Ilsa almost laughed out loud.

Bringing the goddess back to serve as the new saint...which little smart guy came up with this idea?

However, the reason why the temple noticed her was probably because she was too exaggerated when testing her magic power. In the final analysis, she was the one who caused the trouble herself.

It's just that she vaguely remembered that there was a saint in the temple, and that pure saint was one of Long Aotian's harems, so why did she drag her there?

Ilsa thought so and asked directly.

"There is indeed a saint in the temple." Alan said slowly, "But not long ago, she suddenly committed suicide."

Ilsa was confused and committed suicide? Is there such a plot in the original book?

"The temple needs a new saint, but there is currently no suitable candidate." Alan said.

"So you fell in love with me?" Ilsa was very confused, "But saints are trained from childhood, right? I'm already that old, isn't it a bit too late?"

"This is not a problem." Alan said meaningfully, "The temple believes that the stronger the light magic power, the closer to the goddess. Their magic power is the grace of the goddess, which is necessary for them to become slaves of God.

conditions.”

Ilsa: The temple is too weak. Has no one discovered that her magic power is not magic at all but divine power?

Ilsa was so tired that not only did she not want to talk to the temple, this troublemaker, she even wanted to spit on them.

Can you not come here to make it more difficult for her? Can't you let her deal with Long Aotian safely alone?

Ilsa thought about it and still felt that this matter was very strange.

"Can I ask why the saint committed suicide?"

Alan shook his head: "No one knows the reason. She died quietly in the dormitory, leaving only a line of blood beside her."

Ilsa immediately asked: "What is the word in blood?"

"——May God save me." Alan's voice sounded a little heavy.

Ilsa frowned: "What does this mean?"

Alan lowered his eyes slightly when he heard the words, his clear and handsome face was hidden in the mottled shadows and could not be seen clearly, "It shows that God cannot save the world."

Ilsa: "..."

Young man, be careful what you say and do. You will be fired if you make such anti-God remarks.

But what he said was indeed right. Now that she couldn't even protect herself, she naturally couldn't protect others.

What's more, she is not a real god. God loves the world, but she does not.

Ilsa couldn't guess what Alan was thinking, so she had to ask him directly: "So will you take me back to the temple?"

She raised her face slightly, and her white cheeks looked quiet and hazy in the moonlight, like water lilies swaying gently in the evening breeze.

Alan smiled.

He gently stroked Ilsa's soft hair as if comforting Wendy, and his voice was as gentle and calm as ever, reassuring.

"Not for the time being. I need to observe you for a month. During this period, you will be free."

Ilsa immediately felt relieved.

One month is enough time for her to do a lot of things. No matter how bad things go, she will definitely be able to get back one-seventh of her divine power. By then, it won't matter whether she goes to the temple or not. If she doesn't go, she can sneak away. If she does, she can still see her by the way.

The God of Sunlight has no loss to her anyway.

Ilsa agreed readily without thinking for long: "Okay, let's talk about it in a month. Can I enter the library now? I really don't mean any harm."

"I'm sorry, but I still can't." Yalan shook his head firmly, "No one is allowed to enter the library when it is closed. This has always been a ban. As a former member of the college, I cannot violate the school rules and admit my mistakes.

Make mistakes.”

Ilsa was unconvinced: "But weren't you planning to go in just now?"

"I'm not planning to go in, I'm just greeting my mentor from the window." Alan said softly, "But he has rested now, so I can't let you go in and disturb him."

In other words, his mentor is staying in the library, and there is only one person in the library at night...

"Your mentor is the God of Fertility of the Earth?" Ilsa understood immediately.

Alan smiled and nodded, his eyes gentle and bright, reminding Ilsa of the blue lake at night.

Who would have thought that the God of Fertility of the Earth is actually Yalan's mentor? It seems that she will never see this demigod tonight no matter what. In this case, there is no point in continuing to waste time here. It is better to go to another one as soon as possible.

thing.

