"There's a problem!" said Morin.

When I communicated with Councillor Yara before, she made it clear that the questioner would not ask this question, but this priest with a spontaneous combustion badge asked this question as soon as she came up, what if she wasn't bought by the Speaker?!

Marcus could also see that the questioner had bad intentions, and couldn't help but clench his fists.

Councillor Yarra in the seat also looked surprised when he heard this question, glaring angrily at several dead people on the other side.

I'm afraid something will happen.

"You said you found yourself [becoming] a dead person after being aroused?" the stage priest repeated.

Emino was silent for a moment: "Yes. I was turned into a dead by the Lord of the Blood Staff. ”

"But according to common sense of magic, since you were awakened by your Blood Staff Lord using soul-shaping magic, then the experience you just spoke of is not [your] experience, but only the memory that remains in your mind, the fragment of memory inherited from your body. ”

"I have a complete memory, I am Aewenor. ”

"I'm sorry I need to confirm this with you, but you just said that the girl named Emino was captured and killed while on the run, and you were awakened by a lord named the Blood Staff, according to the naming rules of the dead, even if you want to continue the name before you died, you should be called the Aeno Blood Staff. The middle-aged priest asked.

The girl trembled visibly, glaring at the questioner:

"My name is Equino, the name my father Hank gave me, which means freedom in the air, and I have long since escaped the captivity of the Blood Staff, please don't call me that. I don't think your question has anything to do with what I'm talking about, and I would refuse to answer your question if I did. ”

"Please don't attack my witnesses!" said Councillor Yara, who was also sitting in a deep voice.

"But you're a dead man! a vampire who needs to hide from the sun! You can tell the story of your life in captivity by your lord, but you probably don't have a say in what this body has been going through, and those words can't be used as evidence. ”

"That's enough!" said Councillor Yarra glared at the Speaker, but Augustus was unaware.

"I've already said that I'm Emino, and I remember everything. The girl said in a stiff voice.

"What do you mean," the middle-aged priest continued, "you were killed, but somehow you didn't return to the embrace of the moon god, and were once again condensed into your body by the soul-shaping magic, and at the same time became a dead one?"

“…… Yes. Equino gritted her teeth and nodded.

"But we all know it's impossible. The questioner pretended to regret: "I'm sorry, you just inherited her memory." ”

Aeno gasped deeply, her brown eyes glowing.

She looked at her friends in the audience, and finally relaxed, and said in a calm voice:

"When I woke up from the consciousness of being killed and unconscious, it felt like I had just fallen asleep, I didn't come from nothingness, and I never went to nothingness, and after waking up I was familiar with everything except for the anomalies brought about by the transformation of my body into the dead, and I didn't have any strange feelings. I think I have more say in who I am than you, Mr. Question Officer. ”

Marcus and Morin directly applauded to cheer for Aeno, and the snapping sound was very abrupt.

But the people in the public seating area were silent.

Maybe they finally realized that the ordinary-looking girl was actually a dead person, and there was something strange in their eyes.

The middle-aged priest sneered: "If you inherit a complete memory, you will naturally not feel abnormal, in the record, the god of death Purues inherited all the memories in his body, but everyone knows that the god of death Purutes still thinks that he is shaped by soul shaping magic, and does not claim to be a living person." ”

"How can you be sure that you're Aemonor and not a new student who has inherited all his memories?!"

"Do you understand the secrets of the soul better than the legendary god who created the magic of death?!"

"Or are you the only exception to the billions of dead in the shattered world?!"

Aeno's cheeks turned pale again.

It turns out that the Grim Reaper also inherits all the memories......

But Morin is saying that he inherited his body and all the will before his death......

I see, they have been vague for good intentions, no wonder Marcus never mentions these things in front of me......

She looked at Merlin with a complicated expression, and the boy nodded helplessly.

"In accordance with the principle of witness protection, I request that the hearing of this witness be terminated. Councillor Yara said angrily that the presiding officer of the hearing, an elderly temple priest, tapped his fingers on the table and seemed to be considering Yara's opinion.

