Queen and Her Duke

Let's sail, let's sail.

The devil stands beside me, the sword of the battle gleaming.

Let's set sail!

The smoke after the salvo was like ripples on the water.

Yang Fan, hoist the sails.

I whistled the order: Sail and moor, open the treasure chest yourself!

Let's set sail!

Lower the enemy's spear and watch the gold flow like a river.

There is nothing better than this fate.

Until sleep forever in the waves and rays of light! 【1】

The singing voice from outside the cabin was rough and unrestrained, accompanied by a powerful rhythm, the sails and cables were all stretched to the extreme, the hull broke through the waves, and sailed into the endless sea more quickly.

Wen Lin was looking sideways at the waves outside the window, humming softly to the tune of the crowd.

Different from the warm tone of others, Wen Lin's voice was filled with strong sadness.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, you haven't told me why you are in exile at sea?"

Gazing at the watery light that seemed to be flooding in Wen Lin's eyes, Visia spoke softly.

The colorful and rich night color settled in the bottom of her eyes, Wen Lin turned her head as if she felt something, "I was forced to do nothing,"

When she first transmigrated into this world, it was the Holy See's pervasive investigation and pursuit. Although she was never exposed, Wen Lin simply took Elbo and the others to wander the sea under the unstoppable harassment.

"Being helpless? It's because of your identity,"

Weisia read it slowly and silently, her eyes were both charming and dangerous.

Surprised, instantly.

The original casual posture tensed up in an instant, Wen Lin looked at Visia steadfastly, the sound of sea waves hitting a dangerous temperature in the dark night,

"My identity?"

The corners of her lips curled into a shallow arc, and Visia looked over Wen Lin's shoulders to the restless night in the distance, her voice was unexpectedly low and gentle,

"House Sutherland, guarding the Great Wall of the Golan, the blade of the Royal Household,"

Breathing stagnated between Weisia's words, Wen Lin collected herself, and quietly clenched the long knife beside her,

"Your Majesty saw the portrait on the table?"

Apart from that painting, Wen Lin couldn't think of any other flaws for the time being.

Smiling, like the cool moonlight flowing quietly on the sea, Visia walked up to Wen Lin, held Wen Lin's cheek with her hand,

"No, Wen Lin, you look so similar to your mother. From the first time I saw you, I had doubts, but everything you gradually revealed to me made me more sure of my guess,"

Wen Lin felt uneasy, and one question after another came to her mind, her thoughts drifted away, guessing what Wei Xiya pointed out at this time.

"Why did Your Majesty choose to speak out at this moment? Aren't you afraid that there will be no chance to return to land again?"

Wen Lin's gaze was surprisingly calm, Visia couldn't find any fluctuations in her eyes, but her full guard was fully revealed.

This was on the Liberty, in the room with only each other, if Wen Lin wanted to do something, Visia would be powerless to resist.

Eyebrows drooping slightly, Visia concealed the sense of loss and loss rolling silently in her eyes,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, there are only you and me here. Isn't this enough for you to be honest with each other? I am not Henry VIII, nor will I become him,"

With a low and hoarse voice intertwined with deceptive expressions, Visia's hands slowly encircled Wen Lin, slowly tightening her grip, confining her between her arms and the deck,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I'm here to make it clear that you can be a means for me to pursue you,"

The gentle and tactful tone hides the usual majesty and toughness, and the patient and delicate expression is charming and affectionate.

Slowly let go of the hand holding the handle of the knife, Wen Lin clearly felt the heart under the ribs becoming uneasy under Weisia's approaching gaze, she said with difficulty,

"Your Majesty, the Sutherlands are charged with treason,"

A low sigh, accompanied by a slight connivance flashed between Weisia's brows,

"Wen Lin, isn't it because of Sutherland that you approached me in the first place? I will give you back all the glory that Sutherland deserves,"

Silence, eyes flashed, joy and heaviness came to Wen Lin together.

What is gratifying is Vicia's attitude towards Sutherland, and what is heavy is the love of the monarch of a country.

Even if this love may be pure, without any calculation or use, it is still too heavy for people to bear.

Insisting on struggling out from Visia's confinement, Wen Lin took a few steps back, knelt down on one knee, bowed her head,

"Your Majesty Vicia, Sutherland will be your fortified Great Wall,"

Wen Lin once again retreated into the boundary between monarch and minister.

The narrow and bright blue pupils stared at the back of Wen Lin's fair neck, with unknown turbulent emotions rolling inside, Visia squinted her eyes, and all the emotions dispersed like a dense fog in the few breaths of watching, and she couldn't find a little bit of it. traces of existence,

She stepped forward, pulled Wen Lin up, and walked out without saying a word.

