Queen and Her Duke

From the outside, the manor is divided into upper and lower floors. The wooden fence is wrapped with lush vines, and the sun shines in, making it look warm and bright.

With good ventilation and lighting conditions, and the entire manor with all wooden structures, it will not be as humid as living in a cabin that is often shrouded in water vapor. Wen Lin is extremely satisfied with this.

Hanvers looked at Wen Lin's undisguised satisfaction, and then smiled,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin and your subordinates can stay here as long as they want, and the servants who stay here are always at your disposal,"

Wen Lin supported Hanvers' arm and got off the carriage, with a bright smile on her face, "Thank you,"

Erbo and his party were waiting for Wen Lin at the door.

They were like a clump of weeds with withered roots, standing sparsely at the door, making it hard to believe that they were pirates who had robbed the ships of the Holy See.

After seeing Wen Lin, they couldn't hide their excitement, but because of the existence of Hanfus, they had to restrain themselves.

Seeing this situation, Hanvers bid farewell very considerately, and agreed to meet Wen Lin in Port Royal the next day.

It can be said that it is very considerate, Wen Lin smiled at him gratefully, and agreed.

Being able to provide such a residence should be regarded as quite generous for Hanvers.

During the contact between the two, Hanfus always maintained the most appropriate distance, neither making people feel unfamiliar, nor making people feel disgusted because of being too close.

Wen Lin suddenly understood why he was able to become the favorite of the queen as a commoner in a social background with a strict hierarchy.

Thoughts and means hit the nail on the head, but without losing calmness and sincerity.

No matter who stays with such a person, he will be reused quickly.

The carriage carrying Humphreys quickly disappeared at the end of the field, and the smile on Wen Lin's face disappeared instantly. She turned around and stared at Erbo and his party for a long time without words.

In the end, she stepped forward and held Erbo's hands, with a slightly choked tone, she called out in a low voice, "Housekeeper,"

Erbo's wrinkled and vicissitudes face trembled violently a few times, he opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Pete, who has always been carefree, might not be able to bear the sudden solemn atmosphere. He poked the ground a few times with his cane, cursed a few words impatiently,

"Don't go in yet, I, a fat man with a broken leg, can't hold on anymore,"

Immediately, everyone seemed to have returned to the passionate and tacit understanding of the time at sea. They smiled at each other, surrounded Wen Lin and walked to the manor, and couldn't stop asking about Wen Lin's experience during this time.

Picking out some shocking and non-dangerous things to say, Wen Lin quickly regained her calm mood, even a little cold.

It was as if the sadness that was exposed just now never existed.

And everyone's reaction was even more strange. They seemed to have long been used to Wen Lin's alienated attitude, and continued to talk nonchalantly, but there would always be veiled eyes on her.

Unconsciously clenched the long knife, Wen Lin looked around the crowd and counted them again, 20 people, no more, no less.

But that night, there was obviously one person who fell in the arena.

"Who was the injured person in the arena?" Wen Lin asked.

After a few teasing low laughs, Pete raised the crutch in his hand to signal, "Maybe it's injured, and those fools who think so highly of themselves haven't practiced archery for a long time."

There is an obvious arrow mark on the handle of the upper part of the crutch.

Wen Lin leaned back in the chair with a slightly relaxed posture, and joked, "Mr. Pete, excessive arrogance is not a good character, you should be congratulated for your good luck,"

There were a few more brisk laughter, but serious topics were inevitable.

"We lost the Liberty, and now we are trapped in the capital of Golan, what should we do next?"

Everyone can see Hanfus's enthusiastic attitude. He must have other schemes, which means that it will be difficult for Wen Lin to leave here in a short time.

They are all Haradell's old minions. Logically speaking, they should not appear in a dangerous environment that may be exposed at any time until they have found a strong and reliable ally or have enough self-protection ability.

Everything changed unexpectedly because of saving Vicia.

Wen Lin stared at them and remained silent for a long time. She cooperated with Tilia and deliberately approached Visia... a series of premeditated plans were never discussed with them.

Perhaps this is an opportunity to set them aside.

Pete with a broken leg who can blacksmith and repair boats.

A humanoid compass and a humanoid sea chart at sea, two brothers Bach and Bam.

The paranoid and bold medical genius Augustine.

