Queen and Her Duke

On the fifth day, Vicia received a reply from Sistine.

The tone of the letter was extremely arrogant, not only asking Vicia to recognize the Catholic Church as the only state religion in the Golan, but also asking her to cede half of the Golan's land.

Obviously there was no room for negotiation, all the ministers cursed, but Weisia was surprisingly calm.

She read the reply several times and confirmed that there was no information about Wen Lin's life experience, and the Holy Court did not know about it for the time being.

That night, Vicia took out the ball and letter left by Father Carson, and she opened the letter.

As expected, the letter clearly stated the use and function of the ball, using the Chinese language and many unfamiliar words.

Weisia struggled to piece together the meaning of the entire letter until her eyes settled on the words "Resisting Danger".

Immediately Visia took the ball and the letter and hurried to the White Tower.

The room where Wen Lin was held was on the top floor of the White Tower. According to Invicya's order, although the decoration was simple, it was cleaned very clean and tidy.

Wen Lin was sitting on the wooden platform with her back facing the door. When she heard the sound of the lock being unlocked, she turned around and looked directly at Visia.

All kinds of hidden feelings flow quietly and delicately when the eyes meet.

There seemed to be a warm fire beating in Wen Lin's eyes. Weisia felt her throat was thirsty, so she took the lead to look away, and threw the ball and the letter on the floor, pretending to be alienated.

Her gaze stayed on Visia for a short while, but Wen Lin didn't care. She picked up the letter and opened it. After reading it carefully, her eyes suddenly darkened.

After a long time, Wen Lin chuckled with unknown meaning, "Is Your Majesty going to drive me away or kill me?"

Frowning, Wen Lin turned against the light, Visia couldn't see the expression on her face, her pale fingers clasped the railing behind her tightly, "You leave Golan tonight, I won't kill you."

Wen Lin was silent for a while, she observed Visia's expression, and could clearly see any subtle changes on her face.

"Your Majesty, what if I don't leave? Are you going to tell me that everything before is a ridiculous plot to fool me?" asked coldly with sarcasm.

As if even her breathing was stagnant, Weisia's hands behind her back were slowly clenched, and then slowly loosened. The unspeakable astringency was like vines twisting into limbs and bones, and sharp thorns piercing into the fine flesh. gnawing.

The sarcasm in Wen Lin's eyes was engraved into Visia's bones like a blunt knife, and her breathing suddenly became a little short, but then restrained in an instant.

She was just calm, forcing herself to suppress calmly, and refused to reveal a trace of embarrassment and uneasiness in front of Wen Lin.

With such a calm attitude, he approached Wen Lin mercilessly, then nodded slightly, "Yes, Your Excellency, everything is just a means to use you."

There was a moment of trance on the face, and after a while, Wen Lin's expression became a little loose.

She stood up, approached and stared carefully at Visia's face.

However, in just a few days, Visia seemed to have lost weight, her eyes were black and black, and the lines between her brows seemed to have deepened.

Her heart tightened slowly, and she was caught off guard, Wen Lin pulled Visia and tightly wrapped her in her arms.

The accumulated anger dissipated in an instant when it touched the struggle in Visia's eyes, and she let out a long sigh against her ear, "Your Majesty, your lies are extremely clumsy."

On the day she was imprisoned in the White Tower, Wen Lin quickly calmed down.

All the various reform measures in the royal city were not approved by Visia first, and even the refutation in the parliament was discussed by the two of them the day before.

Wen Lin admitted that on rare occasions, she would go too far, but those insignificant details could never really shake the relationship between her and Vicia.

Not to mention using this ridiculous argument from the beginning to the end, Wen Lin never even thought about it.

Everything that happened that day was too sudden, without warning, and when the reform was in full swing, he was imprisoned.

How will it end in all aspects after that?This is definitely not Vicia's style of acting.

Wen Lin thought of the irrationality, and began to think about everything that happened recently.

It wasn't until today that Wen Lin dared to be sure when she heard that Vicia wanted her to leave Golan.

She had Visia's earlobe in her mouth, and bit it hard, as if pouring out Visia's dissatisfaction with her deceit, and also seemed to be venting some unexplainable emotions.

"Your Majesty, my background has been exposed? Are the nobles forcing you, or the Holy Court forcing you?"

However, just a few words made Vicia's mind flustered. She has been thinking about Golan's situation and Wen Lin's situation for the past few days.

Vicia didn't even have time to think about what kind of situation she would be in if she was defeated.

When the storm came, she could only see Golan in her eyes, except for Wen Lin, she violated her principles and will.

But her lover had already guessed everything.

Emotions fluctuated one after another, and now it was a little uncontrollable. Visia stiffened her body and remained motionless. She could feel the hot and fierce eyes of the person in front of her without restraint.

Resisting the trembling of her heart, her soft lips brushed Wen Lin's forehead, forcing back the light moistness at the end of her eyes, Visia pressed against Wen Lin's shoulder, and firmly pushed her away.

"Your Excellency, you have never been willing to listen to me, but this time, don't be stubborn."

After being punctured, Visia couldn't hide the haggardness on her face anymore, she tried her best to maintain a cold expression, and said again, "It's Sistine and Fasser, with three times the difference in strength, you will fight tonight Walk."

