"Uncle Home!" Aeno exclaimed excitedly.

The honest farmer on the podium was also stunned, looking at the little vampire in the area where the witness was sitting.

"Are you, are you...... Little Coco!!You're Coco Tiny Cou!!"

"Uncle Home, you're still alive!!" Aeno stepped forward to rush to the stage.

"No! No way! Little Coco is dead!!! I watched her be killed!!" The farmer subconsciously raised his hand to reject Coco, and a frightened expression slowly appeared on his face: "Moreover, and after all these years, you can't be little Coco!...... Are you...... You are ......"

"I'm Emino, Uncle Home!" the girl cried out as if she didn't know him.

"No, you're not her, I've seen little Coco fall in a pool of blood!Who are you?!Are you the dead!" The horror on his face was mixed with anger and twisted together, and he said tremblingly:

"You, you're the dead! You're dead!!The walking dead? No, no, the walking dead don't look like that, you're a vampire!"

"You're a vampire!!" the farmer's voice rang out heavily, and the girl's face turned pale.

"I am indeed a dead man," she said anxiously, "but I am still Aeunor! Uncle Home!!"

"Uncle Home, don't you remember? I used to like to eat plums from your tree! Every year you pick a lot of them for me! You used to go drinking with my father, and every time you came back drunk, you were scolded by my mother many times! Also, when I was five years old, when I first remembered, at the Candy Night celebration that year, you got drunk and secretly told me that you liked Sister Zoe, and then you really got married, and when I was eight or nine years old, I went to the village to reclaim the land, and I joined in the fun, twisted your foot, and you carried me back, and Sister Zoe told me that you like to snore when you sleep, and every time you snore, she pinched you hard and you were quiet, and ......"

Listening to Aeno recount the past, the farmer's distorted cheeks gradually became dazed: "Little Aeno...... Is it really you?"

"It's me, it's really me!"

"You said so much, said so much, but what you said is gone, long gone......"

He muttered, his eyes scattered as if he was crazy: "The crops are burned, the village is destroyed, the people are gone, and the few of us who escaped together are the only ones left ...... me."

"That day we were chased by a team of skeletons and ran into the woods, Uncle Village Chief and you were caught behind, I saw it, I thought about rushing over to save you, but I was afraid, I was afraid, woo, woo......"

He wiped away his tears, his dark hands quickly wiped his face, and he choked up and said: "I want to fight with them, but I'm useless, I can't beat those skeletons, I can't even beat a skeleton, I can only watch you be wiped on your neck, and the village chief uncle fell together, I watched it, I watched it......"

"Uncle Home......"

"Uh, it's all useless to me, but I watched little Coco fall and watched her die in front of me, how can you be little Coco, how can you be ...... little Coco" He twisted his nose and muttered to himself for a long time, his eyes refocused on the girl's body, gritted his teeth and shook his head: "You're not her, don't lie to me! Don't lie to me......"

"Uncle Home!" cried out Aeno in heartache:

"Why don't you believe me, I remember all those things-"

"Enough! I beg you," said the honest middle-aged farmer, who looked very pained, covered his face with his hands and did not look at the girl's tearful eyes, and pleaded in a low voice, "I beg you to stop saying more, I know you can still remember some of the past, but if you really have a conscience, please don't tarnish little Aven's memory again!"

"Don't tarnish little Aewen's memory anymore!!"

Don't tarnish her memories anymore......

Don't defile it anymore......

She remembered......

Uncle Home's voice echoed in his ears, like a dagger piercing his heart again and again, pain and blood gushing out together, like sticky cobwebs staining his body, which could not be avoided or shaken off. There were empty wounds everywhere, and after the blood had dried up, the world that had been put together so hard was slowly shattered again, and this time nothing could recover the pieces that had fallen into darkness.

It was getting darker and colder, and gradually I couldn't even feel the pain.

Only the left hand still had a hint of warmth.

The warmth was accompanied by a gentle but firm force, and she subconsciously followed the traction of the force.

Maureen led a dejected Emino out of the venue.

Three others followed.

The low noise of the public sitting area, the crying of the honest man on the stage, the smug or worried eyes of the parliamentarians, the cruel smile on the corner of the mouth of Speaker Augustus.

None of them have anything to do with them.

They just want to get Emino out of here and protect her from harm.

……

Sunlight shines slanting from the west, the majestic Parliament building is half-lit and half-dark, and the fine shadows highlight many of the delicate sculptural details on the building, and every change of light can outline a new atmosphere that is engraved in the mind of the designer thousands of years ago.

On the low wall outside the hearing room, the teenagers stopped.

Seeing Aeminor's red, swollen and dazed eyes look lifeless in the shadows, Morin tried to make his voice look uplifting, "Shall we wait here for a while? The hearing is not over yet, we must say a word to Councillor Yara before leaving." ”

Edino, cowering in her cloak, nodded silently, no more reaction.

Their luggage was dragged in Barron's hands, and the flying carriage was parked at the airport outside the city, and it would take a lot of time to get back to the academy, and everyone looked at the little vampire worriedly.

