Queen and Her Duke

The night came on schedule.

The night wind swept over the dancing flames, causing crisp crackling sounds.

On the bottom auditorium, there is a brazier with a height of half a person embedded every two meters. The warm yellow fire light and the golden wall decoration complement each other, and the lights and shadows illuminate the arena as if it were daytime.

This time Wen Lin entered the arena with Visia, she stood expressionlessly in the corner of the central platform.

The Sistine mission was talking to Vicia, looking extremely excited.

From time to time, they turned their attention to the arena in the center, eager to try.

There were well-made bows and arrows on the side of the high platform. Wen Lin vaguely heard them talking about pirates, and suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

And the finally opened gate confirmed Wen Lin's guess, the crew members of the Liberty were coming out of the dark stone room one after another.

They were ragged and haggard.

Wen Lin's mind moved slightly. She watched the Sistine mission go up to pick up the bow and arrow, aiming at the crew members on the arena.

"Look, how helpless are those mean and dirty pirates living in the gutter,"

"They'll have a taste of real despair later,"

The mission was full of ambition, and they discussed with great interest how to play with the pirates below.

It seems that this can erase the embarrassment they showed when they confronted each other at sea.

Closing her eyes, Wen Lin kept reminding herself to stay calm.

Vicia sat in front of her, indifferent to the upcoming unilateral abuse.Killing, when the Sistine envoys were about to shoot their first arrow, Wen Lin hurried to Visia's side.

"Your Majesty, you promised me this afternoon,"

Weisia looked away casually, she was indifferent to her in the afternoon, "Yes sir, I promised you, the premise is that they can survive,"

"Vicia," Wen Lin growled, her anger could not be concealed even with a deliberately low volume.

At the same time, the relaxed attendants immediately surrounded him. They held their knives and looked at Wen Lin warily.

After a few moments of stalemate, Wen Lin weakly let go of her clenched fist.

Suppressing her anger, she turned to walk behind the Sistine Ambassador Tadein, her back straightened,

A deceptive statement, "Your Excellency Tadein, I heard that your country's army is extremely brave, and I believe you are the same. Victory without style,"

Turning around impatiently, Tadein's expression became even uglier after seeing the person coming.

He is a person who is afraid of death, bullying disabled opponents and gaining a good reputation is his usual practice.

Wen Lin's brave performance during the day seems to be mocking his incompetence.

He gritted his teeth, "That's a bunch of damned pirates, killing them is justice,"

Wen Lin took a half step back with a smile, and retorted in a friendly manner, "But Your Excellency, the demeanor you showed makes me believe that you are a real warrior, and a real warrior doesn't bother to bully the weak,"

Tadine's complexion softened slightly, he snorted in agreement, and then said in an irreproachable tone, "Yes, but a true warrior never abuses mercy that violates justice,"

This sentence came out of his mouth, very ironic, Wen Lin took a deep breath, and was about to continue lobbying.

Tadein suddenly drew the bow to full string and shot.

Wen Lin's slow movement could not be stopped. She watched the arrow shoot towards the crowd, and her heart under the sternum seemed to be tightly grasped by something.

Weisia's eyes darkened slightly, she took a sip of her wine habitually, but remained indifferent.

The arrow fell into the crowd, and Wen Lin saw someone fall from a distance.

The rest of the envoys watched the first arrow shoot out, and they also drew their bows to the full string one after another, waiting for an order.

Wen Lin's expression gradually turned cold, and sharp eyes slowly appeared to scan the weapons on the guard's waist.

Quickly analyzing the situation in her mind, if there is no way out, Wen Lin will choose to die together without hesitation, rather than watching the crew members die with cold eyes.

And just when Wen Lin was gradually overwhelmed by anger and rationality, she crashed into blue pupils as deep as the deep sea.

She was calm and calm, and it seemed that nothing could make her lose her mind.

Wen Lin's body trembled, and her whole body was cold. She suddenly thought of the turning point in her life. She looked at the owner of her eyes, her red lips moved, but she didn't make a sound.

Only Vicia knew what she said, and she said, "I beg you,"

There is nothing more fulfilling than the proud head of the prey, but Visia's brows, which were as pale as the moonlight, frowned fiercely.

There was a subtle emotion in my heart, like holding the thorn of a rose, it was sharp and painful, but it was hard to let go.

Putting down the wine glass she had been holding in her hand, Visia stood up while she was breathing. She waved her hand to signal for someone to take down the bow and arrow from the Sistine envoy's hand.

Before they showed their dissatisfaction, Francis, the Minister of State standing behind Vicia, stood up,

"Golan is eager to see the spirit of the Sistine warriors. If the mission of your country can send someone to fight with our warriors and win, the queen will agree to your country's marriage request,"

Getting the Queen of Golan to agree to the marriage is the sole purpose of the mission here.

But ever since they came to the capital of Golan, the queen has always tried to evade in every possible way, neither agreeing nor explicitly rejecting them. They are like a group of pets who can't vent their anger and can only be teased around.