The questioner took the opportunity to continue: "So you just have the memories of that girl, but you are not that girl, you can't be that girl, you don't have the ability and ownership of those memory fragments, and I can't record them in the file. ”

Really......

The vision was blurred, and my heart hurt, but my mind was a mess, and the door couldn't be closed again.

It's true...... Is it just wishful thinking on my part......

Aeno ...... Aeno ...... I just woke up from a sleep...... How so...... Can inherited memories really be like yesterday...... Mom and Dad's voices...... The smile of the village chief's grandfather...... It's in my head......

The questioner was still babbling on and on, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

"Nothing has changed...... she muttered.

But the tears finally fell.

She wiped it off with her backhand.

The lilac pentagram on his wrist was soaked with tears, shimmering with a fine, crystalline light—the support and call of his companions, pulling at the world that was about to collapse, and slowly piecing together the pieces that had fallen into the darkness.

They're still cheering me on......

That's it......

None of them have told me, why should I believe what a depraved priest like yours says, even if I am really the heir of Aeunor, I should have been told by Merin, and ah, if he was really sure, he must have told me a long time ago, even if he was worried that I would be sad, but if he was really sure, he would have told me a long time ago.

Of course he knew that the legendary Grim Reaper had inherited all his memories, he knew so many things, he knew about it last summer, but he never told me about it, because even he wasn't sure.

Even he wasn't sure.

"Why can you be sure of something that even he can't be sure of?" she suddenly smiled at the priest, a smile that stiffened with a hint of disdain that she rarely used.

"Huh?" the questioner was stunned.

"Why can Pruetos be sure of something he can't be sure of?!" she looked unconvinced at the bright sky, letting the scorching sun shine on her face, as if the bewildering nature sacrifice were just an invisible worm:

"He's a man with a little puddle of magic!"

"What are you? I don't believe you!"

There was the laughter of the partners in the audience, as if there was still Morin's voice of "finally someone believes in me".

Aeno also burst into laughter, trying to make her voice clear and bright:

"What you said before is not important, what matters is whether the real culprits can be punished, and whether the inhabitants of the land of the dead who are still living in the land of the dead can be safeguarded, and whether they need to worry that one day they will be slaughtered by the lord or even unable to resist. ”

The questioner was so angry that his face turned blue, and he wanted to speak, but Evenno didn't give him a chance, and continued:

"It doesn't matter whether you will put my words in the archives or not, I have come to tell my story today not to be recorded in your files, nor to tell you, but to these people who are strangers to the land of the dead, and to the parliamentarians who have forgotten the indispersible smell of blood in that land, I have already said what I have to say, and as for you, you will treat me as whoever you want. ”

"What are you? I don't care what you think!"

Papapapa, even Barron learned to stand up and applaud with the other three companions, a pair of big hands clapping vigorously.

There was also a lot of applause in the public sitting area, and many people had already seen the deliberate targeting of this questioner.

Even if that little girl is a deceased, but her position is obviously very good, this questioner does not ask about her experience and the situation of the country of the dead, but here keeps asking about her personal identity, it is simply annoying, I am afraid that it is not with those cold deceased councilors, is it really blind.

"You-" The angry questioner was about to make it difficult again, but he didn't expect the residents of the royal capital in the public sitting area to boo him one after another, and at the same time, his vision was tingling, and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

It was the dark red ray of Tilna's right eye, which swept his pupils and shook him with precision, and by the time he came to his senses, Aeno had already walked back to the witness's seat, where he was warmly greeted by Morin.

"Great!" Barron clapped his hands as he did.

"Awesome Cowen!" Marcas said excitedly, "But the real Gessock accent should be like this, and the nasal voice should be a little heavier......"

As he spoke, he skillfully said to the stage in a contemptuous and contemptuous tone: "What are you!"

There was a burst of laughter around them.

It's just that Emino's interest is not high.

Listening to Marcus's performance, she smiled slightly, but her big brown eyes looked at Merlin.

Her voice trembled slightly, showing the turmoil in her heart that was difficult to calm down:

"Morin...... You can't be sure, ......?"

