From time to time, they cast their eyes on the central gladiatorial arena, eager to try.

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

And the gate that was finally opened confirmed Wen Lin's guess that the crew on the Liberty were walking out of the dark stone room one after another.

They were ragged and haggard.

Wen Lin's mood moved slightly. She watched the Sistine Mission go up to pick up the bow and arrow and aim at the crew on the gladiatorial arena.

"Look, how helpless those despicable and filthy pirates living in the gutter are at this time,"

"Wait until they get a taste of what real despair is,"

The mission was complacent, and they were discussing with great interest how to play with the pirates below.

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

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

Vicia sat in front, indifferent to the unilateral abuse that was about to be staged. Kill, when the Sistine envoys were about to shoot their first arrows, Wen Lin hurried to Visia's side.

"Your Majesty, you promised me this afternoon,"

Vicia looked back casually, her indifference was different from her in the afternoon, "Yes, Your Excellency, I promised you, as long as they survive,"

"Vishia," Wen Lin growled, her anger not being concealed by the deliberately low volume.

At the same time, the attendants who were originally relaxed immediately surrounded them. They held the matching knives and looked at Wen Lin vigilantly.

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

She suppressed her anger and turned to walk behind Sistine Ambassador Tadein, her back straight.

A bewitching statement, "Your Excellency Tadine, I heard that your country's army is very brave, and I believe you are too. In the center of the field are just a group of useless people with missing arms, broken legs, and blindness. Victory, without grace,"

Turning around impatiently, after seeing the person coming, Tadine's expression became even more ugly.

He is a person who is afraid of death, bullying disabled opponents, and gaining a lot of fame, this is what he has always done.

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

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

Wen Lin smiled and stepped back half a step, showing a friendly rebuttal, "But Your Excellency, the style you show makes me believe that you are a real warrior, and a real warrior disdains to bully the weak,"

Tadine's face softened a little, he snorted in agreement, and then said in an irreproachable tone, "Yes, but true warriors never abuse mercy against justice,"

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

Tadine suddenly pulled the bow to full string and fired.

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

Vicia's eyes darkened, she habitually took a sip of wine, still indifferent.

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

The remaining envoys watched the first arrow shoot out, and they all pulled their bows and arrows to full strings, waiting for an order.

Wen Lin's expression gradually cooled down, and her sharp eyes slowly swept over the weapon on the guard's waist.

She quickly analyzed the situation in her mind. If she was desperate, Wen Lin would choose to die without any hesitation, rather than watching the crew die coldly.

But just when Wen Lin was gradually defeated by anger, she crashed into the blue eyes as deep as the deep sea.

She was calm, as if nothing could make her lose her mind.

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

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

There is nothing more fulfilling than the proud head bowed down by the prey, but Vicia's moonlight brows furrowed fiercely.

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

Putting down the wine glass that she had been holding in her hand, Vicia had stood up while breathing tossed and turned, and she waved her hand to let someone take down the bow and arrow in the hands of the Sistine envoy.

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

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

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

But since they came to the capital of Golan, the queen has always shied away, neither agreeing nor explicitly rejecting them. They are like a group of pets who cannot vent their anger and can only be teased around.

The chance that Visiah can let go now is something they desperately want and cannot refuse.

But out of prudence, Tadein was the first to ask who the Queen was going to let on the court. He had every reason to suspect that this was another way of making things difficult for the Queen.

With almost no hesitation and a seemingly very casual tone, Vicia pointed at Wen Lin and said, "Just her,"

"Happy," Tadine almost jumped for joy, but his self-proclaimed upbringing wouldn't allow him to be so rude.

Without any hesitation, he chose the candidate for the Sistine side, "Livorn takes the knight,"

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 when they heard the news.

The Holy See is located in Madeli, the capital of the Sistine, a country completely under the control of the Pope.