"Okay, then I'll come back during the day." Ilsa sighed and bowed slightly to Alan as a courtesy. "It's cold at night, so please go to bed early and I won't disturb you anymore."

She regained her polite and distant attitude, turned around and left.

"Wait a minute." Alan suddenly called her.

What else is she going to do? She also wants to assassinate Long Aotian, can she not waste her time?

"I'll take you back." Alan walked to her side and said gently but unquestionably.

Ilsa froze immediately: "Isn't it necessary? Why bother you so much..."

"It's okay." Alan interrupted her gently, "Let's go."

Ilsa sighed helplessly in her heart.

——Looks like I won’t be able to work tonight.

The two of them walked slowly in the night.

Ilsa was silent, and Alan broke the silence softly: "Wendy, are you angry with me?"

Ilsa thought to herself that you are quite self-aware.

"Did you see it?" she asked bluntly.

"Because you are deliberately keeping a distance from me." Alan turned his face and his eyes fell on Ilsa's slender fingers hanging on the side of her legs.

There was naturally a distance between them that was neither far nor close. From a distance, they did not look like two people walking together. Although from a courtesy perspective, there was nothing wrong with this distance, but in Alan's heart, there was always a distance between them.

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Perhaps it was because he had seen Ilsa when she was a child and knew very well what her true character was like.

He felt a little disappointed that Ilsa had distanced himself from him.

Ilsa also turned her face sideways, her usually casual expression surprisingly serious: "Alan, I am not a child now. As a woman, I should keep a distance from you."

Alan paused slightly when he heard these words, and an uncomfortable emotion and vague embarrassment spread in his chest.

For some reason, the graceful silhouette of a girl suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The moonlight poured on her skirt, like a strange magic that lingered in his mind.

He was indeed a little rude.

Alan tightened his fingers slightly and shifted his face imperceptibly. He looked forward and said in a soft and steady voice: "I'm sorry, I forgot. But you also admitted it, you are angry, right?"

"Yes, who told you not to allow me to enter the library?"

The more Ilsa thought about it, the more unhappy she became. She turned around and made a face at the young knight beside her, "I won't be friends with you anymore. Let's break it off!"

Alan looked at her childish side and felt both funny and helpless.

This feeling is so amazing.

The person standing next to him was obviously a proud girl, but he could see the shadow of her childhood in her, as if she were from two different periods perfectly overlapped.

Incredible. Is this the fascinating part of time magic?

"Those are the rules of the academy, how can I violate them?"

Alan raised his hand and was about to touch Ilsa's hair when he suddenly remembered what Ilsa said. His hand paused in the air for a few seconds and finally put it down calmly.

"Besides, since you let Long go, didn't I hold you accountable for this matter?"

Ilsa immediately defended herself: "I didn't let the dragon go. I just divined that he would appear there, but I didn't expect that he would let me sit on him. He took me to the mountains. At first he wanted to

Eat mine, luckily I used invisibility magic to deceive him, and he flew away on his own."

After saying that, she stared at Alan worriedly: "You don't still want to arrest me for questioning, do you?"

"No, this task is no longer my responsibility." Alan said, "My current task is to inspect the preparation saintess——"

His eyes fell firmly on Ilsa's face: "That's you."

"Yes, yes, sir, examiner." Ilsa drawled her voice, looked up at the dormitory building not far away, and slowly stopped, "We are already here, sir, examiner, please stay."

The dormitory building was dark and not a single light was on.

The faint, obscure feeling of loss in Alan's heart surged up again.

He stood upright in the dark night, his slender figure casting thin shadows. He stared at Ilsa intently, and his whole body seemed to melt into the cool moonlight.

"Good night, Wendy. Go to bed early."

"Good night, Alan. And..." Ilsa smiled softly, and bowed slightly like a knight, "Thank you for escorting me tonight, Lord Knight."

Alan didn't expect that she would actually knight him.

In other words, everything she has done so far was something he did not expect.
To be continued...