Wen Lin was stunned for a while, then came to her senses, chased him out and pulled him back into her bedroom.

Not knowing what to say, Wen Lin found all kinds of books she had collected while at sea and piled them all on the table.

"Your Majesty, stay here and don't go out,"

After saying this, Wen Lin hurriedly turned around and walked out, the door was closed heavily.

During the whole process, she kept her eyes downcast, refusing to look into Weisia's eyes, even for a single glance.

Laughing silently, Visia slowly sat down at the table, opened a book she randomly picked out, her eyes darkened.

For a long time, the book has not been turned over a page.

The sea breeze blew up, mixed with the unique salty smell of sea water, rushing into Wen Lin's nostrils. She squatted on the highest deck, looking up at the dark sky.

A few seabirds could be vaguely seen flying close to the surface of the sea, and the water vapor in the air seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

Wen Lin sat on the deck all night, and the next morning, the sun broke out of the sea, and the golden sunlight sprinkled profusely from the sky. In the distance were blurry coastlines and majestic rocks.

They have reached their destination, near a narrow channel not far from the "wreck".

Here, rocks, islands, bays, and narrow channels form a dazzling maze.

Carefully steer the boat into the hidden ambush point negotiated in advance, and the skull flag is raised at the same time.

Erbo and the others methodically began to climb up the rock with their flying claws. After a while, the rope was thrown down from the top of the rock.

"Come up quickly,"

Shocked, the royal knights began to pull out the ropes and climb up.

Such a style of play is indeed unheard of.

The knights who had never experienced a naval battle seemed very excited, eager to try one by one.

According to the drawn terrain map, everyone entered the ambush point as quickly as possible.

With 20 people left on board, Wen Lin led two small groups of people into the curved and narrow bay in a small rowing boat.

The group waited quietly all morning. Many merchant ships sailed through this channel, but Wen Lin never gave an order to act.

The dark clouds approaching in the distance are receding further and further, covering the last ray of sunshine, and the waves that beat over are also getting bigger and bigger.

Someone quietly asked Bach and them,

"Is there a storm coming?"

"Yes,"

"Then shall we continue to wait?"

"Wait, just waiting for the storm to come,"

The violent wind deformed the facial muscles a little. Wen Lin held the map and stared calmly ahead.

Suddenly, a fleet appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Twenty ships, no more, no less, with obvious eagle patterns on the hull, the middle ship is the largest, and several red-robed bishops can be faintly seen on the deck.

Eggers gritted his molars silently, and a strong sense of excitement burst out of his blood.

Was it a ship that came to ambush the Holy See?

When the people next to him saw Eggers' appearance, they murmured inwardly that Eggers would go crazy as long as he met the Holy See.

Before entering the narrow channel, the fleet had to line up and enter one by one.

The five red-clothed archbishops all came out, and the prestige of the Holy Court protected them from encountering pirates along the way.

In other words, the pirates avoided them when they saw them from a distance.

A fleet of the Holy See is obviously not easy to mess with.

Waiting for the ship carrying the bishop to enter the channel, Wen Lin fired a bright signal immediately.

The Holy See, both outside and inside the channel, was under fierce attack, and they were caught off guard by feather arrows and spears.

A group of people on the small rowing boat dived into the bottom of the water at some point, groped under the enemy ship, cut the anchor cable without hesitation, and destroyed the rotating structure of the rudder under the water.

The unsuspecting Vatican ships were thrown into brief chaos.

Suddenly, someone discovered that the ship could not turn and move forward, and dozens of Holy See ships had to be stuck in the channel, unable to enter or retreat.

Ships outside the channel were blocked at the entrance, so they could only worry.

The bishops, who hadn't expected to be attacked at all, hid in the cabin, and Wen Lin climbed up silently in the confusion.

No matter how powerful the paladins were, they had no room for the attack coming from above their heads. They had no choice but to fight back with feathered arrows in embarrassment, with little effect.

Wen Lin stuck to the outermost deck, smashed through the window and rolled in.

Five, one no more and one less, all in the same room.

Wen Lin's movements were as quick as a ghost, and the precise coordination of her gun and long sword instantly eliminated the six guards around her.

The bishops were startled and began to call out to the guards. Wen Lin jumped a few times and tied up no one with ropes.

Then, under the astonished eyes of the guards of the Holy See, Wen Lin held a long knife across the bishop's neck, and swaggered onto the deck.

