Chapter 42

The Queen's ferocious counterattack caught everyone off guard.

The power of the Sax family rooted in the royal capital was quickly uprooted, like the blood washed away in front of the Royal Palace.

The fully-armed royal knights on the streets searched for those with wicked intentions related to the Sax family, and the dull and chilling atmosphere hovered over the capital, lingering.

For the first time, the conspirators and those who are swaying, intuitively feel the unfathomable unfathomable under the queen's calm smile.

St. Margaret's Church.

The archbishop's pure divine robe tugged on the ground, and his dry hands trembled in prayer to the icon.

Things took a turn for the worse. On the tower of power, the Sax family was the only catholic supporter.

But they were defeated, which was a dangerous omen, and the archbishop's old face was half hidden in the splendid shadows that fell through the rose window, he murmured,

"God will send a will, the evil spirit has shown its fangs, the judgment of the Holy See is about to break her skull and her spine, and she will die miserably in the fire."

Lucches stood behind the Archbishop. He raised his eyes and stared into the eyes of the statue, with a resolute and cold, almost indifferent compassion.

He thought of Wen Lin in Yinhe Village, will God choose to be on their side this time?

His unquestioned doctrine was shaken at this moment, and his heart was deeply afflicted and tormented.

The scriptures say that God will protect all faithful believers, but why did they lose five years ago, and they also lose five years later.

In their confrontation with Queen Vicia, they repeatedly ended up with concessions.

"She is a truly wise monarch who will end division and unrest in the Golan..."

Wen Lin's words pierced into Lucches' eardrum once again, and he suddenly clenched the cross on his chest.

"Wen Lin, she drove away the disease and rescued the seriously injured Vicia. She is qualified to become a white priest in St. Margaret's Church,"

The Archbishop's face changed suddenly, he turned around and asked sharply,

"A woman, a woman in sympathy with fallen souls, Lucius, do you want her to defile the Holy Court?"

Lucches' hand was hidden under the large robe, he met the archbishop's deplorable gaze, and said word by word,

"She created miracles in Yinhe Village, and her reputation among believers is like a raging tide. Even you have heard that she rescued the seriously injured queen, and her heroism in battle is like a god's help,"

Lucches' voice suddenly became high, and he said firmly, "She is the perfect tool created by God, we can't push her to the royal court because of her gender,"

Under Vicia's deliberate attack, the church urgently needs to do something to consolidate its prestige, and Wen Lin will be a very suitable opportunity.

His face changed several times, and the words about absurdity and contempt disappeared in his throat. The Archbishop closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling uncontrollably, he compromised,

"God will forgive our helplessness,"

Vicia was relieved by the church's witty silence, and the ministers in the Privy Council were rejoicing at the victory in the White House Chamber.

Although thrilling, he regained the military power in the hands of the Sax family and successfully won a respite for the subsequent Holy See trial.

The ministers discussed the next response plan nervously and orderly. Vicia sat upright, bent her elbows and supported her upper body, quietly listening to their discussions, occasionally popping out a few key words.

She stared at everyone quietly, with a faint smile on her face, no one could see it, and the bottom of her silent eyes was gloomy and raging.

Wen Lin was still in a coma and didn't know when she would wake up.

By the time everyone left, the light was already sinking.

In the empty council hall, the spirit that Visiah had been supporting all along quickly shriveled.

After Mrs. Yaz came in, Vicia was able to help her stand up.

Everyone else in the distance from the council hall to the bedroom was distracted, and Vicia couldn't raise her strength, so she could only rely on Mrs. Yaz to help her half-laden into the bedroom.

Helping Vicia to lie down, Mrs. Yaz skillfully changed her medicine and fed her soup.

After regaining some strength, Vicia looked at the dwarf beside the bed and asked again, "Has Your Excellency Wen Lin woke up?"

Shaking his head, Yazi said helplessly, "No, the medical officers still say the same thing, as long as your Excellency Wen Lin can wake up, it will be fine,"

Putting her fingers on her eyebrows and rubbing it, Vicia said lightly, "Go and bring in the documents that have been piled up these days,"

Mrs. Yaz wanted to persuade Vicia to rest early, but she finally sighed when she saw that she could only be restrained.

It was another sleepless night, Vicia took the medicinal soup aside and drank it, the bitter medicinal smell overflowing between her lips and teeth.

She stared at the empty medicine bowl for a moment, the medicine soup seemed to be extremely bitter today.

After regaining her senses, Vicia slowly moved towards the other side of the bed, stretched out her hand and clenched Wen Lin's wrist, feeling the clear warmth under her fingertips, and sighed softly,

"Your Excellency, you should wake up,"

In the early morning of the third day, Doctor Wang Ting knelt down a large area outside the corridor.

Vicia sat sideways on the chair in the bedroom, the square-neck long dress full of gold threads wrapped her graceful figure, the satin shawl tightly covered the wound under her neck, and her cheeks were rosy. It was completely impossible to see that she had suffered a serious arrow wound just a few days ago.

"Everyone, give me the exact time when Lord Wen Lin will wake up,"

The eyes are like calm lakes, and Vicia's indifferent tone makes people not feel the slightest anger, but she is not angry and arrogant.

Cold sweat seeped out from the temples, and the medical officers replied tremblingly that there was no way to determine when Wen Lin would wake up.

Wrinkling her brows irritably, Vicia waved her hand and drove everyone away.

She sat down beside Wen Lin and removed Wen Lin's upper body

Her fingertips gently landed on the terrifying scar on Wen Lin's right shoulder.