Queen and Her Duke

Like a boulder smashing into a calm lake, the crowd began to boil violently after the initial shock.

This unacceptable scandal is like a slap in the face of the Holy See, and they prefer that it is a despicable method used by the Queen.

Someone yelled, "Heretic, you're lying,"

The turbulent reviling was even worse, the facts were right in front of them, but some people still didn't want to believe it.

Durham wanted to refute, but after moving his dry lips, under Visia's scrutinizing gaze like a torch, he retorted hysterically,

"Slander with sinister intentions, everything, everything is the trick of the treacherous, you will go to hell, you will only live for half a lifetime,"

The cloudy eyes were bloodshot, and Durham's hasty and ugly appearance seemed to confirm the truth.

The trial bishops looked at each other, with an ugly look on their faces for the first time.

They struggled, trying to separate this trial from Durham.

The purpose of the trial was to crush Golan's popular support, not to be rebelled by Vicia, which would make the prestige of the Church, which had already been questioned, even more shaky.

The bishops who judged were categorical,

"How can Wang Ting's one-sided words convince us?"

"Even if Durham really did all these evil things, it should be dealt with by the church, not you, a heretic who blasphemed God,"

"In this judgment, all the blood shed is because you have defiled the throne,"

The queen's eyes suddenly became cold, and there was no longer a smile on her face. She pointed at the twenty children with a steady and powerful voice,

"I am the king of the Golan, and my people have suffered unfortunate accidents. Are you going to tell me that because of the accusation of a licentious person, you will deprive me of the right to protect them?"

Questioning is like a stabbing blade, like an ice pick, cutting everyone's heart and torturing their conscience.

At this time, a few small figures moved. They walked up to the crowd and recounted all the unbearable memories.

Someone recognized his child by his voice. He is recognized as the most devout believer in the diocese. He wears the most ragged priestly uniform, has yellow muscles and a weak body. He follows the will of the Lord and contributes all his income to the church. Day after day of penance.

The venerable archbishop told him that God would appreciate his loyalty and that his child had gone to the best monastery.

"All of this is not true," he roared, rushing forward with all his strength, took off the covering robe, and saw the face underneath.

"No, no," he fell to the ground, the wound on his forehead burst into blood, "this is all fake, fake,"

He stretched out his hand and strangled the male lead's neck, looking crazy as if he wanted to strangle the boy to death, and muttered uncontrollably.

"You lie to God with the heretics, damn you all, damn!"

Visia turned her face away, with great sorrow welling up in her heart.

With a wave of his hand, someone stepped forward and pulled the crazy ascetic priest away.

The blade moved forward, without hesitation, it pierced into Durham's chest, "It is you who should die to apologize,"

The church that was supposed to be full of holy light and bright flowers is actually the dirtiest, trampling on the last bottom line of moral virtue.

The bishops are indifferent, they are dumb, they are at a loss for words.

Faith collapsed before their eyes, and countless believers bent over and covered their chests because of the severe pain, and the sudden dense thunder exploded.

The pained humility of the believers seemed to kowtow to Visia.

Vicia swung the blood-stained king sword and pointed it at the Holy See. Eggers instantly understood the intention, and the knights smashed open the majestic and sacred stone gate of the church.

"In the past, now, and in the future, I will enforce the law fairly and justly, and uphold the grace of God, to feed the hungry, to shelter the homeless from the snow, and to send the flames of judgment to all the filth and darkness..."

"My last name is the best proof,"

The trial bishops, who were no longer calm, tried to refute Visia with more reasons, and they shouted in turn.

But the sound of the crowd supporting the Queen quickly drowned out their voices.

It wasn't just who yelled first, "God bless my king,"

"God bless my king,"

"..."

Like the tide of the sea, under the high dome behind the stone gate is a majestic and sacred icon. Vicia's shadow is dragged and stretched, extending under the icon.

The bishops, whose faces changed suddenly, sent someone to ring the bronze bell.

There were only three beeps, announcing the end of the trial.

When the crowd quieted down due to silence, the bishops sternly spoke out the final judgment,

"She is guilty, all sophistry is false, Golan will fall into war and turmoil because of her,"

This is the toughness of the Holy See. No matter what the people's opinion is, as long as there are believers who believe in them, what they say is right and undeniable.

Francis pursed his lips tightly, his face somber as if dripping water.

The bishops were about to leave, Francis signaled with his eyes, and immediately a knight stopped them.

He walked up the stone steps and asked in a suppressed angry voice, "Master Bishop, you said that all the allegations need to be corroborated. Her Majesty Vicia's innocence and bravery have been seen by everyone. May I guess why you must prove the Is the crime imposed on the Queen? Did she betray God and have selfish desires like Durham?"

"shut up,"

The scolding of the trial bishop exploded together with the thunder, and he curled up his lips sullenly,

"Did you hear that? Wind, rain, thunder and snow are divine powers, and the sound of thunder is the final warning. You will all fall into hell,"

Visia looked up at the sky, and the rolling dark clouds seemed to swallow everything.

