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Chapter 27
The majestic white wall dormant in the twilight blurs the rough outline, and the evening breeze slips silently into the council chamber along the swaying firelight.
Quiet and cold, Hanvers stood at the foot of the steps, strictly abiding by etiquette and meticulous, even every strand of hair docilely stayed where it should be.
The queen has been silent for a long time, after she informed her of Xumu's discovery.
Humphreys went through the trade files of all the ships of Brenz as quickly as possible, and happened to find the records that someone bought two ships from the Berber principality a few months ago.
In the torment of harsh punishment and the temptation to forgive, the merchant who used to blur his vision soon confessed.
The ship was bought by the steward at Earl Russell's mansion.
The truth behind it is just one step away from surfacing.
The slender fingers holding the quill remained motionless, Vicia's beautiful face lines were half hidden in the dimness, her eyes were drooping, and her sparse and indifferent aura was elusive.
"Go and check with Grandall, the Imperial Guard Officer, to see if he has anything to do with the assassination."
Grandal is the youngest son of the Duke of Sachs. He was sent to the capital for training since he was a child. Half a year after Visia ascended the throne, he was appointed as the guard of the capital, responsible for guarding the security of the entire capital.
This is the Queen's sincerity in expressing her trust like the Sax family.
Vicia's voice was repressed and dry, and Humphreys smartly noticed the sadness and anger of being betrayed hidden in the dark eyes of the Queen.
Thinking of the relationship between Vicia and the Sax family and Vicia, Humphreys had a clear understanding in his heart.
In the most dangerous moment of competition before taking the throne, it was the Sax family who provided the most help.
But obviously, what they support is not His Majesty Vicia, but their own interests.
Anger, like a flood of inundation, is wrapped in the power of destroying the dead, and urgently needs an outlet to vent.
After a long while, Vicia slowly leaned back on the back of the chair, her reason was pulling in her mind, something gradually disappeared in her heart, and all her emotions disappeared in an instant, leaving only a cold and determined quiet profile.
"Recall Earl Eggers to the capital, ready to take the place of Glendal,"
"Remember not to let anyone notice,"
Earl Eggers, a fanatical Protestant, a lunatic who dared to urinate and dung outside St. Margaret's Church, was an out-and-out militant.
"Yes," Hanvers lowered his eyes, covered the flash of surprise in his eyes, bowed and saluted, ready to leave.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Mrs. Yaz walked in, her eyes swept over Humphus,
"Your Majesty, Your Excellency Wen Lin has gone to Yinhe Village,"
In an instant, the air seemed to freeze, Vicia dropped the quill in her hand,
"Humphs, are you the one who condoned her being so daring?"
The biting chill oozes out from Vicia's calm and unwavering tone, and the invisible pressure instantly makes Hanvers tense up, he bows his head,
"Your Majesty, it was my negligence."
A faint cold light swept across the night cut off by the stone wall, Vicia stood up with the cold table top, and gave a strong command,
"Mrs. Yaz, go get the car ready, the sooner the better,"
"Your Majesty," Humphreys raised his head in astonishment after realizing Vicia's intention, "You shouldn't set foot in such a dangerous place. Have you forgotten the epidemic ten years ago?"
Ten years ago, an unknown disease swept through Brenzi, and in just one month, rotting corpses could be seen everywhere on the streets and on the side of the country roads.
Even Ampton Palace, which was semi-isolated from the outside world, did not escape, and almost all the maids in the castle died.
Vicia clearly remembered that she almost lost all contact with her mother during the epidemic, and the old things left behind by the maid who served her mother were either dead or burned.
The fear and loneliness of facing death alone made her unable to sleep with nightmares every night.
Finally, Bishop Lumi, the former cardinal archbishop, proposed a method to control the epidemic.
Collect all the sick people for diagnosis and treatment, do not allow entry and exit, and burn the corpse and the objects used by the corpse in time...
The powerlessness of being strangled by death all the time deeply shocked the surviving people.
After that, as long as there is a large-scale illness, the royal family and the church will implement closed isolation measures as soon as possible.
This effectively curbed the spread of the disease, but often at the cost of few people remaining in the epidemic area.
Even the family members and servants of the patients who were very healthy at first, this is the price that has to be paid.
Thinking of Wen Lin, Vicia's throat tightened, and reason told her that she should not go, but the hasty and chaotic emotions in her body seemed to neigh sharply beside her ears.
Her eyes were heavy, and she didn't hesitate any more. Vicia quickly threw up her robes, looked at Yazi who was motionless, and said coldly,
"Mrs Yaz, I don't want to say the same thing a second time,"
Like a swift wind, shrouded in a wide cloak, the horses hooves rush towards the Yinhe Village in the dark night.
The iron-clad royal team moved in an orderly manner on the road, and the frightened pedestrians avoided far away, and awe, fear, and curiosity fell on them together.
And these Visyas have no time to take care of them, her hands on her knees are tightly clenched, and there is a rare daze in the bottom of her eyes.
If Wen Lin really walked into the epidemic area and contracted the disease, what should she do?
Humphreys followed closely outside the Queen's carriage, and in the gap where the curtains flew, he could catch a glimpse of the Queen's sharp profile face, very familiar, but very unfamiliar.
The lip line was straight, and Humphreys couldn't understand the Queen's outrageous behavior tonight.
The thin stars hung on the sky and flickered, and between the outlines of the rolling hills, a faintly flickering fire finally appeared.
The horses neighed, and after a long distance, Humphreys stopped the procession.
A common sense in this era is that diseases are caused by invisible harmful gases invading the human body (this is wrong