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It was as if they had returned to the scene on the arena that shocked everyone. The guards did not dare to relax any longer. They drew their swords and stabbed Wen Lin with the most solemn gesture.

This is a battle about dignity without the slightest killing intent, and Francis appeared in the distance at some point.

He watched Wen Lin jump up with a weird posture, followed by using her elbows and knees, dexterously shuttled between the besieging guards.

This scene, Francis seems familiar.

The dull sound of the flesh and the clanging of the weapons were especially clear in the silent night, and occasionally the crunch of the bones could be heard.

Fast, fierce...

The swords in the guards' hands were very fast, but Wen Lin's movements were even faster. Her fists hit the hard armor, and as if there was no pain, she quickly hooked the neck of the person behind her with her knees, forcing him to kneel and then turned around to hold the sword. Welcome a few sword glows.

The guards onlookers turned from horror to deep respect. Their blood seemed to be ignited by this hearty battle, and the blood of the whole body rushed to the brain. It is difficult to describe the extreme excitement and excitement.

They watched every move of Wen Lin with both strength and skill, and they were deeply impressed. This was purely due to the worship of force.

This is also the default rule among the guards. In a battle that has nothing to do with other people, it is never considered a shame to bow to the strong.

And gender, right now, doesn't matter.

Supporting the ground with a sword, one of the guards was thrown high by Wen Lin with skill and smashed at the remaining few.

Retracting the sword gracefully, Wen Lin looked at them and said coldly, "However, it is not surprising that His Majesty Vicia will be injured under your protection,"

The air suddenly quieted down. If it was said from other people's mouths, it would undoubtedly be a foolish provocation, but from Wen Lin's mouth, it left them speechless and gave birth to the slightest shame.

clap clap ~

The crisp applause broke the rigid atmosphere, Wen Lin turned around and looked, Francis was walking slowly.

"Your Excellency, now I no longer doubt Your Majesty's choice. Your presence is an honor for Golan,"

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Xiao Wen: That's right, I'm just being careful, I'm just getting angry!

Chapter 39

Francis came out from behind the bushes, the firelight shadowed under the corner of his eyes through the branches and leaves of the comb, which properly covered the sharpness of the cold light before it came out.

He stood in front of Wen Lin and lowered his voice,

"Your Excellency, there are two days left until the deadline you gave, can I see the sober queen in two days?"

"The Holy See or the old nobles?" Wen Lin asked back.

Wen Lin asked very straightforwardly, which force was responsible for the assassination.

The atmosphere became subtle all of a sudden, Francis avoided Wen Lin's gaze, and laughed twice, "I thought you would know, it's the Sax family,"

Francis personally took Vicia from the Forbidden Palace back then and assisted her to grow into a qualified monarch step by step. Of course, Francis could perceive her special attitude towards Wen Lin.

In addition, his gaze towards Wen Lin was a little more profound and probing.

After a pause, Francis continued,

"I have received accurate information. In two days, Grandal, the guard of the royal capital, will send troops to the royal court. If His Majesty doesn't wake up, no one will be able to turn the tide of the collapse of the king's power."

"You, me, and the old people in the Privy Council will all be imprisoned and even beheaded,"

Although it was an urgent matter, Francis's attitude was calm, without any urgent panic.

Wen Lin lowered her eyes, something was rolling at the bottom of her eyes, and then quickly returned to calm.

Vicia's style of behavior on the rule of Z is cautious and suspicious, and she will not let herself fall into such a passive situation.

Combined with Francis' attitude, Wen Lin frowned, without hesitation, she asked bluntly,

"Your Excellency Francis, your attitude doesn't look like a disaster is imminent. Is this a gamble set up by Your Majesty using himself as a bait?"

"Your Excellency, your calm attitude also tells me that I don't need to worry about the life of His Majesty Vicia,"

Francis tilted his head to glance at Wen Lin and spoke meaningfully.

Another way of acknowledging.

Wen Lin only felt chills all over her body, and her temples jumped a few times. She was shocked by Vichy's death-defying actions, and she was also chilled by the truth that she was being used as a chess piece.

That day, Mrs. Yaz's anxious words still echoed in her ears, "Your Majesty Wen Lin, His Majesty said that she only believes in you, and her life is all on you."

She stabilized and was about to let out an angry breath, Wen Lin clenched her palm tightly, her powerful nails pierced the skin of her palm, she continued to ask,

"why?"

In the end, what kind of critical situation is worth betting on Vicia's life. Only after the knife was dropped did Wen Lin know that the arrow was only a minute away from the aorta, and she would really not wake up if she was not careful.

Hearing this, Francis suddenly felt a little sad, and his face was a little dignified, "The Holy See trial, we must regain the military power that fell into the hands of the alienated Sax family before the Holy See trial,"

No ruler wants to put himself at risk unless forced to.

Long after Francis left, Wen Lin was still standing there.

She stared at the floor under her feet, not knowing what she was thinking, and the guards of the royal court not far away would glance in the direction of Wen Lin from time to time.

After a long time, Wen Lin reversed her steps and walked towards Junpton Palace.

With Francis' acquiescence, the guards were no longer obstructive.

Perhaps the guards were all transferred to the White House, and there were only one or two teams of guards patrolling outside the Palace.

Like last time, Wen Lin climbed up the wall with ease, and turned into Tilia's room through the window.