I don't know if she'll be able to recover from the blow she just had.

"Is that uncle from your old village?" asked Morin in a low voice.

Although mentioning what had just happened would definitely make Aeno sad, and the tears on her cheeks flickering again also made the boy very distressed, it was better to say it now than to bury all the sadness in his heart, otherwise it would definitely be more difficult to discuss it with her in the future. It's like treating a wound – many wounds don't heal anymore if they can't be treated immediately after the injury.

Aeno was stunned for a long time, tugging at his cloak and gently wiping his cheeks, and finally said in a low voice, "That's ...... Uncle Holm, who used to live in ...... Opposite the house, later the village chief's grandfather took ...... When you run, you ...... together."

She had subconsciously omitted herself from her words, as if she no longer thought it was her own experience, as if she was too humble to have those memories, even those that were so cruel and desperate.

"Don't do that!"

Morin looked at Aeno's lowered eyes and said in his firmest voice: "Don't think like that! Even if that uncle can't accept it, we all believe in you, believe that those are your own memories, and we believe that you are Aeminor!"

"Really, Marcus?"

"Yes, yes!" Marcus saw that his answer stumbled and seemed not resolute enough, and hurriedly added:

"At first, I thought you were mistaken for your identity because of memory, but then after listening to Morin's words, my opinion changed, as he said, no one can make up their minds about these things involving death magic, only you know who you are, if you think you are Emino then it must be!"

He said quickly:

"Don't listen to that questioner's nonsense, although it is against common sense, why can't you be unique? You are already unique! Except for the legendary Grim Reaper, the other dead don't remember everything in their lives after being awakened, it's rare to remember their names, you're obviously much more special than them!, right, Baron?!"

"Oh, uh-huh!" the clumsy Kadir boy didn't know what to say, and looked at Tilna for help.

"I know that in the lineage of our Wesdemonic Spirits, there is also a method of directly inheriting the memories of our predecessors, this method allows us to quickly grasp the knowledge of our predecessors, but in general, no matter how many memories we inherit, we will not confuse them with our own. Because memory and soul are deeply connected, if it is not for one's own experience, even if it is inherited through advanced magic, it will feel strange and estranged. ”

Tierna carefully chose the words: "It is said that the feeling is like the occasional fragment of a dream that comes to mind after waking up, light and strange through a hazy veil, and can be distinguished from real memory." ”

Tyrna's words made Evenno's eyes light up slightly for a moment, but then they dimmed again:

"But why...... Why doesn't even Uncle Holm believe me, even he doesn't believe me...... Woo......" As she spoke, she couldn't hold back her choked anymore, and two lines of tears couldn't stop slipping.

"Wow...... Uncle Holm has watched me grow up, and has treated me best," she threw herself on Morin's shoulder, and wept bitterly, "but why doesn't even he believe me...... Even he didn't believe me...... Am I really mistaken, I'm so scared, woo ......"

"It's human nature......" Merlin reassured, giving Marcus a wink, and Marcus returned to the venue.

"Although you haven't mentioned it before, I think you must have been troubled by this for a long time when you were first summoned to wake up, right? Since you live in the realm of the dead, you must have heard adults say that the difference between the dead and the living is not the continuation of life, and you must have wondered about it, right?"

Aeno nodded with tears.

"Yes......" said Morin patiently:

"You think, even if it took you so long to overcome your doubts and believe that you were Eminor, how could anyone else accept it all at once? and I'm afraid that the more people who were close to you before, the more difficult it will be to accept that you are still Emino, after all, common sense tells them that the awakened dead have nothing to do with the owner of the body. ”

"The Uncle Holm you think of you has watched you grow up and witness your death, and you have appeared in him almost unchanged after all these years, and he certainly can't accept it for a while. ”

The boy tried to make his words more convincing, and comforted, "This is also something that can't be helped......"

In fact, the little vampire is already quite good today, even if the sudden appearance of the speaker has caused her a lot of pressure, she can still firmly tell her previous experience in front of everyone. And in the face of the questioner's unrelenting questioning, she also summoned up the confidence to refute it again and again, expressing her views and positions.

Even if Morin came to power, he thought that he couldn't do better, at least he moved many residents. If it weren't for the fact that Aeno accidentally saw a familiar relative at the end but was denied recognition, it can be said that today is a complete victory.

"You think," continued Maureen:

"How would you feel if someone you were familiar with, like me or Marcas, died unexpectedly like you and was evoked as the dead, and then said that we didn't return to the arms of the moon god?

The boy smiled, and finally caught Emino's gaze:

"I think if you have the opportunity to live with that uncle for a while, he will definitely come to believe that you are the little Coco he remembers, and he will definitely believe it. ”

"Really, really......" Listening to the young man's words, Aenuno's sobs slowly became quieter.

"Really. Maureen replied in the affirmative.

Marcus reappeared next to several people.

"I've already told Councillor Yarra that we can go back to the academy first. Seeing that Emino was no longer crying, he also breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He exchanged glances with Morin, and when he saw that the other person nodded, he tentatively said to the girl again, "Besides...... I stopped your uncle just after the venue......"

