"From today on, your name is Alian-Imael."
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Chapter 136 Memories of the Temple III
Alain and Eric got married.
The ceremony was very simple, with only three people present, she, Eric and Gu Lao Tou. Gu Lao Tou led the wedding ceremony, which was held in front of a box of ashes in the study.
Yalian was very reserved throughout the whole process and didn't say much. It was Gu Laotou and Eric who were talking. Eric held her right hand the whole time, and her left hand, which was hanging on the other side, was always clenched because she wanted to confirm that her ring finger was being tightened by the wedding ring to prove that this was not a dream.
The wedding night was a mess.
She herself didn't know how to do such a thing - she had heard and seen it before. For the untouchables, there was no need to maintain things like morality and shame. There were some people who were shameless enough to do such things on the street corners in broad daylight, but how to put it... It was not good to keep staring at them. She didn't see too much and didn't know the details. She even doubted whether it was really comfortable to do such a thing.
The embarrassing thing is that Eric doesn't know how to do it either. Maybe because he is young, he is also shy. He turns off the lights without Yalian reminding him when he is doing things. But because he doesn't know how to do it, he has to light the lights again every once in a while to read a booklet. He does this several times, which makes Yalian very speechless.
This made her doubt Eric's origin, because she heard from some blood-slayers that the heirs of the big families have to learn a lot of things from a young age. Especially for boys, in order to prevent them from being seduced by enemies with women when they grow up, their families will spend money to hire young girls to "teach" them. Therefore, boys from big families are usually very experienced in this aspect. If Eric was not lying, he should not be so inexperienced.
It was indeed comfortable. Yalian had heard many people say that it would feel very bad at first, but she did not feel any discomfort.
Hitzfeld felt very sorry because the lights were off and she couldn't see anything.
For Yalian, married life is full of novelty.
Her status suddenly changed from a low-level pariah to the matriarch of a large clan. Although this clan now only has two people, it can still be considered a leap.
But she hasn't changed much, and is still the same as before. When she sees a dirty place, she will take tools to clean it and never call the maid.
Eric seldom cared about her. He himself said that he "needed to adapt to having a woman intruding into his life", so for a long time they did not see each other on a regular basis. Yalian had her own room, and if Eric did not take the initiative to ask to sleep together, she would fall asleep by herself.
But there were changes, the most obvious of which was in the food. She began to enjoy more meat, drink a glass of milk every day, and occasionally share fruit with Eric. Her thin body gradually became fuller, and her hair became more colorful. From a distance, it looked like a ball of orange-red flame jumping and flickering.
Moreover, due to her different status, a lot of work was really reduced. Yalian had a lot of free time every day doing nothing, so she began to learn from him based on the old man's advice.
There was a lot to learn, such as recognizing words and the sources of family heritage. The old man was extremely strict when teaching her, and emphasized that she must not tell any outsiders that there were so many books hidden in the house.
"As the matriarch of a large clan, you are actually better than many people." The old man said, "But if you want to be a good matriarch of Imaar, you still have a lot of shortcomings. Your knowledge and experience are too shallow, and you can't educate your children well."
Child, will I have children in the future?
Yalian was somewhat touched. She had had a very vague impression of her parents ever since she could remember. Eric had praised her for her grammatical skills before, and that was something she had really figured out on her own.
So deep down she might really be yearning for some relationships, which can be seen from the fact that she sometimes touches her belly when looking in the mirror. Hitzfeld believes that she really hopes things can develop this way.
Perhaps because of this hope, Yalian studied harder.
Within a year, she had read nearly half of the books in her home. She was indeed very talented in this area. The old man did not believe that she could master it so quickly at first, and repeatedly challenged her and found that she was not exaggerating at all.
Hitzfeld remained silent.
This dull yet fast pace of life reminded her of the days when she was first taught by her lady. When she thought about the future outcome of the Imael family, she certainly couldn't be happy.
There are still gains, and if you are serious, it is very good.
The Imaar family's collection of books are all banned books, that is, the kind of things that are truly qualified to be called books, not some shallow fables or wordless comics.
In the process of reading them, Alian shared perspectives with Hitzfeld, and she saw those extremely profound parts. It can be said that through these books, she truly gained a deep understanding of this land.
There is no record of years here, strictly speaking, there is no unified calendar. Because there is no decisive voice on earth, the human race, blood beasts, blood orcs, and other alien races are divided into groups, and there are occasional conflicts between them. Each of these ethnic groups, even down to the human race, each lord may have his own calendar, and it is very messy when gathered together.
Moreover, there is not much necessity, because a lord may have just conquered a piece of land and announced that this was the first year of a certain family, but within a few years he would die of old age and the conquered territory would fall apart. If a large family died in the second generation, the original calendar would naturally become invalid.
