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"Forgive me to say one more thing, the Catholics in the country are eyeing them, and we are powerless to fight against either of Fasai and the Sistine."
"..."
Wen Lin listened intently and quickly sorted out what the ministers were arguing about.
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The Golan is an island country located in the northwest of the Europa continent, facing the Sistine and France across the Strait of Dover.
The Golan has always been at odds with these two countries.
In particular, the relationship between Golan and Fasai can be called a feud.
Now that the Golan is weak, Fase is stationed on the border of the Golan, eager to take over the territory of the Golan. As a last resort, the Golan can only seek help from other countries.
The Sistine's condition for helping the Golan was that Vicia would marry Prince Philip, the Queen's cousin, and promise to rule the Golan with him.
Everyone knows this is a red. bare. A naked conspiracy to force Vicia to submit.
Wen Lin couldn't help but wonder how Vicia, who had always been strong in front of her, would deal with this matter.
The ministers were still discussing heatedly, but the solution of the matter seemed to point to a way of marriage.
With her fingers on her cheeks, Vicia always had a calm smile. Occasionally she would show a thoughtful look, but she never showed a trace of daze and anxiety.
It seemed that he had already made up his mind on this matter.
More and more ministers began to watch Vicia, waiting for her to give a clear answer.
The Queen, who had been silent, made them very uneasy, and they were afraid and anticipating what shocking ideas Vicia, known for her decisiveness in politics, would come up with.
But obviously, Vicia disappointed them this time.
"I have my own decision," Vicia's robe was blown by the wind, and she stood up, smiling indifferently, as if she didn't care about her own marriage.
Her gaze passed through the glass and landed on the overlapping rough stone walls outside, and she did not take it back until the courtiers were gone.
And every minister who passed by Wen Lin looked at her again and again with strange expressions.
Wen Lin's expression remained calm, she folded the dinner plate on the table and pushed it aside without changing her expression.
"Do you usually eat so much?" Vicia asked suddenly.
"Ah," Wen Lin was at a loss for words, she thought, if you hadn't been hungry for so long, she wouldn't have eaten so much.
"No, it won't,"
"Hahahaha," Vicia changed her dullness and laughed lightly. She walked down the steps, walked slowly to Wen Lin's desk, and then asked,
"Your Excellency, although this is very presumptuous, I still have to ask, are you full?"
"Have you eaten enough, Your Majesty, are you usually this boring?" Wen Lin rolled her eyes silently in her heart and counterattacked unceremoniously.
It was a rude attitude that was completely different from hers, but there was no anger on Vicia's face.
Unexplainable eyes framed Wen Lin's face, Vicia said softly, "If you can continue to win tonight, I promise to acquit your subordinates,"
"I believe that His Majesty can do what he says," Wen Lin smiled, her hands slowly closing, and she responded quickly.
However, a trace of malice swept across the corner of Vicia's lips, and she continued,
"But there is an additional small condition, Your Excellency, I need you to help me kill someone, Livorna, the second knight of the Holy Empire."
"Tonight, you'll see him on the court,"
"Don't reject me,"
Vicia suddenly leaned over, put her index finger on Wen Lin's lips, and her gentle voice seemed like a lover's whisper in a trance.
The Grand Catholic Church is the Holy Empire. They have countless loyal followers on the Europa continent. In addition, they also have powerful knights in various countries.
In the eyes of the people, it is the embodiment of light and glory, judging all the sins of the world.
But for the Protestant Golan, it was a source of turmoil and threat.
All efforts must be made to remove it as soon as possible.
Wen Lin lowered her eyes slowly, covering the waves in her eyes in time, and she moved back a distance.
But the heat on his lips did not subside, but became more scorching.
Wanting to cover it up, she picked up the wine glass and sipped it on her lips. Wen Lin was silent for a long time. She looked up at Vicia and said, "What if I can't defeat him?"
"Either he dies, or you die, there is no third option."
Vicia frowned slightly, she straightened up, and resumed her aloof posture, her blue eyes emitting a faint cold light.
As if the ambiguity just now never existed.
Laughing out of nowhere, Wen Lin began to bargain for granted, "Your Majesty, if I win, I demand that in addition to the release of my subordinates, we will also be granted the status of legal Golan freemen,"
"I accept your request," Vicia smiled and looked at Wen Lin expectantly.
If she can achieve her own goals, she is never stingy and shows the generosity and kindness of the monarch.
"You are indeed as rumored, ruthless and cruel, unscrupulous," Wen Lin licked the wine from the corner of her mouth, and the darkness filled her pupils.
"Your Excellency, I never deny them," Vicia looked startled, but quickly returned to normal.
She lifted her skirt gracefully without any chaotic steps, and Shi Shiran disappeared from Wen Lin's field of vision.
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Vicia: If you eat so much every day, I might not be able to support you
Chapter VII
The night came on schedule.
The night wind swept across the beating flames, causing a crisp crackling sound.
At the bottom of the auditorium, a half-person-high brazier was embedded every two meters. The warm yellow fire and the golden wall decorations complemented each other. The lights and shadows illuminated the arena like day.
This time Wen Lin entered the arena with Vicia, she stood expressionlessly in the corner of the central high platform.
The Sistine Mission was talking to Vicia, looking extremely excited.