The opportunity Visia let go of now is something they desperately desire and cannot refuse.

But out of caution, Tadein took the lead to ask who the queen was going to let on the stage. He had every reason to suspect that this was another way of making things difficult for the queen.

Almost without any hesitation, and in a seemingly casual tone, Vicia pointed at Wen Lin and said, "Just her,"

"I'm so happy," Tadein was about to jump up happily, but his self-proclaimed good upbringing did not allow him to make such a rude move.

Without any hesitation, he chose the player for Sistine's side, "Livorna Cavaliers,"

In his opinion, even though Wen Lin's skills are a little weird, she must be vulnerable in the face of absolute power.

During this period, Vicia and Wen Lin looked at each other tacitly, and then quickly moved away.

Most of the officials were shocked and sighed after hearing the news.

The Holy See of the Catholic Church is located in the Sistine capital, Madeli, which is a country completely controlled by the Pope.

Officials have no doubt that the marriage was ordered by Pope Canterbury.

Now that the decision of whether to marry is so easily entrusted to Wen Lin of unknown origin, the brows of the officials are deeply frowned.

The prestige of the second knight of the empire has already resounded throughout the Europa continent. Under the premise that the whereabouts of the first knight of the empire have been unknown for many years, the second knight of the empire has already been the number one by default.

Everyone believed that Wen Lin would die under Livorna's spear.

Except Vicia.

She squinted her eyes and turned her gaze to Wen Lin's body. The moonlight outlined the ends of her hair hanging on her waist, making her already black long hair even blacker and brighter.

Weisia moved her fingers, restraining the urge to touch her.

She asked calmly, "Wen Lin, do you have any other requirements before going on stage?"

The eyes met again, and Wen Lin couldn't help but hold her breath. Visia, who looked cold and indifferent, was even more majestic, but under the majesty, Wen Lin actually had a slight illusion of tenderness.

She replied in a daze, "Your Majesty, my knife," her voice was astringent.

Everything seemed to be prepared long ago. As soon as Wen Lin finished speaking, she saw her own knife in the hand of the maid in the corner.

This is the only object that accompanied her here from Huaguo.

A bright long sword about 1.5 meters long, with a straight and long blade, which has the characteristics of both a sword and a long spear.

Wen Lin took it from the hand of the maid and took it out of the sheath. Lingling's cold light suddenly appeared, causing the people around them to take a step back subconsciously.

"What weapon is this?"

"Knife,"

"what is the material?"

"Carbon Steel,"

"what is that?"

Wen Lin looked at the lost and recovered old buddy with great care, but did not answer.

Everyone was puzzled, and they looked curiously at the weapon in Wen Lin's hand that was emitting a strange luster.

It was a style that had never been seen before, but it seemed that the blade was too thin. They thought that it might not even be able to catch a shot taken by Liwo.

It is a pity that such a beautiful handicraft has to usher in a severed ending.

Wen Lin didn't know what was going on in their minds, but if she knew, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Modern carbon steel is uniform in texture, and through heat treatment, its toughness and hardness are unattainable in this era.

But now on the continent of Europa, the most advanced technology can only produce medium-carbon steel, whose toughness and hardness are far from modern steel.

Wen Lin put the knife behind her backhand, and then jumped straight down from the high platform.

Exclaimed again, when everyone thought that Wen Lin killed herself because of fear, they saw silver light flickering in the air a few times.

When she looked closely, Wen Lin had already stood in the center of the arena.

The people who witnessed everything opened their mouths wide and said to themselves, this is also one of the strange skills, right? ? ?

Under the flickering light of the fire, Wen Lin's thin figure looked extraordinarily thin, but her fierce aura was hard to ignore.

The referee announced just now that the second knight of the empire, Livorna, was going to play, and the cheers in the audience stopped abruptly when they saw Wen Lin.

"My God, how could it be her?"

"Even if she wins in the morning, she shouldn't be overpowering herself to fight against the Rivorna Knights."

"What a stupid and arrogant woman, I guess she can't survive three shots,"

The sighing discussions didn't affect Wen Lin at all, and her mind was attracted by Livora who was walking slowly across the way.

"Your Excellency, it's still too late for you to back out now," said the silver armor and spear, and the entire ground seemed to be shaking due to his steps.

The tall and powerful outline slowly became clear under the firelight, his face was firm, and the few wrinkles added a bit of mature charm to him.

He stood three meters away from Wen Lin, and said again, "When I shoot, you will never have another chance,"

Under the muscles knotted like old tree roots, there was an astonishing explosive power hidden. Wen Lin knew in her heart that this was a dangerous opponent with just one glance.

"If you want to fight, you can fight," Wen Lin swung the knife sharply, and the sharpness of the long knife in her hand was fully revealed.

She can't retreat, let alone lose.

For himself, for his subordinates who are in deep trouble, and... Vicia's marriage.