Life and death, rise and fall, alternate so quickly that compared to a specific time, all life just wants to live well.
But there are always exceptions - some large clans with a long enough heritage ignore the rules of the major territories and record the forbidden knowledge as a heritage, including time, history, geography, human relations... This is an extremely detailed strategic information.
"The burden of the Imaar family is beyond your imagination. You should be able to guess it by yourself now."
It was another day of examination, and the old man sat behind the table staring at Yalian.
"The name, Imaar, has no corresponding meaning in the Thran language, but in Latadian it means 'sworn defenders', people who are born sworn to protect something."
"I have indeed seen relevant records." Yalian said, "But I don't understand what it is guarding specifically?"
Compared with a year ago, she has changed a lot. Her skin is whiter, but no longer pale, more delicate and shiny, her figure is wider than before, and some parts that can show her feminine charm have begun to bulge.
At this moment, she was kneeling opposite the old man, with a graceful figure, and from behind she looked like an enlarged pear.
"It's lost." The old man sighed, "I'm afraid the young master doesn't know either. Maybe there is a record in the Knight Family's collection, but it's impossible to go and ask them for confirmation."
Hitzfeld also learned a lot of knowledge for free. She knew that the Knight Family referred to the surviving families left behind after the death of the Nine Knights.
The War of the Ancients is a story that is too old, so long ago that even in this period people have only heard of it, but there are indeed carriers of the myth left in the world, and the Knight Family is such a carrier.
Most of the Nine Knights' descendants have declined, or even simply scattered into the soil, and their names cannot be found no matter how hard you try. However, there are still a few groups that have survived by relying on the glory of their ancestors, and typical examples are Rod Hughes and Klebatoral.
These two big clans both lived in the holy city of Oujin, which already existed at this time.
If it weren't for the failed political struggle, the Emaar family would have been there too.
According to the books and materials he had read during this period, Hitzfeld learned that the owner of Oujin City was not always the same. There were four major forces there, namely:
1. The aristocratic group formed by the descendants of the Nine Knights, represented by Rod Hughes and Klebatoral.
Second, the Church of Our Lady of Redemption, where one of the church’s headquarters is located.
Third, Oujin City will go around to rescue and gather human forces, and occasionally some of them will join the city to form a larger small aristocratic group.
4. The nominal owner of Oujin City, the family of Poseidon, the Niang family.
Yes, the master of Oujin City is a Niang. This is an oral record of every major clan. The symbol of the ruler is a strangely shaped rusty thorn sword with the characters "Bojin-Niang" engraved on its blade. The legitimate successor must also be a Niang.
When he learned about this, Hitzfeld actually had doubts about the authenticity of this group of Neon people.
Because if there were Neons here, and they were real Neons, why would the guy who secretly instigated Alessia let Alessia go to Goli to find these gods' followers?
And based on more records, she was sure that Aisha Continent should belong to the Latadia Kingdom, the territory of the Latadians. The Latadians did not care about blood purity and encouraged the integration and intermarriage of various human races. Even if the inheritance was true, the purity would be questionable if the blood was mixed.
At this moment, in the era where Yalian and others are living, the owner of Oujin City is the descendants of the Nine Knights.
The Niang family was badly suppressed because everyone knew the myth of the ancient war and the blood of salvation. Everyone respected the Nine Knights who had followed the king of the time to fight and sacrifice, so the descendants of the Nine Knights held great righteousness, which the Niang family could not compare with.
The Imar family did not belong to any force when they were in the city, but they had the closest relationship with the descendants of the Nine Knights.
If it weren't for Eric's living example and the box of ashes in front of her, Yalian would not have believed that this great clan was actually harmed by its former ally.
This is why, even though they knew that the Knight Family might have more records, the Old Man and Eric were unwilling to seek support.
They killed my parents and family members. Taking the initiative to approach them is tantamount to seeking death.
"It's still hard for me to imagine why they would do such a thing..." Yalian shook her head. "According to Eric, you haven't offended any forces in Oujin City. Even if someone wants to target you, it shouldn't be the descendants of the Nine Knights..."
"The change happened suddenly," the old man said. "As far as I can remember, it was Kleba Tolar who started it all... They started calling secret meetings and asked us to discuss it in detail. The old master went there the first time and came back angry. I vaguely heard him say words like 'ridiculous' and 'impossible', but I didn't get any more details. Then there was the bloody escape. They barely gave us a chance to breathe."
"Can I ask how you escaped from a place like that?" Ya Lian asked curiously.
"We have encountered a dangerous place." said the old man.
"A dangerous place?"