Visia has always been fighting like a fighter, she will never sit still and succumb to fate.

But this is a war with three times the difference in military strength. The invincible fleet formed by Sistine and Fasser is approaching the coast of the Golan. Vicia doesn't know if she will be able to live to witness the victory of the Golan.

Wen Lin has done enough for her and Golan, let God satisfy her little selfishness.

Regardless of the outcome of this war, Vicia hopes that Wen Lin can live.

Visia's attitude has never been firmer than before, revealing a certainty that cannot be changed.

Wen Lin closed her eyes, her clear thoughts were at a loss and chaotic, rushing towards her like a tide.

The more determined Visia was, the more serious the situation became for Wen Lin.

Compared with the seriousness of the situation, Wen Lin cared more about Vicia's decision to let her leave Golan.

After all, the monarch of Golan gave birth to selfishness for love, but in such a crisis-ridden emergency situation.

Some kind of complicated emotions filled Wen Lin's chest. She felt sad at the same time as she was happy.

Wen Lin looked up at Visia, and approached her step by step again, "Your Majesty, my long knife moves forward at any time for your will."

The tone was very soft, and under Weisia's gaze, Wen Lin bent one knee and held her hand.

An instant kiss, falling on the back of the hand.

At this moment, she unreservedly showed her loyalty to the Queen with the attitude of a knight.

Neither war nor even death could hold her back.

The chaotic light and shadow danced in the corners of Visia's eyes, and she finally smiled, but the ensuing deeper worries came like a surging tide.

The love between them has finally grown into a tall and stable dam, which cannot be shaken even by the storm of life and death.

Undoubtedly, Wen Lin also refused to back down.

The thoughts in Vicia's mind have changed several times, and Wen Lin's determination shocked her, but her intention will not change.

Squatting down halfway, Visia and Wen Lin looked at each other, she put her fingers into Wen Lin's long hair, wrapped a few strands around her fingertips,

"Your Excellency, then let us meet either in heaven or on the battlefield of victory."【1】

"My lord, please."

Wen Lin leaned in and kissed Visia's forehead. She didn't see the reluctance and forbearance in Visia's eyes. Even the smile at this moment seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

Wen Lin, who couldn't wait to ask about the situation on the front line, obviously didn't notice Visia's abnormality.

They concealed themselves from the secret passage of the castle and came to the small study in the council hall.

Vicia took out the letter and all the information about the front line.

Wen Lin's attention was instantly attracted by the letter, and she suddenly talked about the confessions of the assassins in the Fontanes slum, the dozens of confessions that deliberately sowed the relationship between the two.

Along with that, Wen Lin will explain to Visia all the information she found in the Fontanes slum.

Apparently the same person killed Father Carson and delivered the letter to Vicia. He was familiar with the secrets of 20 years ago and had colluded with Sistine.

But the hateful and helpless thing is that they can't find out the person in the dark now.

What is more important is the pre-emptive arrangement. Since they know the movements of Sistine and Fasser first, they have a certain degree of dominance.

Battles where less wins more have happened in ancient and modern times. Wen Lin frowned and looked at the miniature version of the map in the study, and was silent for a long time.

Golan's current defense of concentrating its troops on Glasgow is very safe, but it is difficult to win in the case of a disparity in troops.

Sistine's most powerful fleet is the Armada. They come across the sea, and the main battlefield must be at sea or on the coast.

If they are allowed to land successfully, the situation will become even more uncontrollable.

Wen Lin slid her finger towards the Gule Dark Gorge, and said, "Your Majesty, I will lead the king's cavalry here to intercept Sistine's fleet. Before it approaches the coast of the Golan, we can set up six more ambushes from here." .”

Wen Lin was also familiar with the waters near the Golan. She marked the locations suitable for setting up an ambush one by one, and carefully explained to Wen Lin the appropriate tactics for each location.

Listening quietly to Wen Lin's words, Visia suddenly asked, "Your Excellency will lead the fleet to ambush?"

On the current European road, the war is still dominated by rigid and gentlemanly linear tactics.

Even in naval battles, they are still accustomed to the gorgeous horizontal line-up gun duel like a knight duel.

They will use chains to connect the hulls together, which greatly reduces the flexibility and mobility of the fleet. Of course, Wen Lin, who is well versed in the art of war, will not follow their tactics.

Almost without any hesitation, Wen Lin nodded naturally, "Your Majesty, only if I go can I guarantee everything will be safe."

After finishing speaking, Wen Lin suddenly realized the obvious worry in Visia's words. She gently clasped Visia's hand in a relieved tone,

"Your Majesty, I will try my best to ensure my safety, and the victory must belong to you."

Her confident tone was like the day of judgment, she said, "Your Majesty, God will stand behind you today."

That familiar palm radiated hot body temperature, Visia felt the rough touch on her wrist, sighed inaudibly, and promised to call the generals into the palace to discuss again tonight.

No one saw it, and the determination that spread quietly and deeply in Visia's pupils.

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The author has something to say:

Ahhhh, there will be [-], but it will be later, don’t wait, I guess I will go there at some time in the morning, and I will watch it when I get up tomorrow. Now I have to go to barbecue first, and then I will write the second update.

The emotions have not been in place these days, compare with Calvin!