to the end.

"Who is Wendy?" she asked pretending to be confused, "Does she look like me?"

"It's a girl who is very similar to you in every aspect." Alan paused and then added, "No, it should be a little girl."

He is very similar to her in every aspect? Even though he has only been in contact with her for a short time, he really dares to say that.

Ilsa was a little dissatisfied with Alan's statement. She leaned back and leaned on the thick tree trunk behind her: "Oh? How is it so similar?"

Alan glanced at her calmly, and the expression on his face softened a bit.

"Appearance, tone of voice, and interest in divination." He said slowly, "In addition, I also told her about the dragon."

After all this talk, we still get around to the topic of dragons.

Ilsa: "But you also said that Wendy is just a little girl."

Alan sighed softly: "So I just said that you are very similar to her."

His tone was gentle, with a touch of regret on his face. Ilsa was curious why he was so tender when mentioning Wendy, so she couldn't help but ask, "It sounds like you like this little girl named Wendy very much."

girl?"

Alan stood up straight and said gently: "She is a very cute and special child."

He actually commented on her like this.

This answer surprised Ilsa: "So you like cute children."

"No, I like special children." Alan glanced at her quietly, "People who can break the rules, unexpectedly, and have a strong heart are special and dazzling."

Ilsa: What about you? You don’t have any faith in your heart, but you still dare to work in the temple.

But no matter what, she still felt that Wendy had left a good impression on Alan. If she told Alan here that she was Wendy herself, would Alan let her go?

It didn't sound like a good idea. However, now that he clearly liked "Wendy" much more than "Ilsa", there seemed to be no harm in giving it a try.

Ilsa pondered for a moment and decided to risk it all.

Go ahead boldly, it won’t get any worse anyway, give it a try and your bicycle will turn into a motorcycle!

"Ahem, what if I told you..." Ilsa raised her eyes carefully, her blue pupils filled with hope, "I am Wendy?"

"Will you arrest me?"

Alan was obviously stunned.

"Are you Wendy...?"

"Yes, I didn't dare to say it just now because I was afraid that you would regard me as a monster." Ilsa intertwined her fingers and stirred uneasily, "After all, brother Alan's swordsmanship is very powerful, and I am not good at fighting. I'm sure
To be continued...