They were scattered in semi-circles and quickly gathered towards Wen Lin's location.

Want to catch turtles in the urn?

Wen Lin raised her eyebrows in disdain. She turned her back to Taimu River. Under the stunned gaze, she stretched out her arms and fell back gently with the help of the dizzy drink.

Dong~ The water on the river surface is surging, and the people on the shore have long disappeared.

Retinue Knights: ? ? ? Is she crazy or are we blind

Chapter 24

Ampton Palace, also known as the Summer Palace, was the place where the royal family used to escape the summer heat.

Twenty-two years ago, Queen Bonnie was imprisoned for treason, and the castle began to fall into disrepair.

After two years of confinement, Queen Bonnie was formally sentenced to beheaded when Vicia was five years old.

Since then, in this gradually deserted castle, Vicia spent fifteen long years in captivity.

The River Thame meanders by, surrounded by lush meadows, and further afield is a dense thicket of tall trees.

Vicia stood by the river, staring at this rough behemoth in the distance, calm and cold.

The Royal Hunting Park is not far away, where members of the royal family and nobles can play and entertain at any time.

Half a month later, the royal court will arrange for the Sistine embassy to go hunting in the Royal Hunting Garden, and only then will the castle be renovated.

This is the first time in the five years since her enthronement, Visiah has returned here.

Looking at Vicia, who had been silent for a long time, Francis on the side reminded aloud,

"Your Majesty, after the night comes a dawn full of hope, but those who sink into the night have no chance to see the dawn,"

Vicia raised her chin to face the sun, her eyes were a little stinging, and no one noticed the fragility that flashed across her calm face.

"Francis, I'm always reminding myself that a sharp blade hangs above my neck,"

The calm and determined tone made people unable to hear a trace of fear.

Francis remembered in a trance that she was a frightened and cowardly girl when she was taken out of here.

Francis smiled, and after a while he returned to his dignified expression,

"The news from the Holy See came from Madely. The Pope of Canterbury is going to send three cardinals to use the flood in the southern Golan and the death of Livorna to initiate a Holy See trial against you,"

The papal trial is a powerful weapon for the catholic church to attack all monarchs who do not obey the papal order.

In the records of the past two hundred years, the result of the Holy See's trial was either the monarch being expelled from the throne and sent to the guillotine, or the monarch bowing his head, humbly going to the Holy See to ask for forgiveness, and offering innumerable gold for redemption treasure.

"Francis, you already knew this day would come. They have endured for five years. The three cardinals are more cautious than my father,"

The playful smile was reflected in the deep blue pupils. Vicia's tone was very flat. She slowly walked a few steps to the river bank, and then asked about the deployment of the east coast.

"Can the navy reconvened with 300,000 Golan gold coins be able to withstand the common attack of the Sistine and Fasai? Even if it is only half a month,"

The Golan navy is weak and lacks naval combat experience. Even if it is replaced with a more elite weapon, it is difficult to predict its performance in the battle.

Francis shook his head sadly, "I'm afraid they can't even resist half of the pirates."

"Pirates," Vicia's icy eyes waved silently for a few moments, and after pondering for a moment, she suddenly said,

"The battle game between the Royal Knights and the Paladins will be changed to the Strait of Dover just two months later, and Wen Lin will be the commander of the Royal Knights,"

A battle of this scale is almost the same as a real battle. The soldiers of both sides come on the field and use real guns and swords to slash and chop. Death often happens in battles, and the losing side will become the victor’s prisoner of war. Money to redeem yourself*2.

More important than winning or losing is the symbolic meaning of victory.

The royal court needs a strong army, and the knights who fanatically worship power are the best candidates for the army to recruit.

However, the knights are obviously more willing to join the Holy Knights of the Holy See than the Royal Knights who have been defeated many times.

"You're taking a risk, Your Majesty, she's not to be trusted," Francis shook his signature beard in disapproval.

In Francis' view, Wen Lin's origin is unknown, she acts frivolously and boldly, and lacks the sincerity of allegiance to the royal family.

Vicia was thoughtful, raised her eyes and revealed a smile,

"Francis, let me remind you that the huge wealth that relieves our urgent needs is provided by your distrustful Lord Wen Lin,"

"She robbed that," Francis retorted with wide-eyed eyes.

"But she robbed the Holy See's tribute ship, the enemy of the enemy is the ally,"

Francis was speechless, suffocating in his chest. He had no ill will towards Wen Lin, but his cautious habit forced him to think more.

Just as she was about to continue to say something far-fetched to persuade Vicia, the sound of rushing water came from the river.

It's Wen Lin.

Both Vicia and Francis were very surprised.

The surrounding guards raised their spears and flintlock guns, and quickly surrounded them as if they were facing a big enemy.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, why are you here?"

The deep pupil was a little gloomy, and the river wind turned the cold and dangerous emotion in Vichy's eyes, and quickly disappeared.

Standing motionless on the spot, water dripping down her body constantly, Wen Lin remained silent.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a while, Francis' face was sinking like water, what he just said was the secret that would cause turmoil, if Wen Lin was in ambush early in the morning to eavesdrop...

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, she lacks discipline and restraint, she must go to Attari and stay for a while,"

Holding the long knife in her hand tightly, Wen Lin was like a statue made of stone, unmoved.

Eyes darkened, Vicia raised her hand and dialed it twice in the air, signaling the guards to disperse.