Nodding coldly, Wen Lin followed the priest into a dim room. As soon as she entered, she was attracted by the oil painting on the wall.

The woman in the portrait has an oriental face very similar to her. Wen Lin approached slowly, and an indescribable sense of familiarity flooded her heart.

With a dry throat, Wen Lin asked in a deep voice, "Lucches, who is she?"

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Chapter 55

"Mrs. Gunneville, and perhaps your mother, too,"

Wen Lin walked to the portrait without saying a word, and stretched out her hand to trace the facial features of the person in the painting.

The person in the painting looks very similar to herself, but she is more gentle and soft. She stands in front of the window, the only light in the dark room shrouded her.

Even through a painting, can feel the gentle perseverance and soothing power in her eyes.

Without any superfluous background, the artist used all the beautiful brushstrokes on her.

Wen Lin looked at the inscription in the lower right corner, Lu Mi.

Restraining the inexplicable grief under her calm face, Wen Lin looked at Lucches with a calm face, trying to find something on his face.

"Bishop Lucches, I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about?"

Lucches was wearing a black robe, standing upright, the cross hanging around his neck glowed with a faint cold light in the dim light.

He didn't look at Wen Lin, his eyes fell on the void, as if he wanted to stubbornly see something.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, my mentor, Archbishop Lumi, was also Gunneville's mentor. The notes he left told me the truth of the year."

"The truth about the Sutherland family,"

Lucches spoke slowly in a very soft voice, as if he didn't care what Wen Lin said at all.

He knew that Wen Lin would definitely compromise for the truth back then. After finding this painting, he had the answer in his heart.

Her fingers trembled, and Wen Lin's voice was a little cold, "Bishop Lucches, all these are your side words, I don't trust you,"

Lucches has always appeared in the eyes of everyone with a selfless and selfless face, but today his successive actions are obviously conspiracy, obviously with ulterior motives.

Is it for the church?

Not surprised by Wen Lin's reaction, Lucches swept across the painting and slowly closed his eyes,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, only me and my mentor will tell you everything about that year, and my mentor has been missing for 20 years after Mrs. Gunneville's death. You have no choice but me,"

Wen Lin frowned, slightly surprised by Lucches' tough attitude.

When Wen Lin was silent, Lucches made his own request, which was unexpected and did not mean to make things difficult.

Listening silently, a very subtle look suddenly appeared on Wen Lin's face.

The request made by Lucches was too simple for Wen Lin. She regularly visited the believers as a priest in white robes; regularly taught the medical officers of the church medical skills; regularly visited the villages that the parish belonged to...

Even Wen Lin didn't need to attend any mass or prayer ceremony. Lucches gave her the rights of a priest in white robes and great freedom.

She couldn't understand more and more what Lucches was trying to do.

Until the end, Lucches suddenly opened his eyes, he paused for a long time, trying to make his voice softer,

"Priest Wen Lin, the Holy See trial is coming soon. I hope that you will appear in a village that has been hit by the epidemic, not the King City of Brenzi."

This is a perfect reason to prevent Wen Lin from meeting the Bishop of Judgment.

Not aware of Lucches' emotional fluctuations, Wen Lin asked indifferently, "As long as I don't get caught in the royal city?"

"Yes," Lucches looked up at her, expressionless.

After taking off the oil painting on the wall, Wen Lin nodded and turned to leave, "I promise you,"

From the very beginning, Wen Lin approached Lucches to wait for the opportunity to find out the truth of the year. She had no reason to refuse such an affordable deal.

Sitting still, Lucches turned his head to look at Wen Lin's back, her steps were slow, the sun shone on her body through the arm porch, the shadow behind her was drawn very long, and half of her silhouette was in the sun, Usually in shadow.

Justice cannot restrain her, sin cannot defile her, she walks between light and darkness, like a god.

Holding the linen tablecloth tightly in his hands, after Wen Lin left, Luceston felt out of breath. He didn't dare to look up at the icon on the wall, with a look of incomparable pain on his face, he whispered,

"Teacher, this time I didn't choose the Holy See, is this right or wrong?"

...

When Eggers saw Wen Lin again, she only felt that she suddenly became serious and low.

The dark clouds on the sky seemed to follow her, but there was no emotion on that pretty face.

The one hundred knights selected by Eggers were swaying in awe, with strong and fast warhorses under them.

Wen Lin stood silently in front of them for a moment, then packed up her emotions, got on her horse, and raised her voice, "Follow me,"

Everyone saw that Wen Lin's expression was cold and cold, and she chased after Eggers.

The knights were naturally unwilling to be left behind, and many of them were in direct contact with the rumored imperial guard for the first time.

No one would be stupid enough to underestimate her because of her status as a woman, after all, even General Eggers lost to him.

However, the competitive spirit and fighting spirit engraved in the blood of the knights will be surging and boiling just because of the more powerful existence.

The horses galloped for a while, but Wen Lin was always at the front of the team, and no one caught up to her.

The frantic wind poured into Eggus's mouth. He looked at Wen Lin, who was on top of the dust, and increased the force of his whip, but he still couldn't catch up with Wen Lin.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to say something, but the wind covered his mouth, and he could only let out a broken whimper.