She faced everyone and opened her arms, "I am Golan, God has given me honor and authority together,"

"heresy!"

The Queen's move is undoubtedly a complete declaration that Golan will be torn from the Holy Court.

A shrill and hoarse rebuke was about to be blurted out, and the next moment, muffled thunder exploded on the spire of St. Margaret's Cathedral.

There was a deafening cracking sound, accompanied by the falling of stones.

The crowd dispersed in panic. They saw the conical spire at the top of the Holy See hit by blue lightning falling from the sky, followed by a rumbling explosion.Explosion.

topple, to fall.

No one saw a figure going down with the falling stones.

Many people stood there stunned by the accident, and they turned their gazes back to the queen with her arms raised high.

At this moment, she is a god.

The wind blew the Queen's robes, and all the brilliance shrouded her. They saw with their own eyes that God had sent a will for her.

She is not the source of disaster, she is the incarnation of God, the messenger of God, and the monarch they will follow faithfully.

Raindrops, falling down.

Soon, the rain poured down.

In the blurry rain, the Gospels in the hands of the priests were wet, and their pale faces trembled, "Why? Why?"

Roaring towards the sky, suddenly fell to his knees.

What they insisted on began to fall apart, began to collapse, they lost all their strength as if they had been emptied, but when they looked at that figure, they suddenly seemed to grasp something again.

one, two, three...

Until everyone outside the church knelt down, they began to chant piously, for the monarch of the Golan.

Vicia turned around and looked at the five cardinals.

Without words, the five trial bishops slowly knelt down in front of Visia.

"You are innocent," they said slowly.

Lucches, who didn't say a word the whole time, knelt down at the foot of the stone steps, the cross on his chest had poked blood out of their palms,

There was ecstasy on his face, "The teacher is right, my choice is right,"

Visia held the king sword, followed by the knights of the royal court, and walked slowly towards the royal court amidst the crowd.

She left the church innocently.

After a long time, the priests were still prostrate on the ground, with mud and water on their knees, they were confused, they were ashamed, and they had no rest.

Today's magnificent miracle has been recorded verbatim by the historians, and it will quickly spread throughout the entire continent of Europa, spreading to every corner of the streets and alleys.

A true, God-chosen Monarch, no Mass, no Holy Oil, no blessing.

Many years later, later generations evaluated it as the beginning of kingship breaking away from the shadow of theocracy.

Countless people knelt down beside the street, and no one could tell the calmness of emotion in Vicia's eyes.

The accumulated rainwater rolled down her face, and her steps were as before, without stopping for a moment.

After returning to the White House, the ministers of the Privy Council were very upset. They poured into the Council Hall and began to discuss the next arrangements.

They believe that this is a real miracle, and they want to take this opportunity to suppress the power of the church as much as possible.

Francis has been thinking about it. The queen's risky move today does not seem to be provoked at all in retrospect. She has never been a person who is willing to take risks.

All the coincidences looked more like deliberate actions.

Think of the people who should have appeared today, but did not.

Wen Lin, could it be her?

But can anyone really drive thunder and lightning?

Francis finally gave up exploring, and Wen Lin's appearance was a miracle.

The Queen did not appear and this time the meeting was held by William.

Visia, who put on her dry robe for the first time, was in Wen Lin's bedroom.

Wen Lin, who returned to the royal court first, had already bathed and was wiping her wet hair. When she saw Visia walking in, she paused her hands, and showed a clear smile.

"Vicia, I've been here,"

Visia walked over, took the cotton cloth in her hand, and imitated Wen Lin last time, wiping her long hair bit by bit.

"Wen Lin, I know, you've been here,"

Staring at Wen Lin without blinking, Weisia suddenly and slowly embraced Wen Lin from behind, holding her tightly.

Wen Lin explained Lei to her, and she knew it was dangerous, and she knew it was a miracle given to her by Wen Lin.

Her situation made her unable to say anything to stop Wen Lin from taking risks.

Facts have proved that if there is no last thunder, the church will still judge her guilty.

All the preparations, the unwilling struggle, in the eyes of those who want to eat her flesh and blood, are not as shocking as a thunderbolt.

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped Visia.

Something cool landed on the back of Wen Lin's neck, she wanted to turn around to look, but was stopped by the person behind, "Your Excellency, don't move,"

With a hoarse voice full of tears, Wen Lin frowned, "Vicia, you won, the most difficult moment is over,"

As long as he survives the trial of the Holy See, Golan will be able to have a long period of recuperation.

Wen Lin has already made plans, food, shops, army... She will not let go of any of them.

The coolness on the back of the neck did not stop, but accumulated more and more, and the puzzlement and worry rolling out from the depths of the pupils quickly replaced the joy,

Wen Lin held the hand on her waist and rubbed it lightly,

"Vicia, you are crying, what happened?"

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