Aeno hurriedly looked up at him.

"I didn't tell him anything about you," Marcus explained.

But I asked him a few questions, and he said that he had been living in a small town called Valin in the Land of the Dead for the past few years, and a few days ago someone from the Lord of the Dead suddenly approached him and asked him about his escape, and brought him here. ”

"Originally, they also made Uncle Holm carry a lot of things in a hurry, probably saying that the massacre was just an accident caused by a conflict, and most of the realm of the dead, such as the Vallin where he lived, was still very good, and did not need the supervision of the temple. They told him to do what he said, but when he came to the stage, he didn't say it again, but just pushed him to the podium. ”

Marcus looked at the girl, and seeing that she did not show any more sadness, he said:

"And I ...... I asked the uncle where he lived in the Holy Royal Capital, and he was arranged in an inn in the north of the city, if you wanted to visit......"

Aeno's eyes lit up suddenly, as if he wanted to nod his head to know where Uncle Holm was going, but he pursed his lips and hesitated. Under the tear-stained cloak, she gazed at the exit of the hall not far away, as if expecting that Uncle Holm would come out of there, walk up to her, touch her head as before, and give her a few delicious plums.

It's just that what a greedy extravagance that is......

Aeno shook his head bitterly and said in a low voice:

"Let's go back to the academy first...... I'm so tired today......"

……

……

Unknowingly, more than half of the winter vacation, Aeno still hasn't come out of the trough.

Although Mo Lin and the others tried their best to make her forget her troubles even for a while and smile, she had been immersed in the past, her mood was very low, she was absent-minded no matter what she did, and even the shiny gold coins that had always worked had lost their effect, so that Xiao Hei took a second-order crystal card from her money bag and couldn't notice it.

This has also made several other teenagers worried.

Afraid that she would not be able to think about it, Morin also asked Tilna to hide her dagger - the sharp dagger that she had used to defend herself, but was lost in the battle last year and recovered by the law enforcement team.

lest the little vampire in a trance really do something stupid, and he will regret it.

Councillor Yara also wrote a letter to express concern about Aeno's condition, apologizing that she was not alert to the possibility that the questioner might be bribed by the Speaker, and did not prepare in advance, which caused Aeno to suffer all kinds of difficulties.

In addition, she expressed her gratitude in the letter. It was said that the hearing was actually quite successful, and although the scene may have been dominated by the deceased legislators, more people actually favored the story of Eminor, including the members of the parliamentary seats. She said that after the hearing, several neutral lawmakers had expressed their willingness to support her bill to strengthen its influence on the country of the dead.

These councillors will also make more parliamentarians re-vigilant about the realm of the dead.

In this way, even if the Speaker intends to introduce the bill he is preparing in Parliament, which wants to change the distribution of defense areas on the border and let the dead take on more tasks so that they can take advantage of the opportunity to expand their forces, they should not be able to pass it with two-thirds of the seats agreed, which can be regarded as achieving their most important goal.

But even such news only made Emino happy for a while before returning to gloom.

Tierna said she had been writing all night long, and at the end of winter break, Eminor finally handed Morin a thick stack of manuscript paper and asked him to pass it on to Councillor Yara, a memoir she had written.

"I've written all my memories in detail...... "Aeno said.

"Including the Speaker's matter, this is probably the only thing I can help Councillor Yara now, if she still needs it, she can publish these materials into a book for more people to see, maybe it can help......"

Noting that the word she had chosen was "memory" rather than "experience", Maureen knew that she had not yet been able to get out of the shadow of being rejected by her relatives, so she took it seriously: "Councillor Yarra will be very happy to receive it." ”

Emino pursed a smile, looking bitter and confused.

If only Lady Sinis could heal her heart like an injury, Merlin thought, he didn't know how else to enlighten the girl, but it was not a solution to let her be bored like this day by day, or to suffocate people to death.

With an idea, Maureen set the manuscript aside, picked up her hand, and pulled her away.

"What are you doing!" said Aeminor, a little flustered, her face flushed.

"I'll take you to Professor Wangdel!" said the boy.

"It's said that those people are false, how can they figure out the things of the soul, even if you want to understand these just here in a daze, how can you figure it out, if you really want to figure it out, at least you have to soak in the library all day long like His Royal Highness Strayer to read and study, now let's go and ask Professor Wang Del first, see what he has to say about these!"

"But—"

"Although there is no conclusive conclusion, but this is something that can be studied, didn't you choose the school of nature and life in the first place because you wanted to understand the mysteries of life and death, did you suffer a little setback and even have the courage to understand?"

The boy pulled her away without saying anything.

The little vampire was actually stronger than him, but perhaps the young man's will was much stronger, and although she stumbled, she was also pulled to Wang Deer's wand workshop.

The snow has not yet cleared, and half of the Treehouse Workshop is still buried under the snow.

"Even if you don't believe yourself, Professor Wang Del is a professor of the School of Nature and Life, so he must know more about this aspect, let's hear what he has to say!"

"Knock knock!"

The boy unceremoniously knocked on the window of the treehouse workshop.