Compared with the truth about Vivienne being the "Fourteenth Saint", the reincarnation of Lily, the first saint, is even more shocking. This has already transcended the category of twists and turns, and life is like a drama, and can even be directly summarized as a bad joke .
Yet the joke is true.
After Hao Ren threw out Lily's identity, there was an uproar immediately. Even though the people present were all top figures among the witchers, even if each of them could be called wise, calm, steady and reliable, they were still shocked by the news. , followed by a buzzing discussion.
Yes, there was a buzzing discussion. Although everyone was at a loss, none of the elders directly stood up to express their objections.
Hao Ren nodded slightly, he knew that this was the reaction that fit the identities of these ancients. Impulsive young witchers would probably immediately jump out and express their opinions if they heard about Lily, but at this moment and here, these ancients would not be so rash to express any opinions after hearing a bizarre story. They will question one thing, object to one thing, and refuse to admit one thing—but before making a conclusion, they must conduct careful reasoning and research on the whole thing. These old people who have lived for thousands of years The guys knew that Hao Ren would not be bored enough to make such jokes.
They will easily doubt, but never easily deny.
"Evidence." Elder Gregory knocked on the table, speaking concisely.
"There is no clear physical evidence, because she was reincarnated from a soul, and unfortunately she lived on a dog." Hao Ren shrugged, and Lily next to him grinned and growled, "The only evidence is her soul." and memory, but you probably haven't been able to test the soul of the first saint."
"She still remembers something," Vivienne glanced at Lily, "Maybe she just recovered, maybe it can be used as evidence?"
Lily grinned at Hao Ren, and turned her head when she found it had no effect, and looked at the circle of witcher elders in front of her. Although she had been dozing off just now. But at this time, the husky girl was fully awake, and she wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. She felt that something should be done, so she looked around the scene, and finally her eyes fell on Gregorian: "You have a scar on your shoulder... Well, unless you use flesh regeneration to erase it."
Gregory raised his eyelids slightly. It seemed that the scar did exist, but he shook his head: "It doesn't mean anything. Several of my friends know about it. It's not a secret."
Lily didn't finish the rest of the sentence: "I was beaten-because you peed in the barn."
There was a sudden silence at the scene, and Mr. Gregorian almost smoked on the spot.
"This...should be considered a secret, right?" Hao Ren glanced at Gregorian carefully, making sure that the old man hadn't really pulled over, and then tried to ask calmly, then turned his head and twisted Lily's pointed ear half a circle, " You say this on such a serious occasion?"
Lily: "Aww—"
Although Hao Ren verbally reprimanded him, he was inexplicably relieved: He didn't know that Lily's recovered "memories of previous lives" contained fragments of the old witcher. It's easier.
Elder Gregorwen had a sullen old face and didn't know what to say. The gentle but stern First Saint had always been a shadow of his childhood. And now the number one saint who has become a husky... Why does this shadow area seem to be a little bigger
Yes, the number one sage who became a husky—the old hunter already believed Hao Ren's story, at least five percent.
The scene fell into a brief silence because of this somewhat embarrassing revelation. And at this moment, Lily shook her ears and broke away from Hao Ren's clutches. This husky, who is always in the second place, carefully combed his long silver-white hair, stood up, and stared at everyone present.
Hao Ren stared at her subconsciously: he felt that the girl's aura had changed a little, but he felt that it was not the aura of the first saint revived in her - this aura seemed calm and introverted, gentle and slightly sharp He felt that this might be the side of Lily when she faced "outsiders", and it belonged to the literary and artistic young woman who had been in the world for a century and experienced the most turbulent century in the East.
"Well, as you can see, I have no evidence to prove my identity." Lily said calmly, if not for a big fluffy tail swinging back and forth. She is really the most handsome moment at this moment, "I only have some memories, about the parents and grandparents of everyone present, about our wandering and survival on the northern ice sheets six thousand to ten thousand years ago, and the memory of our construction of this Memories of the Corpus homeland. But everyone who knew these things is dead, I had a dozen old friends, but they also died a few days ago, in a bloody ritual, we even I didn’t see each other again, and said it’s been a long time. Yes, everyone is dead, and the only one who can testify a little, Gregory, was just a brat running around... Gregory, look at your Beard, you are so old."
Gregorwen touched his beard subconsciously, and when he looked at Lily, his eyes were slightly reserved and dodged. He froze for a moment before realizing that these instinctive reactions were only when he faced the patriarch when he was a child.
"It's just that bad. There are almost no demon hunters who have lived from that era to today." Lily put her hands on the table. "But how long can a demon hunter actually live? If there is no disease or disaster, the life span is more than 10,000 years." After studying hard and controlling the power of your own blood, you can almost live forever, so what made you die for a whole generation, or even several generations?"
Lily paused, and took a breath: "Because of the Demon Hunting War, all of them died abnormally within six thousand years. So you are not here today to discuss any issues left over from history, nor to verify the names of me and this big bat." Who, what you should really think about is how to arrange the future after knowing all the truth. To be honest, I don’t have any feeling about the title of "No. 1 Saint". It was a matter of my previous life. The real past life, and 99% of my life I haven't thought about who I was in my previous life. I don't like you witchers because you tried to kill me when you first met, and I don't like it either Your Ice Fortress and this dead Corpus, because the Internet speed in this place is so slow, I don't like the name 'Saint' even more, because I died once with this name, and I ended up rotting in the secret room inside!"
It is rare for Lily to say so many words in such a serious manner. Her series of speeches left both Hao Ren and Vivian stunned. But Lily herself didn't realize that she unconsciously changed her identity and position when she said these words: at the beginning, she spoke from the perspective of "the first saint", but later, she completely spoke from the perspective of "Lily". The character is talking.
The reverberation of the first saint's soul seemed to appear on her body for a moment, and then dissipated without a sound.
"So, I don't have any attraction under the title of 'First Saint'. I'm standing here only because the landlord asked me to come here. He said you have the right to know, and I listen to him, so I It’s coming. As for whether what I said is true... Anyway, I don’t have any evidence, and I can’t find any evidence,” Lily said, bared her teeth, and sat down again, “Anyway, I am your ancestor, you love Believe it or not."
The scene became quiet again, Lily took out a pack of snacks from Hao Ren's pocket, tore it open and poured it into her mouth, so the only sound left in the room was the sound of the dog girl grinding her teeth.
"Ahem," Vivienne stood up, "Then let's discuss the issue of announcement and blockade..."
Hao Ren moved closer to Lily and nervously grabbed the husky girl's wrist: "Lily, Lily?"
The husky girl rolled her eyes and swallowed a big mouthful of snacks, and said vaguely, "What are you doing, landlord?"
"Are you Lily now... or that number one saint?" Hao Ren stared at Lily's eyes, trying to see something from those golden eyes.
"I'm Lily," Goumeizi flicked Hao Ren away with a flick of her wrist. "It was in serious mode just now. I was also impassioned on the streets of Shanghai Bund back then. This level is drizzle."
Lily balabala said a lot of impassioned and courageous words, and while instantly improving her image, she left all the mess to others. She herself did not participate in any speeches and decision-making. So for the next two hours, all the time was reserved for the old hunters who had just obtained a husky ancestor.
Two hours later, Hao Ren came out of the temple feeling refreshed: the matter was finally over. (to be continued~^~)