Queen and Her Duke

That night, Vicia and Wen Lin talked a lot about their childhood memories.

She didn't feel tired, she didn't feel tired, Visia didn't fall asleep until dawn.

Wen Lin waited for the sound of breathing on her side to become slow and long, sat up softly, and stared at Visia intently for a while.

She sleeps very well, even when she is asleep, she maintains an elegant and restrained sleeping posture, her cheeks are slightly red, and her eyelashes flutter occasionally.

The heart suddenly seemed to be filled with fluttering feathers, full of softness.

After going to the door and ordering someone to send a message to the royal court, Wen Lin lay back on the bed again, this time taking the initiative to lean against Visia.

A sense of warmth invaded immediately, and Wen Lin felt very comfortable, so she couldn't help but leaned against Visia again until she was gently snuggled up against her.

This sleep lasted until noon, and Weisia woke up before Wen Lin. To her surprise, the two rolled into a ball at some point.

Wen Lin was curling up in her arms, her cheeks were blushing from the heat in the quilt.

There was a moment of dizziness in her mind, Weisia remained motionless, her gaze swept over Wen Lin's eyebrows, and then raised her hand to stroke Wen Lin's cheek very lightly.

With such a posture, Wen Lin would definitely be at a loss when she woke up. Visia curled her lips, slowly let go of her arms, and moved back a little bit.

After moving away, Visia still stared at Wen Lin, with a slight thought in her mind, she suddenly leaned over and pecked Wen Lin lightly on the lips.

There was a sigh in my heart, hiding some sweet and astringent helplessness.

Under the white-robed priest is the white-robed deacon. In view of Bishop Wen Lin's attitude of laissez-faire, five white-robed deacons from Sol Parish visited No. 16, Tuval Road early in the morning.

Originally, the deacons had no real power, and they were in charge of several small villages, but since there had been no white-robed priests in charge in the Diocese of Sol, the deacons gradually took over the duties of the priests.

After Wen Lin was promoted to a white-robed priest, she didn't care about anything, and she couldn't see anyone in the church. Now that she was promoted to a bishop, she didn't seem to have any intention of interfering in the food of the diocese.

As soon as the deacons discussed it, they took the initiative to find it.

Wen Lin's status is too special. She not only holds the official position of the government, but also holds the priesthood of the church, especially because she still holds [-] troops in her hands.

Considering this aspect, even if the deacons don't want to hand over the power in their hands, they have to take the initiative to show their favor and take the opportunity to find out Wen Lin's reality.

However, what they didn't expect was that the reception at the house was thoughtful and meticulous, and no one could find anything wrong with it, but Bishop Wen Lin didn't show up for a long time.

After being left for a breakfast, he was left for a Chinese meal.

The food is delicious, too good to refuse.

After eating Chinese food, a group of people looked at each other in dismay, whispering from time to time.

"Bishop Wen Lin is really in a hurry, doesn't it look like he's giving us a blow?"

"Probably not,"

Several deacon officers felt uneasy, if they could still entertain so thoughtfully after being dismounted, they would have nothing to say.

While the deacons were still waiting boredly, Wen Lin appeared on the spiral staircase on the left.

"Thank you guys, I've been waiting for a long time,"

Wen Lin was wearing a very plain linen robe, and all the deacons stood up and saluted after seeing it.

"What are you all looking for me for?"

Without squinting, he walked to the top of the table and sat down, the elegant hem of the clothes drooped gracefully, and a sense of oppression very similar to His Majesty Vicia's was surging around him.

The deacons panicked immediately, and hurriedly said, "We are all here to inform you about the teaching affairs of Sol Parish,"

Thinking of Visia who was still waiting, Wen Lin leaned back in her chair, showing a little impatience, "Finish what needs to be said as soon as possible,"

The most basic thing is that the diocese divides the regional boundaries of each diocese, including how many Baptists live in the diocese.

The second is how many parishes are divided in the diocese, how many church members there are in each parish, the taxes collected by the diocese every year, and the income from selling indulgences, etc...

Finally, the deacon went out of his way to emphasize the bishop's duty.

It is obligatory to inspect part or all of the diocese every year, and at least once every five years to inspect the whole diocese; not to leave the diocese on major holidays such as Holy Week and Pentecost for non-critical reasons; to visit in person on every Sunday and legal holidays in the region To offer Mass to the people entrusted to them... [1] Refer to "Catholic Diocese Management System"

After hearing the general idea, Wen Lin interrupted them in time, "I see, if there is nothing else, you can leave,"

"what,"

The deacons didn't react and stared blankly at Wen Lin.

Are there no other specific orders and arrangements?

Don't you go into the annual income of the parish?

Don't you just ask about the arrangement of the clergy?

……

When the deacons were puzzled, Wen Lin smiled and nodded and left.