Marcus fell silent, and Barron finally realized that his applause was a little abrupt at this point, and a pair of large hands stopped in the air, and the depths of Tierna's sapphire eyes shimmered with a small glint.

"I really don't know......," Maureen understood what the little vampire was asking:

"When Marcas first learned that you remember everything during the Chinese New Year last year, he thought you were a genius like the legendary Grim Reaper but confused your identity, but then I told him that no one can say this kind of thing, and told him not to talk about it in the future......"

Marcas nodded desperately to testify.

Morin sighed again: "My dad often said that don't bother thinking about things that you can't figure out, like involving the soul, these things that have no hope of figuring out can only add to the troubles, and I never tell you, I didn't expect it to be so sad." ”

Emino smiled, "I was sad just now, but now it's okay." ”

There was only one person left on the empty podium, and the boos around him became louder and louder, and he couldn't help but look at the dead people sitting in the seats of the parliamentarians in a panic, and after receiving the signal, he ran off the podium in a gloomy manner.

The boos from the audience turned into laughter.

"Ahem," the silver-crowned corpse witch tapped on the table, looking ready to speak.

Everyone still respected the parliamentarians and quieted down.

"We would like to add a witness on a temporary basis. The corpse witch said to the elder priest who was presiding over the hearing.

"No! This is not in line with the process of the hearing!" Congressman Yara immediately protested.

The elder priest vetoed: "The empirical witness should be reported in advance, and the temporary addition does not conform to the process, it will be vetoed, and the next empirical witness in the arrangement will be invited to speak on the stage." ”

"We only found this witness not long ago, but we didn't have time to report it, because the distance was far away, and we brought him here day and night, hoping that the presiding officer would give him a chance to speak and give us a fair hearing environment. Councilor Corpse Witch said unrelentingly.

The elder priest flipped through the documents in his hand: "There is a public hearing on Councilor Yara's proposal next month, you can let your witnesses speak next time, this time no-"

But before he could finish speaking, the questioner who had fled in gray just now had already led a middle-aged man in his forties out of the backfield.

The man was wearing an ordinary peasant clothes, and a fur hat because of the cold, and walked out of the backyard after the questioner, as if he didn't expect to suddenly face so many people, he looked a little flustered, his honest hands rubbed his clothes uneasily, and he didn't know where to put them, his lips moved slightly and wanted to speak, but he looked like he couldn't say because of nervousness.

No matter how you look at it, this man is an ordinary farmer, and I don't know what the Speaker of the Dead would do to bring him out despite the opposition of the presiding officer, is it because he bought this commoner to come up and say something to praise the Lord of the Dead?

That would be too naïve to be possible.

Morin frowned, and he noticed that Augustus, who was sitting in the middle of the council's seat, had a sneer, and this scheming fellow was smiling, but it was an extremely bad sign.

He looked at the podium, and the farmer, whose lips were white, puffed up courage for a long time, finally made a voice, but he asked the questioner: "Can you tell me what you are here for?"

I only heard him stammer: "This, so many people are watching here, you can't force me to go with you anymore, just now I saw the temple, if you are a bad person, I will go there to sue you!"

It sounds like he was forcibly brought here, and he doesn't even know where he is here, what he is doing here.

Many in the audience couldn't help but laugh.

The elder priest who presided over the venue was even more pale: "Nonsense!"

Speaker Augustus was also present, and the older priest forcibly resisted being angry at the dead councilors, and only glared at them fiercely and said that he could reprimand his subordinates in public, but he could not help but give Speaker Augustus face and go over the distance to reprimand the members of the parliament.

And the gloomy-looking questioner also let himself out, and pushed the farmer brutally on the stage, pushing him into the bright sun.

Then he sneered at Aeno and said, "You don't care what I think, heh, what about his?!"

The little vampire who had just sat down stood up suddenly.

She looked at the honest farmer on the stage, her face was full of disbelief, and her voice trembled with excitement:

"Are you...... Uncle Holm ?!!"