Queen and Her Duke

Visia, who had lunch, seemed to be in a good mood. She walked back to the council hall unhurriedly. The wind lifted her long hair hanging on her shoulders, and her calm smile was still unpredictable.

There is only one thing that everyone can be sure of, that is, this guest from the east will soon become the rising newcomer of Bruns.

Golan had no precedent for a woman to hold an official position or be awarded a title, but they had never seen a woman who could do what Wen Lin did.

What Visia said during the meal had already sent a clear signal to them—to accept Wen Lin.

As the queen's confidants, they certainly knew what to do, a strong ally no one would refuse.

Francis looked at Vicia's expression, tugged at the lace lapel, and asked, "Your Majesty, what arrangements do you have for Your Excellency Wen Lin?"

The identity of a woman is an unavoidable shackle. The church has kept a rare silence on the Sachs rebellion. Francis is worried that Wen Lin will cause trouble.

With her casual gaze withdrawn from the gloomy sky outside the window, Vicia glanced at William and said lightly,

"Guardian of the Royal Capital,"

"Your Majesty Vicia!"

"His Majesty!"

Two astonished voices sounded at the same time, it was the Minister of State William and the Justice Jobs of the Royal Star Court.

"A person of a foreign race, do you really want to hand over all of Brunz's troops to her?"

"Obviously Eggers is a better fit,"

The guard of the royal capital is in charge of the [-] troops of Brunz, which is an important position related to the safety of the royal city of Brunz. Vicia's decision is considered ridiculous and dangerous by the ministers.

In the rebellion just a few days ago, if Eggers hadn't blocked Grandal's reinforcements in time, their victory would never have been so smooth.

Francis pondered for a while. Everyone thought that the appearance of Eggers was the most important part of the battle, but Francis, who had experienced the war first-hand, believed that Wen Lin's influence was no less than that of Eggers.

When he returned to the royal court that day, he found that the guards were not in a mess, but orderly and high-spirited. At the same time, the tactic of concentrating the archers on the right side to attack the horses was also very effective.

It seemed that both the knights outside Whitehall and the guards on the battlements were willing to recognize Wen Lin.

After thinking for a while, Francis took the initiative to say,

"His Excellency Wen Lin may be more suitable for the position of medical officer or commander. She has no experience in commanding and managing the army. Even if you grant her the position of guard officer of the royal capital, she may not be able to convince the soldiers,"

"What's more, Earl Eggers is back,"

Francis' words were impeccable, and he did not refute Vicia clearly, but also expressed the worries in the hearts of the ministers.

With the faint smile still on her face, Vicia glanced sideways at Francis, then quietly looked towards the end of the corridor,

"For people of other races, there is no better choice than attaching to me. As for commanding and managing the army, just give her some time,"

Vicia spoke very casually, and her every move maintained a proper elegance.

There were also ministers who wanted to say something to dissuade them, but were forced back into their stomachs by Weisia's faint gaze.

This made the ministers frown and restless.

When leaving the White House, the ministers deliberately slowed down in front of Wen Lin, and looked and examined carefully.

Well, a woman with an elegant and gentle temperament can't see the rumored murderous appearance at all.

None of the ministers who thought this way had ever seen Wen Lin in the arena or her in battle.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I hope that next time I will have the honor to eat the food you cook, and milk is fine too," Hanvers said with the most sincere smile on his face. He was happy to see Wen Lin being reused.

Although most of the ministers who support the Queen's faction are new nobles, this does not mean that they have no grudge against Hanfus who was born as a commoner.

Wen Lin, who has no family support, is in a situation very similar to Hanvers' situation to some extent.

Whether it's because of his personal affection for Wen Lin or the similar situation of the two, Hanvers is very happy to offer his olive branch.

Only when people in the same situation hug closely can they win more seats in the dangerous power game.

From the beginning to the end, Wen Lin smiled and nodded, calmly.

This calm and calm demeanor made many ministers secretly admire in their hearts, and they naturally had an unusual impression of Wen Lin.

Vicia came out last, and the smile on Wen Linning's lips suddenly deepened, "Your Majesty,"

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I like lunch very much, but I'm more curious about how you processed the milk so that it has no peculiar smell and tastes so delicious?"

The maids backed away knowingly, watching Weisia and Wen Lin walking forward side by side without haste.

It was rare for Wen Lin not to explain directly this time, but took Vicia to the kitchen.

Wen Lin's cooking skills are actually not that good, and she doesn't like cooking, but the mountains are boring. Over time, Wen Lin learned to cook some home-cooked dishes.

In order to save trouble for a long time, Wen Lin simply stayed in the kitchen throughout the day, teaching the servants how to make food better.

When the two arrived in the kitchen, a bucket of processed milk happened to be out of the pot, and the kitchen steward immediately brought two glasses.

Looking at the distillation tool in front of her, Visia thought for a while, and then thought that it should have something to do with temperature.

Wen Lin nodded, and talked about the popularization of milk.

The productivity of the entire Europa Continent is very backward. The vast majority of people are trapped in hard work on the land, but they have to worry about food all day long.

When harvests were bad or taxes were high, the poor could only make bread from peas, beans, oats, and acorns.