There is also Elbow, who is blind but can walk accurately on the Liberty, and always stubbornly cleans the deck before sunrise.

……

If it weren't for the relationship with Sutherland, they should all be able to live a freer life with their skills.

Wen Lin thinks that she has never been a person with great love, and even on a certain level, she is an extremely selfish and cold-blooded person.

She never wanted to shoulder the hopes of others, and she didn't want to be a savior. Everything she did was rooted in the purpose of pleasing herself.

But when seeing these people in the arena, Wen Lin was rarely shaken.

In this era, these emotions that can be sincere and persistent for 20 years make her violate the most basic professional principles without hesitation --- when she has to protect herself, she should be the first to give up anything that threatens herself, including human life.

The half a year of coming here is like a dream that is reshaping Wen Lin.

She often reminded herself that she must never be involved in the mission of Elbow and his party. The glory and hatred that have long since passed away have nothing to do with her.

She is an outsider, and it is the wisest choice to distance herself and stay away from trouble.

However, she failed.

Controlling her ups and downs, Wen Lin rapped heavily on the table, motioning for everyone to calm down.

Staring down at the table, Wen Lin said word by word,

"You are now residents of the Golan with legal French citizenship. Leave Brunz and go to any county in the Golan. Hide your former identities, buy some land, open a blacksmith shop, or become a serious businessman crew, all of these are ok,"

"Gentlemen, please forget about Sutherland,"

What Wen Lin said was like a heavy slap in the face, mixed with a manic storm, mercilessly crushing everyone's 20 years of belief and perseverance, so that it was difficult for them to recover for a long time.

After saying this, Wen Lin never looked up at anyone among them.

She stood up and walked out the door without hesitation.

"The blood of the Wen Lin family has never been a cowardly bastard!"

"The lion flag on Sutherland Heights will never fall, even if you back down,"

Behind him was a reprimand full of indignation and anger, but also with a certain hope for luck.

These two voices successfully made Wen Lin stop, but she didn't turn her head, her straight and thin figure showed a firm determination,

"I am Sutherland, it has been 20 years, let it be buried with the distant memory,"

"Gentlemen, this is an order,"

Indescribably shocked and disappointed, everyone watched Wen Lin leave step by step in amazement.

Erbo, with cloudy eyes, groped slowly to the door. He stubbornly raised his head in the direction Wen Lin left. His blind eyes could not see anything, but his peaceful expression seemed to see something.

He moved his lips slightly, and said in silence,

"My little master, whether you choose to pick up the glory or let it rot, Erbo will always follow your true wishes faithfully,"

After coming out of the manor, Wen Lin borrowed a horse from Hanfus's servant. Wen Lin rode on it and galloped towards the city gate like a deserter.

The howling wind whipped up the long hair, making a rustling sound, and the suppressed emotions seemed to be released in the wind.

She thought that she could do it alone, without having to take the lives that had already been tortured by the years.

After entering the city gate, Wen Lin led the horse and walked slowly along the newly repaired road.

Vendors marched from barn to barn, shouting, and the broad avenue lined goldsmiths, blacksmiths, tailors, inns... and taverns.

Wen Lin tied the horse to the crossbar at the entrance of the tavern and walked in.

On the left side of the entrance is a curved oak bar, on which there are wine barrels and cups, and in the middle and near the window are seven or eight long tables covered with beige linen tablecloths.

In the dark environment, there are gentle candles flickering, and the figures are mottled.

A bit like a modern bar environment.

The bar is full of rum, red and white wine, whiskey and all kinds of alcohol, from the cheapest to the rare and expensive.

Wen Lin took out two Golan coins and filled a large glass of rum.

This is the wine most often drunk by the crew when they are drifting at sea.

Cheap and spicy enough.

Picking an empty corner to sit down, Wen Lin began to drink in suspense, sip after sip, without stopping for a moment.

The owner of the tavern sat behind the bar and looked at Wen Lin with interest. There were mixed people here, including depraved nobles, travelers looking for excitement, drunkards who were daydreaming, romantic bards, and others.Slut whore.Female……

But there is no one with such an indifferent and pure temperament like Wen Lin, especially she is holding a strange long stick that is tightly wrapped.

Very striking, very out of place.

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Long Dao: You are the stick, and your whole family is a stick!I have never been so wronged in my life!