They were left to speculate on Wen Lin's intentions in the front hall, so Bishop Wen Lin meant business as usual?Are they still in charge of the duties of the white-robed priest?

After returning to the Holy See, the deacons were still at a loss, and they couldn't figure out Wen Lin's intentions even after hard thinking.

As soon as she went up the stairs, Wen Lin saw Weisia walking over with a smile.

She put on a rough linen dress, her hair was tied tightly with a turban, and her face was painted with a dark powder.

Very good camouflage.

Squinting her eyes, Wen Lin asked with a smile, "Where is Your Majesty going?"

Wrapping her arms around Wen Lin's elbows, Visia pulled her down without changing her expression, "Of course I want to see the diocese under the jurisdiction of Bishop Wen Lin,"

"I think you'd better go back to the court, and I can go round the parish by myself,"

"No, sir, I decline your offer,"

The smile on the corner of his mouth melted into his eyes, revealing an unrestrained

happy tune.

It seemed that Visia was in an exceptionally good mood, and her usually majestic and stern face was particularly vivid at this time.

Wen Lin's lips moved, but she didn't say anything, and she looked at Visia with a helpless smile, and she didn't know when there was traces of pampering.

Mrs. Yaz, who had a panoramic view of the intimate interaction between the two, took a deep breath restrained, and dismissed the other maids first, leaving only Bessie and Namer to serve.

Wen Lin, who didn't want to make a fuss, changed into the same outfit as Vicia, and even the knights stationed outside the mansion were also asked to put on the same disguise.

The streets were bustling with crowds, the crowded flow of people and the loud hawking seemed to drive away the chill in the air.

The knights dressed up as commoners and scattered around Zavisia and Wen Lin not too far away.

The crowd was mixed, although there was no danger, but just to be on the safe side, Wen Lin held Visia's hand, and the warmth seeped from the fingers to the palm.

It is a reassuring familiar temperature.

Weisia glanced at her sideways, a special light flashed in her eyes, and she scratched Wen Lin's palm as if responding.

The destination of the two was a small monastery near the city gate—Fontins Abbey. Father Carson served in this small monastery.

Across the street, there are two completely different worlds.

The slums are full of dilapidated and dilapidated houses, with rotting flesh hanging on their bodies, and a few people who don't know their lives are lying in the middle of the dirty path. The pedestrians are dressed in rags, and their haggard and erratic expressions make people suspect that they will be taken away by God in the next second. .

The further you go in, the more disgusting the rancid smell becomes, and from time to time you can see huge rats running around brazenly.

Looking at it this way, Wen Lin and her party, who were clean and intact, were obviously the intruders.

Several salivating eyes have already fallen on Wen Lin and his party. The reason why it is called the most chaotic slum area is because it is not only full of poor people, but also many desperate people who have nowhere to go.

As long as they have the opportunity to have a good meal, they may do something.

Wen Lin blocked Visia without showing any signs, but Visia didn't care at all, and asked instead, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, will you have mercy on them? In your Garden of Eden, Does such a place exist?"

"Your Majesty, of course." Wen Lin didn't answer the first question, but quickened her pace towards Fontins Abbey.

Wen Lin was lost in thought, she didn't know how to answer the first question.

Looking at the scene here, a sentence left by her master back then emerged in Wen Lin's mind, "The pity of the strong is useless, and the only one who can save me is myself,"

I have given up on myself and got used to relying on begging and robbing.Those who survived the robbery and oppressed the weaker existence cannot see the light.

Perhaps because of fear of the large number of Wen Lin and his party, even though many homeless people gathered and were about to make a move, they did not dare to make a real move.

The closer they got to Fontins Monastery, the more homeless people dispersed. When they reached the gate of the monastery, there was no sign of a homeless man.

In front of the monastery is a road, a road that looks exceptionally clean in the dirty environment.

Looking up, the monastery is hard to hide its dilapidation, with cracks in the stone bricks and wood underneath, but it is not difficult to see that someone is maintaining it with care.

In such a large area, not a single weed can be seen.

Walked over and knocked on the door, and soon a priest came to answer the door.

His head was full of white hair, his limbs were thin, as if there was only a layer of skin covering his bones, and his movements were trembling and very slow.

Before Wen Lin and the others said anything, the old priest who came to open the door pointed to the southeast corner and said,

"Father Carson is in the chapel,"

After opening the door, the old priest walked away tremblingly.

The monastery was very quiet, and there was no one else in sight except an old priest.

Telling the knights to stay outside, Wen Lin held Vicia's hand tightly and walked towards the chapel.

An old man with the same gray hair was leaning over the table to translate scriptures.

There was no response to Wen Lin and Vicia's arrival.

Wen Lin's gaze froze when she caught sight of the colored ornaments in the hand of the old priest, a small metal ball that completely reproduced the whole picture of the earth.

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