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They all retain the innocence of a girl.
Bessie was more lively, Namar more cautious.
Seeing Bessie's trembling attitude, Wen Lin showed a look of tears and laughter on her face, "My dear Bessie and Namaner, the ingredients this time are all handled by you, and I only provide a portion of the sauce. , and let the kitchen prepare another one, you must try this delicious food,"
The two looked at each other, surprised and a little scared at the same time, they said shyly, "Miss Wen Lin, you shouldn't bother about us,"
Shrugging helplessly, Wen Lin said as she pulled out dry wood and smothered it, "You don't have to be so restrained. As you know, I'm just a lowly pirate. We should be friends, right?"
These words made Bessie and Namar froze in place, and they subconsciously shook their heads.
"No, Miss Wen Lin, you are a pirate now, but in the near future, who knows what your status will be? Just like Earl Humphs, who was born in the impoverished West Shield District, but ranks among the cabinet ministers. ,"
The bonfire was completely extinguished, and the oncoming river wind was chilling.
Wen Lin tightened her cloak and took the initiative to walk to Bessie and Namare's side with a lively tone, "But at least I'm not right now, so those boring and old-fashioned etiquette can be omitted for unnecessary occasions, two beautiful ladies. , I look forward to being friends with you,"
This is a shocking remark, and it was not until Wen Lin walked away that Bessie and Namaner recovered from their shock and hurriedly chased after them.
"Miss Wen Lin, are you really a strange person?"
"Then are you afraid of my strangeness?"
"Of course not afraid,"
Bessie's face was a little red, and her tone was a little hesitant. She looked at Wen Lin's gentle profile, and found that she was extraordinarily charming, even more charming than the noble ladies of the capital.
Although Namanel didn't say anything, a grateful light flashed in his eyes.
Taking the reactions of the two calmly into her eyes, Wen Lin hooked her fingers under the cloak in a good mood.
In any country on the European continent, very few nobles and nobles would care about the lives or feelings of slaves and servants, let alone become friends.
Strict hierarchies limit people to rules and regulations, and countless people at the bottom have their backs hunched over from birth to death.
For the current situation, as long as Wen Lin showed a little kindness and concern at the right time, gained their favor, and then took people for her own use, it was not a difficult task.
To them, Wen Lin thought that although she was fake, she couldn't hide her sincerity, it was just the situation.
It is also thought-provoking that Visia arranges two people without a city to serve her.
Is it to let your guard down? Or is it because you are sure you have control over yourself?
When it was time to take a bath, Wen Lin still didn't understand this question. Vicia's words tonight made Wen Lin soberly realize that Queen Golan knew far more than she thought.
Submerging her head into the water, Wen Lin forced herself to calm down in the heat, and then straightened out the layers of logic as if she were pulling a thread.
The moon hangs high on the top of the emerald canopy, and the branches and leaves blown by the wind can't stop shaking. In a trance, Wen Lin seems to hear the sound of the surging waves.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
Port Royal Harbor.
A large sailboat with luxurious but majestic appearance is moored on the shore.
The guards on the deck who were in full force were armed with guns and fire spears, and their sharp eyes warned of the approach of unscrupulous people.
The turbulent waves rolled out foam and hit the hull with the fierce sea breeze.
Intermittent coughing continued from the boat, Tilia clutched the quilt tightly, and the uncontrollable suffocation made her lily face appear distorted and fragile.
After suffering a round of pain, Tilia's sweat-soaked face was buried deep in the side of Vormeen's neck.
She said weakly in a hoarse voice, "Ma'am, I'm so uncomfortable, am I going to see God soon?"
"You'll be fine," Duchess Warmin hugged Tilia's shoulders, and she wiped away the cold sweat from Tilia's face with the hot towel she had prepared.
The movements are gentle and skilled, and it seems that they have been done countless times, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that Mrs. Warmin's hands are shaking rapidly with a small amplitude.
This time, Tilia's condition is more severe than any previous time, if there is no timely and effective treatment...
Thinking of this, Wormien felt a chill in his heart.
They had to take the opportunity of the envoy to come to Wen Lin. The pills that Wen Lin had prepared before had suppressed the cough with the naked eye, but Tilia's cough seemed to be more severe than before taking the medicine.
She pulled out the soft pillow behind Tilia's waist, then got up to bring a glass of warm water, and took out a delicate glass bottle from the hidden camera obscura embedded in the bed.
There were also a few dark pills in the bottle, wrapped in a transparent film.
Tilia's eyes always followed Mrs. Warmin closely, but she didn't dare to let her realize that there was already surging love under the calm and restrained eyes.
She carefully took the pill from Mrs. Warmin's hand and swallowed it with warm water.
"Ma'am, I heard that Golan's roses are the most delicate and beautiful on the Europa continent. I want to fold a rose and give it to you."
Touching Tilia's moist back neck, Wormien saw that she was no longer coughing, so he let out a sigh of relief and explained gently,
"Your Majesty, roses are used to express love, you can't give them to me,"
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Chapter Thirteen
The clear alabaster lines extend to the distance along the smooth slate at the foot, and the patterns carved on it are scattered in a colorful light and shadow in the sunlight.
This is the Royal Court Square in front of the Golan Royal Court, looking up into the distance, it is integrated with the magnificent and solemn Wehermint Royal Court.
Tilia tilted her head in the direction of Vormeen and said with a low smile, "Ma'am, it's more magnificent than I imagined,"