Mr. Shocking's popular science about ghosts has come to an end. Lyle turned his attention to the court again. He originally thought that he would miss a large period of verbal criticism due to the distraction during this period. But he was wrong, the darkness

As the president of Andre Literary Society, Mr. Andre

Like propaganda terrorists, they firmly controlled the rhythm of the plea. Lyle was surprised to find that Mr. Law was emphasizing the same accusations as he did thirty minutes ago, except that he had changed several forms of oral expression and rhetorical style.

Lyle could still keep up with their progress without any problems.

For thirty minutes, nothing changed except Mr. Law's inner annoyance and superficial irritability. Even the dean at the trial bench showed signs of fatigue. As the clerk, Mr. Jing had already put down his quill.

, his expression became like that of the surrounding audience, trapped in a lack of interest and the expectation of unexpected surprises to break the status quo.

"I think your literary club is too good!" The sound of teeth grinding came from under Mr. Law's mask. He clenched his fists, as if he was competing with the non-existent invisible handles on both sides of the table. "You still and

It turns out to be exactly the same. It doesn’t make sense. Do you really think Andre is still the same organization that had to bow down to the Holy Light and live with your permission, Mr. Dark?"

Lyle felt that the noise in the originally noisy courtroom had disappeared, and there were no more private whispers or trivial movements. The fire of the soul burned quietly, and Lyle felt that his own heartbeat was becoming the only sound.

The silence was broken by the movement of darkness. The shadow of Mr. Darkness came to life. The shadow under his feet was spreading, eroding the masonry under his feet, climbing up the table legs, climbing up the corners of the carvings... With the moving shadow, a wave of

The oppressive feeling like a heart attack fell on Lyle, making him unable to breathe. The sacred light lit up the courtroom, and some ancient and old courtrooms instantly became splendid. The power of light suppressed the darkness, making it more magnificent, but

There was no sense of oppression that forced people to kneel down. Raymond was reminding his brother who was a little excited.

Mr. Dark glanced at the audience, and his eyes refocused on the somewhat stiff Law. He straightened his back, recovered from his strange posture like a feline, and answered coldly with a bit of venom.

"Don't speculate on the history you have not experienced. You are just a complacent kid holding a beautified storybook. The changes you see are just small adjustments in an unchanging world. The migration of a grain of sand will not change the desert.

The whole picture." Darkness covered his mouth and let out an unexpected smirk, "Even though I have the power to break the rules, but this time, I am willing to show mercy and have a so-called debate with you that has nothing to do with strength and only talks about rules.

'."

"This is to prove to everyone that the literary club I control is the perfect club that can be both literary and martial."

"Come out, my team of lawyers!"

The closed door suddenly opened, and three figures in strange poses attracted everyone's attention.

"Who is so wicked, lighting up the dark secret room..." There were mutterings, and the three people stepped in rhythm and order, and in the only dark applause, they got into the dock. They turned to look at the dean, showing bright smiles

.

“Wherever there is injustice, there we are.”

"Invincible in every battle, never suffer losses. Andre Academy always has a sharp sword."

"My name is Warcry."

"My name is Windfury."

"My name is Taunt."

"Fight for the Literary Club!"

They held hands and danced in a circle.

"Today, we, the Three Musketeers of Andre, will be the messengers of justice and restore peace and prosperity to the world! We will sue Andre!!!"

Lyle looked at the three men in black robes, the dean looked at the three men, the law looked at the three men, and the Andri Lich looked at the three men.

Who would have thought that these three Andry super litigators would now face their old employers. When I got angry, I even sued myself.

They looked at their companions through the holes in their black robes and encouraged each other.

"Work hard and finish this job, and we will be really, really invincible. Who else in the entire legal profession can be our opponent! We can even beat ourselves!"

The three of them were excited for less than ten seconds.

"I protest!" The roar of the law was deafening. He climbed onto the plaintiff's table and pointed his trembling fingers at the three men in black robes pretending to be mysterious, "Gentlemen! Reporters! You still have delusions! You three are so stupid!

You still dare to appear in the final court of Andre! You still want to defend the crimes you committed, Mr. Dean, the order of Andre will never be tolerated by this group of lawless people!!!"

"They are criminal suspects awaiting trial! They are not qualified to defend the literary society! Because they are the parties involved!"

There is no way for criminals to excuse themselves. Such obvious things will not escape the eyes of Mr. Dean.

However, Mr. Dean was smiling, but there was a gloomy expression similar to indigestion on his face.

"I have objections, Your Majesty the Inquisitor!" Delusion took off his black robe, and the three Andrei gave up their entertainment pretense and fell into the work state that Mr. Dean was all too familiar with.

"I wonder if you remember, Andre has a rule."

"When a member of Andre has a mental abnormal state such as soul damage or charm control, in Andre's law, his soul in a mentally abnormal state and his normal state registered by the Soul Tower should be regarded as two separate entities.

Conscious individual.”

Mr. Delusion directly grasped the crux of the problem, which also made Mr. Law's face turn pale when he heard this, even though he was wearing an iron mask.

"Could it be that..." His tone was filled with unwillingness that the code he had written would actually become a stumbling block for him.

The gentleman laughed.

"That's right! That's it!"

"Our Four Heavenly Kings of the Literary Club have returned from the Tower of Souls. The ritual personnel there can prove to us that during the Lich Calamity, we indeed fell into a mental abnormality caused by the president of the Undead Figure Club, Mr. Plague Doctor! That is to say

, the series of sins you mentioned! None of them were done by me! It was done by another 'me'!"

I just had a mental illness, and I am not guilty!

"Debt disputes, personal grievances and other interest disputes between two mentally abnormal people will not be inherited. In other words, the criminal Edward Alphonse, my gentleman, is innocent! Therefore, as a lich,

As someone who has nothing to do with the disaster, I can become the lawyer of the literary society and defend them. Because of this, our literary society is not guilty!"

Mr. Reporter added the final blow. He stretched out his finger and pointed it directly at the staggering Mr. Law.

"Law! The real reason for your failure..."

"That means you have offended our literary club!"

"You're already dead!"

Under the arrogant black wings of Mr. Dark, the three members of the literary club completely defeated Andre's law enforcers. Amidst the chaotic and arrogant laughter, the real darkness descended.

"Defendant's lawyer...defended effectively."
Chapter completed!