"Stop it all,"

Following their reputation, everyone stopped their movements immediately, only to see the holy and clean bishops dragged out in a state of embarrassment.

A dirty rag was stuffed into his mouth, and he fell on the deck without any manners, whimpering.

Someone cursed at the side, "Sinful heresy, you are blaspheming the messenger of God, God's wrath and punishment will fall on you,"

What followed was constant prayers and curses.

With a disdainful chuckle, Wen Lin pulled out a piece of cloth casually, and at the same time vigorously moved her hand, a trail of blood dripped down the edge of the sword,

"Let them all lay down their weapons, or you will all die,"

Wen Lin was wrapped in a black cloak, her hair and face were tightly wrapped. After she spoke, the people in the Holy Court realized that it was a woman.

Beads of sweat rolled down his pale face, and there were bursts of stinging pain on his neck. The bishop's eyes were venomous, and he said unwillingly, "You will fall into hell, and only by putting down your sword can you have a chance to be saved."

Wen Lin increased the strength in her hands with a blank face, blood spurted out immediately,

"Stop, I said," the voice was hoarse and old, roaring mixed with fear, extremely shrill.

"All down, all down, all down,"

Wen Lin waved her hand, and at the same time, a long rope was thrown down from above, and the knights who had ambushed slid down and began to search non-stop.

The golden sceptres of the bishops, the silver exhortations, the Gospels encased in gold and gems...

Almost all valuables that could be taken away were searched.

The people of the holy court looked at what happened in front of them in amazement, they were furious, and there was nothing they could do.

The bishops watched in horror at what was happening before them. A group of masked pirates stopped their ships and took everything that could be taken away.

After a few violent muffled grunts, someone fainted out of anger.

After all the others had evacuated, Wen Lin pushed the five bishops into the sea without mercy.

When everyone was stunned, Wen Lin grabbed a rope, jumped up and disappeared quickly.

Everything was so absurd that it didn't seem like it really happened, but the embarrassment and chaos in front of them reminded them that everything was real.

The rescued bishops were distraught and furious,

"Catch up, run after, let the boats outside catch up, and take back what was taken,"

Liberty appeared in the distance, and only then did the Holy See's ships react and chase after it.

Perseveringly following behind the Liberty, Wen Lin ordered loudly and turned towards the "shipwreck".

Pete shouted excitedly, "Let those idiots follow,"

The aftermath of the battle stimulated the knights. They held the trophies in their hands and looked at the Holy See ships behind them with flushed faces.

The heavy breathing showed the unquenchable excitement. How did Bach and the others climb up the rocky reef just now, and what were those strangely shaped iron tools used for climbing.

Could it be so easy to win more with less?

Immediately, the eyes of the knights on Wen Lin became intense.

The only regret may be that it was too easy to win. As soon as someone said this, he was severely knocked on the head by his companions.

"Fool, do you have to bleed to death to feel happy?"

……

The sea breeze is getting stronger and stronger, but everyone's emotions are getting more and more boiling.

The Liberty always kept a certain distance from the Holy See's ships, and the sea ahead was covered with white waves, which was a symbol of dense reefs.

Suddenly, the whole ship seemed to be overturned by the waves and the strong wind. The fierce waves hit the ship, splashing water several meters high.

Some knights were photographed directly from one side of the ship to the other.

The sight in front of them stunned everyone, the ship seemed to be out of control, and could only be at the mercy of the strong wind and huge waves.

A huge reef is just ahead of the ship.

Wen Lin, who was standing in front of the rudder, commanded with a calm expression all the time, "Everyone hold on to the sturdy things around you, Bach furls the sails,"

The waves that surged onto the deck wet everyone's clothes, like the scene of the doomsday, like the call of the god of death.

Someone made a prayer gesture, "God bless,"

"Are you praying? But we just robbed the ships of the Holy See, and I heard that God does not hear prayers at sea," a tall knight said to his companion,

Unable to hide his panic, the praying man widened his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and looked at Wen Lin at the bow.

"Perhaps we can pray to Your Excellency the Guard,"

Standing under the towering waves, she looked fearless and determined, "Now, everyone, hold on to the rope, pull hard, and raise the sail!"

The wind weakened slightly, and suddenly an oncoming huge wave lifted the bow of the ship high, and everyone felt that they were about to be thrown out.

The strong wind caused the entire ship to tilt, and at this moment, almost everyone closed their eyes, ready to resign themselves to fate.

The author has something to say: [1] Learned from "Pirates of the Caribbean"