Chapter 152 A Woman's Sixth Sense - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

"Did your brother know her before?" In the crowd, Evester suddenly spoke to Eleanor without any context. The woman's terrifying sixth sense was at play. When Lynn cast a brief, discreet glance towards the silent saintess, a fleeting premonition surfaced in Evester’s heart. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she refrained from getting angry immediately. Eleanor glanced around and then shook her head, "No, he shouldn't have ever met her." Why are you so familiar with his social circle, Evester felt a hint of displeasure, but she understood the principle of a united front. At the moment, she was surrounded by enemies, and this little one was his biological sister, so nothing could possibly happen. Hearing Eleanor's reply, Evester snorted internally, further convinced of her suspicion that something had happened between the two. But she had already misunderstood him once over Eleanor's issue, and given he had important matters to attend to at present, Evester didn’t want to act like someone who just obstructs without reason. I’ll ask you once we’re home tonight. Evester looked at the mark of the Mind’s Eye in her palm and thought coldly. Meanwhile, a knight had brought up the item capable of recreating human memory. Alone in the center of the political hall, Lynn silently regarded the spherical transparent object presented before him. Seeing this, Marquis Mosgra not far away uttered, "As a former military Transcendent, you should be well aware of this item's function, yes?" Lynn didn’t answer, though related memories surfaced in his mind. This was a Level 6 Sealed Artifact, capable of reading a person's short-to-medium-term memory, but it had certain drawbacks. Extended use could cause severe stress on the brain, and any memories older than a month might easily become blurred and disordered. Realizing this, Lynn let out an imperceptible breath of relief. However, this expression did not escape Marquis Mosgra’s notice, provoking a cold smile from him. Before deciding on this, Marquis Mosgra had taken into account various possible scenarios. For instance, Lynn’s memories could have been tampered with. Since he had long been exiled to the frontier, he was unaware of the military's equipment updates. The memory-reading device in Lynn's understanding was merely the initial version, whereas it had been upgraded to the third generation. The current Sealed Artifact could perfectly reproduce all stored memories in a human brain and even identify whether they had been fabricated. As long as the opponent’s power didn’t exceed the sixth-level Demigod, even if the original memories couldn’t be fully restored, discrepancies could still be detected. Lynn was not privy to this information, nor were many others present. And this was precisely the outcome Marquis Mosgra desired. In his view, for Lynn to stir up such a big scene tonight, he must have considered all possible developments. Thus, his memories were certainly modified by the Third Imperial Princess, Evester, to handle the current situation. Moreover, he needn’t bother with what transpired at the banquet, as long as the Sealed Artifact confirmed his memories were indeed altered. When that happened, the truth would speak for itself. Marquis Mosgra's eyes briefly glinted with darkness as he pondered these thoughts. Although Irina was also a family heir, her distinguished achievements had led Saint Roland VI to grant her peerage, effectively removing her from the family duties. Hence, cultivating a new successor was an urgent task for the Mosgra family. Despite the family having many members, most were wayward, making Dalian a more outstanding choice by comparison. Marquis Mosgra had high hopes for him. Yet, all this was ruined by the little brute before him. Gunning down a noble heir in public was a defiant act that trampled the dignity of the Mosgra family. As the current head of the Snow Eagle family, he always adhered to a principle of tenfold retribution. Reflecting on this, Marquis Mosgra spoke coldly, "Begin." To prove his innocence, Lynn needed to refute two accusations. The charges from Marquis Mosgra and the Archbishop of the Heavenly Church. Facing challenges from two prominent figures simultaneously was exceedingly rare, akin to these old geezers having a bone-deep grudge against him, eager to see him dead. Yet Lynn remained extraordinarily calm, his intentions hidden within the silence. After a long pause, he finally raised his head slowly. As his hand approached the spherical artifact, a trace of glee appeared in Eunice's eyes next to Marquis Mosgra. Clearly, she couldn't fathom how Lynn could possibly escape this predicament. As Lynn’s palm was about to touch the Sealed Artifact, he suddenly halted his action, "Before this, I have one last question." His gaze was locked intently on Marquis Mosgra. Sensing his gaze akin to a trapped beast, the old marquis returned the look coldly, saying nothing. Lynn paused, then continued, "Do you recall the last sentence in the letter Duke Tyrus sent you?" Hearing this, Marquis Mosgra was momentarily stunned, then replied with indifference, "At this point, you’re still trying to use the Duke as a savior before His Majesty?" "Consider it an exchange," Lynn replied calmly, "Recite it in my presence, and I’ll consent to the Sealed Artifact’s interrogation." Crazy. Does he think there's still hope for a reversal? Marquis Mosgra wasn't shocked, only further dismissing Lynn inwardly. Clearly, relying on a gap of information, he was confident that Lynn was unaware of the significant enhancements to the Sealed Artifact and remained in the dark. Thus, Marquis Mosgra interpreted all of Lynn’s actions as futile struggle. However, feeling Saint Roland VI’s gaze, he dared not hesitate and answered immediately, "The letter says concerning noble dignity, this Duke believes it shouldn’t be publicized, hoping that the Mosgra family can bear it, both sides taking a step back for reconciliation." From the Mosgra family's perspective, this letter was a blatant threat! He had lost an heir, yet was forcibly asked by Prince-elector to tolerate and even seek reconciliation with the murderer. An absolutely unreasonable demand. "Very well." Upon hearing Marquis Mosgra’s words, a mysterious smile crept onto Lynn’s lips.