Wen Lin frowned, walked into the Paladins, got on her horse, and walked away.

The white-robed priest was equipped with twelve paladins, who followed behind the royal court knights, chasing Wen Lin together.

In front of Wangting Square, there was already a crowd of people standing there.

Vicia sat upright on the throne, and on the two sides below were ministers arranged according to their official positions. Outside the Royal Court Square, stood the noble gentlemen and young ladies of the royal capital.

According to the specifications of the ceremony, there was no need for so many officials to be present, but Wen Lin was so special, and the position of the bodyguard was so important, they all wanted to see with their own eyes what kind of courage Wen Lin had to take up this position.

But the time was about to come, and Wen Lin hadn't appeared yet. The ministers looked at each other and began to whisper.

Vicia's body leaned forward slightly, sitting upright, holding the king's sword in her hand, staring calmly ahead.

Finally, the horseshoe splashed dust and stopped in front of the red carpet at the end of Wangting Square.

Wen Lin dismounted and met Vicia's eyes in the air.

Everyone looked at Wen Lin in shock and anger. It was the attire of the white-robed priest. According to the etiquette, the white-robed priest did not need to kneel to the queen, but this was during her conferring ceremony.

What is she trying to do? What does the church want to do? Is it a deliberate provocation?

There was an uproar in the crowd, and in a scene that should have been solemn, the atmosphere suddenly became restless.

Wen Lin always looked at Vicia calmly and calmly. She walked to the throne step by step, knelt down under the gaze of everyone,

"Your Majesty Vicia,"

For a while, everyone didn't know how to react, so they could only stare at her blankly.

She was clothed in holy robes, but bowed her knees under the throne.

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Chapter 53

At the same time, the passionate music was played along with the bells of the White Tower, and the shaking white birds flew.

All sentient beings turned their heads to look in the direction of the church, which was the highest ritual of canonization by white-robed priests, with thirteen bells tolling.

The holy bell slowly swayed in the royal city, and everyone widened their eyes and fell into a strange silence.

Wen Lin, Wen Lin.

They began to re-evaluate and examine her again.

He is also the guard of the royal capital and the white-robed priest of St. Margaret's Church.

It is obviously a ridiculous and ridiculous thing, but everyone suddenly realizes that it is really ridiculous to witness everything happening.

An alien woman, intact, stepped on the dividing line between secular power and supreme faith in the Golan.

The sunlight reflected hot gold on Wen Lin's robe, and when Vicia lowered her eyes, a splendid shredded light quietly shook out of her eyes.

With a smile on her face, she picked up the king sword and landed on Wen Lin's shoulders.

"Your Mightiness, "

"Are you pious and faithful, worthy of me,"

"Are you honest and upright, would rather die than yield,"

"Whether you are a strong enemy at present, do not be afraid," [1]

Wen Lin raised her head and met Vicia's gaze, a tacit understanding like the waves kissing a reef and a clear smile entangled in the touching eyes.

"my queen,"

"I swear I will love to the death,"

"I swear that I will guard before you, become your sword in the night, the Great Wall on the border, and I will guard every inch of Golan territory for you,"

The moment Wen Lin took the oath, the expressions of the nobles suddenly changed. She was not taking the oath to the Golan royal family, but to Queen Visiah.

For a long time, the queen has maintained a delicate balance with the old and new nobles. She needs to rely on the nobles to pay taxes, recruit troops, and maintain the order and security of the entire kingdom.

In exchange, the queen will grant them authority, acquiesce in their development of their own power, and even sometimes, the queen will take the initiative to compromise in exchange for the support of the nobles.

And Wen Lin, an oriental alien, has no family, no background, she is a pure sword that can be held in the hands of the queen.

Likewise, it is a sword that would threaten nobles.

The interested people looked at each other and exchanged messages at the conferring ceremony. After Vicia and Wen Lin walked into the royal court one after the other, the ministers gathered together in twos and threes and discussed in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, does she want to attack us?"

"No, who can be sure, this new imperial guard will definitely stand by the queen's side, don't forget, she is wearing a god robe today,"

As soon as these words came out, someone immediately refuted them sharply,

"But she knelt down in her robe,"

"Even if you kneel down, it is still the robe of the Catholic Church. Will the Queen really believe in a priest of the Catholic Church?"

After a short hustle and bustle, everyone's thoughts were different.

But one afternoon, Bessie and Namanel, who were far away in the mansion, had already received countless invitations, each of which was painted with the family coat of arms, accompanied by a flower, and many of the coats of arms were A powerful nobleman with a prominent reputation in the capital.

"God, Namar, what happened? Miss Wen Lin seems to have magical powers, she can always do some earth-shattering things,"

Namanel did not answer, but fell into silence as he looked at the invitations and flowers that were about to pile up into a hill.

Vicia and Wen Lin, who had lunch together, were standing in front of the sea map in the council room.

The sea map is carved on the smooth floor by craftsmen, and the sea conditions around the entire Europa continent can be seen at a glance.

Dragging her robe on the ground, Wen Lin pointed at a sea area above the Dover Strait with a long stick, and said,

"Your Majesty, in three days, I'm going to go here,"

It is a dangerous sea area, surrounded by reefs and dark gorges, but for pirates who are familiar with sea conditions, it is a unique hunting ground.

The light fell on Vicia's face, her expression was gentle, but her tone was cold, "The Holy Court ship that departed from Madely, the capital of the Sistine, and arrived at Brenz on the third day just happened to pass by there."