Queen and Her Duke

The grilled skewers on the campfire are sizzling and juicy, just in the best state of being browned and crispy.

Wen Lin pretended to be calm, turned to take off the skewers, put them on the plate, and pushed the plate towards Vicia.

Pointing to the crude iron frame and wooden skewers, Wen Lin smiled and said, "This is the cooking method of my hometown. They are collectively called skewers. They taste very good. You can try other ones, Your Majesty."

"Your hometown? Grilled skewers," Weisia uttered a slightly awkward pronunciation, her deep pupils reflected a dark color in the firelight, picked up a bunch of mushrooms, and ate them slowly.

The taste is really good, Vicia nodded in her heart.

The wind of the hunting river was blowing the bonfire, and the flickering light wandered back and forth along the beautiful necklines of the two of them.

As the night spread violently, Wen Lin felt a little sleepy again, she raised her sleeves and yawned.

"Your Excellency, can you tell me about your hometown," Visia asked abruptly after finishing the last bunch of shrimp gracefully.

After being silent for a while, a bit of confusion and nostalgia flashed across her face, Wen Lin poked the dry wood under the bonfire, and said slowly,

"It is a very distant country with a more developed civilization. The weapons, tools, and even the most common cooking methods we use are more advanced than here. The most important thing is that our citizens are free and equal. Yes, in the broadest sense, like a means of travel..."

"It's so funny, Your Excellency," Vicia interrupted indifferently, and asked in a deep voice, "Don't you want to tell me that the weird skills and long knives that no one has ever seen come from the freedom you said Garden of Eden?"

The queen's eyes are like torches, vowing to burn through all lies.

Wen Lin maintained a calm expression, pursing her lips lightly, "Your Majesty, this sounds like a very reasonable explanation,"

"Yeah, the rare oriental face, the skills and weapons whose provenance can't be found, it sounds impeccable, but it's just hard to believe,"

Weisia glanced at Wen Lin lightly, as if there was a slight sigh and mortal danger in the emotional statement.

The surrounding air seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, gradually turning into a thick paste, so Wen Lin had to answer Visia's question head-on.

The night seemed endless, and Wen Lin's chest heaved for a few moments. With a faint smile on her face, she calmly said, "Yes, how could Your Majesty believe such a clumsy lie?"

"Then Your Excellency Wen Lin has nothing else to be honest with me?"

Visia grabbed Wen Lin's hand violently, leaned over gracefully, pressed a finger on the corner of Wen Lin's eye, and rubbed it gently until the bewitching redness faded away.

There was the sound of slow water flowing in the distance, but close at hand was Visia's warm and rapid breathing, and there was a clear pain from her tightly clenched wrist.

The cold fragrance full of aggression penetrated into the nose, Wen Lin settled down, and shook her head slowly but firmly, "Your Majesty, what do you want to ask? Please speak directly,"

Complicated emotions flashed alternately in Visia's eyes, the night wind seemed to blow more violently, and the eyes hidden under the blond hair gradually showed fierceness.

She put her elbows on Wen Lin's neck, and forcefully pushed him down on the grass, "Your Excellency, has anyone ever told you that you are really like a smelly and hard stone?"

The queen's chest rose and fell rapidly. She straddled Wen Lin and looked down at her from a height. Anger painted her face with a magnificence that overwhelmed all living beings.

The eyes of the two were fixed in the air, and there was a brief confusion in their thoughts.

Facing Wen Lin's persistent attitude, Visia suddenly smiled contemptuously, she bent down, brushed Wen Lin's ear with her red lips,

"Your Excellency, I am not ignorant of you,"

"The sight of the Liberty first appeared half a year ago. Since then, the ships of the Holy See have been robbed repeatedly,"

"And one day you disappeared in the port of Sistine, and when you reappeared, you saved me in the Royal Port of Golan,"

"Everything seems premeditated, doesn't it?"

Weisia spoke very fast, one sentence after another, like a sharp knife cutting off Wen Lin's clothes without any refusal.

With her lips parted slightly, the smile on Wen Lin's face faded, and the hand hanging on one side trembled slightly.

Ships from various countries to the Sistine Empire often carried huge taxes paid to the Holy See. To ensure safety, they were not only heavily guarded, but also engraved with eagle patterns representing the Pope on the ship, and white patterns were hung on the bow. eagle flag.