Most peasant houses have no fireplace, no windows, people and animals sleep in the same room, poor life, hunger, cold, dirty living

The living environment makes their bodies, which are already deficient in nutrients, more susceptible to diseases, and their average life expectancy is only 35 to 40 years old.

Milk is a cheap and easy-to-obtain food for the poor. If we can find a way to promote it, this situation should be alleviated to a certain extent.

While popularizing milk, Wen Lin also wants to promote more effective farming methods.

The current farming method in Golan is the three-field system, that is, the land is divided into three plots, one for spring sowing, one for autumn sowing and one for fallow.

This is already a relatively scientific farming method, and there is a fallow period to wait for the soil to recover its fertility.

But in Wen Lin's view, the utilization rate was still too low.

The ancient Hua Kingdom has long summed up a set of agricultural management methods of "deep plowing and fine hoeing, thick manure soil, and land assistance". Stronger than too much.

With sufficient food, farmers will have more energy to engage in other industries, thus promoting the economic development of the entire society. By collecting taxes reasonably, the royal family can avoid falling into financial difficulties in time.

Wen Lin spoke deeply, and Visia listened intently, the brilliance in her eyes getting brighter and brighter.

This is the first time that Wen Lin has taken the initiative to talk about the idea of ​​the entire Golan. Some aspects are too superficial and crude, but after careful study, it is still worth a try.

No matter how hard it was to hold back the restraint in her heart, Visia grabbed Wen Lin's hand fiercely, and said with great interest,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, let's leave the palace tomorrow. As much land as you want can be drawn from the royal family's territory,"

The cold dark light suddenly appeared and disappeared in the black eyes, Wen Lin smiled, avoided Visia's sight, and replied, "Okay."

This was just the first step, Wen Lin slowly exhaled the heat in her chest.

Thinking of the cautious and worried expressions of the ministers in front of the White House, Wen Lin raised her lips, and what she wanted should be delivered to her door soon.

The land, the people, and the army.

Weisia didn't notice Wen Lin's sudden abnormality, she tentatively slid on Wen Lin's wrist, and seeing that Wen Lin didn't resist, she took Wen Lin's wrist and went back to the White House.

Dinner is chicken soup and noodles made by the kitchen after many attempts according to Professor Wen Lin's method. It tastes good.

Seeing that Vicia ate too much, Wen Lin couldn't help feeling better.

She rubbed the table and said suddenly, "Your Majesty, your injury is recovering well, I should move out of your bedroom tonight,"

Suddenly startled, Weissia looked up at Wen Lin, without any obvious emotion in her eyes, but those deep eyes seemed to see through Wen Lin's soul.

After being silent for a while, Weisia showed a slight smile, "Okay, Your Excellency Wen Lin saved me, any reward you want, as long as I can do it, I can offer it,"

"A mansion outside the royal court," Wen Lin casually made this request after thinking for a while.

For some of the things she will do next, it is necessary to avoid Vicia and live in the White House, which obviously has many inconveniences.

Visia's eyes trembled slightly, and the hand hanging on the side was tightly clenched. She suppressed her smile and pretended to ask unintentionally, "Don't you feel uncomfortable living in the White House?"

Wen Lin didn't know how to answer this question.

After being silent for a long time, Wen Lin couldn't think of a reasonable argument, and finally said, "Vicia, I want to see more about the lives of the Golan people. They are your people, and I can help them. Much more than the average person,"

Although it was an excuse, what Wen Lin said was also true.

Visia frowned silently, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, when you are out of the royal court, don't tell others what you know, it is very likely that you will be accused of being a witch,"

Sensing the concern in Vicia's words, the corners of Wen Lin's mouth curled up involuntarily. After thinking for a while, she said, "Your Majesty, I have only told you the story of the Garden of Eden, and I will only tell you."

The eyes of the two met in the air, and then moved away quickly.

Afterwards, neither of them spoke again, they sat quietly at the table until late at night when Mrs. Yaz came to remind them that it was time to go to rest.

They walked to the bedroom together, and waited for Vicia to walk in before Wen Lin turned around and walked to the next door.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, Visia's expression turned cold. She walked to the desk and sat down, recalling and writing down some of the methods and theories Wen Lin said.

Mrs. Yaz stood silently on one side, the queen's face showed a cold and hard outline under the candlelight, she found that the queen seemed to be angry again, was it because of Her Excellency Wen Lin again?

Wen Lin next door also didn't sleep, she also sat down at the desk, picked up a quill pen and drew a long column pattern.

The lightning rod is also called the lightning rod. After removing the grounding device, it can greatly increase the probability of being struck by lightning at the installation location.

However, lightning is instantaneous and highly uncertain. It is obviously too fantasy to let St. Margaret's Church be struck by lightning on the day of the Holy See's trial.

Wen Lin silently wrote gunpowder in Chinese on the lower left corner of the paper.The formula, sulfur, saltpeter and charcoal powder are mixed in equal proportions.

The best way to achieve both is to use gunpowder if thunder cannot blow up.

The author has something to say: Friendly reminder: Both of them are black-bellied cubs~ At present, it is impossible to be unguarded against each other because of their relationship, unless they have experienced big storms or life-and-death situations together~

Wen: Mom, I want the church to be struck by lightning on the day of the trial!

Author: Then you beg me~hahahahaha, it’s just a matter of moving your fingers~