"Yes, a moving evil place, Purple Aurora... A corner of the mansion collapsed and fell from the edge. We thought we were dead, but we fell on it... The body of this monster is as soft as cotton. I don't know why it didn't eat us, but let us go instead."
"The things you brought into the city, these books, and the money...are all from this?"
"more or less."
"It's amazing!" Ya Lian exclaimed, she really broadened her horizons.
Now she understood why those truly knowledgeable people were so humble. It was true that the more one knew, the more insignificant one felt.
A floating city that can float freely, a living cloud with a body as soft as cotton...
It’s unbelievable that the world outside is so wonderful.
"I have discussed these things with the young master, and we both think there is a conspiracy behind this." The old man narrowed his eyes, "The reason is that they have changed too much - although everyone has always respected the glory of the Nine Knights, they themselves are also the embodiment of humility and virtue. They have had countless opportunities to get rid of the Neang people and replace them, but they didn't do it. Kleba Tolar's change is too abrupt."
According to his description, they also heard some rumors during their escape. It was roughly that the Niang family, which was originally in power, was driven out of power and replaced by Kleba Tolar. Other knight families united around this big family to suppress all opposition voices. They also joined forces with the church to create a monster that hunted them down. Once they were marked, they would be doomed.
"Otherwise, why would we be stationed in a place like this..." The old man sighed at the end, "This dilapidated town, lonely and savagely growing in the most remote corner, may be swallowed and overturned by blood beasts and evil spirits at any time..."
"But it is precisely places like this that can avoid their eyes." Yalian said immediately, "This choice is not wrong."
"Young Master is indeed very lucky, because I can actually meet you in a place like this." The old man accepted this consolation and waved his hand to drive her away, "Go, it's almost noon, go get whatever you want to eat."
"Can I come and ask you this afternoon?"
"That won't do. I'm old and don't have enough energy. I need to rest... If you have anything you want to ask, you can ask the young master directly. After all, there are some things I can't say because of my status. The young master doesn't have such concerns."
Yalian looked thoughtful, said goodbye to the old man and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
It is worth mentioning that there are no servants in the house now.
The original servants were not fired. Although Eric and the old man did not say much about this matter, Yalian guessed that they were secretly dealt with.
The Imaar family carries too many secrets. It would be impossible to let others know the news just from those books, so the only option is to make them shut up.
Yalian originally thought that she would feel uncomfortable, but to her surprise, perhaps because she was the biggest beneficiary of this matter, she did not feel very sad.
Have I already stepped into the role of the mistress?
She asked herself as she looked in the mirror.
The answer should be no.
She didn't know what love was, but she did... except for the time when she was asked about marriage at the beginning, she didn't feel much passion and heartbeat from Eric.
This is a very cold person. Living with him will not make you uncomfortable, but this is definitely not love. She will not immediately stand in the other person's position and consider him.
That can only be because of another identity.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turn sideways again and gestured to touch her belly.
"No movement yet... Is this normal?"
Hitzfeld heard her mutter.
"It's been a year... Eric said it was normal and he's still researching it, but this kind of thing... after all, it's just this kind of thing, what's there to research about it?"
Hitzfeld wanted to laugh when he heard this.
She knew the ending because of the subsequent stories of the Imaar family - especially the existence of Shasha Imaar, which meant that the two of them must have had children.
But that doesn't mean it isn't funny.
Damn it, that little brat looks so young, could he have come to the wrong place...
She was still complaining in her mind, while on the other side, Yalian was already carrying the tray and loading food.
Lunch was broth made from an unknown bird that was cleaned and stewed until soft. It was simply sprinkled with salt and served with hard bread to make a delicious meal.
Yalian had lived a hard life and had no special requirements for food. She referred to Eric's usual appetite and felt that the bird was enough for two people. Out of frugality, she did not cook anything extra and went to the study with the plate.
There was no movement in the study, and I guessed that Eric was reading seriously.
Yalian didn't knock on the door. At most, she could put the food aside and Eric would eat it himself when he was hungry.
But she never dreamed that this would be the scene she would see after pushing open the wooden door.
A fair and soft body was stretched naturally towards her, and a bra was being put on.
Whether it was the curve of the hips or other key points, all of this illustrated one truth: the owner of this body could not be of the same gender as her.
"Are you Eric?"
Yalian was so shocked that she couldn't help but make a sound, and luckily she didn't drop the plate on the ground.
The girl turned around and saw that it was her. A blush appeared on her face, which was as calm as Eric's.
"I was still wondering when you would find me..."
He...oh, now it should be her...She turned around, picked up the clothes next to her and put them on herself, trying to keep her tone cold and indifferent.
It's one thing to decide to confess, but it's another to be caught in this way.
"How is this going?"
Yalian put the things on the table, not daring to get close to her. She just stood there and stared at her.