The Holy See of the Catholic Church has countless devout believers on the Europa Road, including royal families and nobles from various countries. Even the king's enthronement must be baptized by the Pope to be legal.

No real pirate would be willing to touch this bad head.

And the appearance of Liberty is an unbelievable anomaly.

In just half a year, several ships of the Holy See were robbed, and no whereabouts were revealed when the coastal countries sent navies to assist in the search.

According to what Vicia said, it is not difficult for Wen Lin to guess what Vicia is thinking now.

She must have believed that she had reached some kind of deal with Sistine when she disappeared, or that she was an undercover agent trained by Sistine from the very beginning, and the purpose of all these actions was closely related to lurking into Golan.

Although the first encounter was a deliberate approach.

but……

Wen Lin also knew very well that Vicia needed herself, at least until she got through Golan's financial crisis.

"Your Majesty suspects that I am Sistine's undercover agent? But don't forget, I killed Livorna, can't you trust me? And you were the first to set a trap to arrest me, and before I was arrested , do not know your identity, "

Wen Lin's black eyes were moist, and under the firelight, she looked like a trapped animal willing to put away its claws and claws. Her voice slowly softened, and a little subdued element penetrated into it.

However, this did not allow Vicia to shake her judgment.

Under Wen Lin's always calm eyes, Visia gradually lost the patience to test and continue word games. She lifted a strand of hair from the side of Wen Lin's face, and said firmly,

"Your Excellency, before coming here, I went to your room and left no trace of yours, not even a single hair. I don't think a pirate would be so careful,"

"And during the time at sea, there was also a shipwreck, but you turned a blind eye to it and saved me alone,"

"I have no doubt that you approached me for another purpose,"

"As for your defense just now, heh, you appeared too timely. Not only did you have the treasure I desperately needed, but you also had talents and talents that I couldn't refuse,"

"Your Excellency, I am amazed at your talent. Even though I clearly know that you are full of danger, I still long for your unreserved loyalty, and I still don't mind offering a higher bargaining chip than Tilia,"

Tilia is the queen of Sistine, with brown hair and brown eyes, and is rumored to be the puppet queen elected by the Holy See.

In the dim environment, Wen Lin could still clearly see the pulsating blue blood vessels on the queen's fair neck, and the curly blond hair hung down from her shoulders and neck, shaking with the wind, arousing bursts of itching on Wen Lin's face that could not be ignored.

Swallowing quickly, Wen Lin concealed her disturbed heartbeat just right.

This aggressive hunting posture made her very uncomfortable, especially when the secrets in her heart were being exposed bit by bit.

The two of them confronted each other in a one-up-and-down posture, neither of them willing to back down half a step.

Their eyes met, their breaths intermingled, and their wordless confrontation was more intense than a burning bonfire.

Annoyed, appreciative, and ambiguous atmospheres gradually boiled in the cold air.

During the stalemate, the sound of hurried footsteps appeared inappropriately.

It was Hanvers, he came running out of breath, and after seeing the scene in front of him clearly, his astonished expression was too late to put away, and he subconsciously turned back.

"Your Majesty, the Sistine mission to Fasser encountered a storm. They requested to dock at Port Royal, and Queen Tilia was also in the mission."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Hanvers gasped, and patted his chest in shock.

But the clip just now couldn't stop popping up in his mind, my God, what did he see?

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The author has something to say:

Foreshadowing has long been there~Wen Lin is not that simple~Let me mention two small foreshadowings

First of all

Chapter 2: When Wen Lin confronted Vicia, she pointed out that Golan is a weak and small country, which shows that she has a certain understanding of the power of Golan at home and abroad. There are so many countries on the Europa Continent, why is Wen Lin so special? What about Golan?

Second

Chapter 3: The whole piece of silk that I wear on my body, even if Wen Lin is very skilled, in the case of the extreme shortage of things, a whole piece of silk is most likely to be obtained in the religious center of Sistine~

There are others, if you are interested, you can look for them, and if you find the right one, send a red envelope in the comment area~

感谢在2021-09-0117：27：29～2021-09-0300：03：28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Aunt Cao 2;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Mengmengya and Aunt Cao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!