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"Teacher, I want to come out with you. My maid once told me that there will be a savior who will save me from my misery, and now my savior has really appeared,"
After waiting for a long time, Wen Lin did not respond.
Latimer was apprehensive, he turned his head hesitantly, but found that Wen Lin was looking at him with serious eyes.
He shrank in fear and whispered, "Teacher,"
With a silent smile, Wen Lin pulled the reins, hugged Latimer and got off the horse, squatted down in front of him, her eyes were level with her,
"His Royal Highness Latimer, if you really see me as your savior, can you tell me who taught you what to say this time and the last time? I am only asking you as a teacher,"
Latimer's face suddenly turned pale, he pursed his lips and answered incoherently, "Teacher, I don't want to deceive you, but..."
Wen Lin interrupted him forcefully and said solemnly, "Your Highness, only if you are honest enough, I will reveal my sincerity to you,"
After a stalemate, Latimer spit out a name, "Dahram,"
Durham, the Cardinal Archbishop of the Royal City of Brenz, the Supreme Leader of the Golan Church.
Wen Lin's eyes darkened for a moment, and when she thought of the approaching Holy See trial, she suddenly flashed a stern look.
"Latimer, I'm very happy that you can say his name, and I will teach you well, while you stay in the mansion,"
An important reason why Wen Lin is willing to accept Latimer is that there is no hatred in his eyes, but more fear of Vicia.
Wen Lin speculated that Vicia did not deliberately treat him harshly in the forbidden palace, but instead ordered someone to take good care of him.
After choking very lightly, Latimer looked at Wen Lin's softened eyes again, and couldn't help leaning on her.
"Teacher, I really feel that you are my savior,"
It was not far from Yinhe Village, Wen Lin simply took Latimer's hand and walked slowly forward, talking to him a little bit about Vicia's efforts to develop Golan.
"Teacher, are you trying to tell me that my aunt is a wise monarch?"
"Yes, Your Highness, your aunt is indeed a good monarch. This is the first lesson I taught you, learn to use your own eyes to distinguish between good and evil,"
Latimer seems to understand, but he is still afraid of Vicia, especially since someone told him that his aunt might kill him at any time, because he is worried that he will take away the throne.
Latimer didn't understand, he had never coveted the throne for a moment, he just wanted to be able to sleep peacefully every night without worrying about the possibility of not seeing the sun the next day.
Wen Lin is very patient, guides her step by step, and tells some interesting and philosophical stories at the same time.
Unlike other people in the mansion who only gave lectures dryly, Latimer listened carefully.
Unconsciously, the two walked to the entrance of the village, and Brown was reported immediately.
"Your Excellency Wen Lin, Your Highness Latimer,"
Brown leaned over and saluted, reporting the latest progress to Wen Lin.
Everyone in the village is in full swing. A lot of stones have been pulled from the right side of the village entrance, and the foundation that has begun to take shape has also taken shape.
Elbo and the others also seem to get along well with everyone and are working together in tacit understanding.
The sulphur, charcoal, and saltpeter that Wen Lin needed were ready. While Wen Lin loaded them on the horse, she instructed Brown not to reveal Latimer's identity, and let him do the work for others as he could.
Brown's expression was suddenly indescribable. He looked at Wen Lin at one time, and Latimer at another time, repeatedly.
Until Latimer said, "Mr. Brown, I listen to the teacher,"
Wen Lin asked Latimer to wait for him to come back in the village, and Latimer obeyed obediently.
The extraordinarily well-behaved Latimer made Wen Lin feel like she was leading a student. She smiled and rode in the direction of the wasteland.
Sulphur and saltpeter are not much in quantity, limited by the fact that only a few pharmacists in the hands of alchemists use them.
In addition, the purity of the particles is also different from that of modern times, and it is known to make fire. The mixing ratio of the medicine was definitely not appropriate, and Wen Lin had to re-exhaust the experiment.
The author has something to say: the crematorium is still early, and it is not because of the previous incident. The crematorium is looking forward to the arrival of the era of double kings'~
Although really want to be able to finish this month, but at least it should be until next month.
I had wontons for dinner, but they tasted like thin preserved eggs and porridge. It's hard to describe~
Chapter 58
The northern edge of Wenlin's territory is bordered by a barren swamp.
A few days ago, according to Wen Lin's order, Brown ordered someone to build a temporary log cabin in the jungle on the edge of the moor.
Looking from the outside, there is no trace of it, and it is extremely hidden.
Wen Lin tied the horse outside the house, bent over and walked in.
There was a brazier in the middle of the room, and various tools and materials prepared according to Wen Lin's requirements were piled in the corner.
Roughly in accordance with the ratio of monosulfur, dinitrogen, and charcoal, Wen Lin divided them into unequal parts of the fire. The medicine bag was tightly sealed into a square shape.
Next is the sound of fire.
Wen Lin fry the smallest portion first. The medicine bag was thrown into the swamp with great force, and a burst of fire and white mist rose from a distance, and then there was no movement.
I threw a few more in succession, except that the fire and white fog were bigger, but none of them exploded.
Wen Lin poured out the saltpeter and sulfur, twisted it open, and looked carefully. There were a lot of impurities, and the particles were not fine enough.
Sulfur can be purified by evaporation, but saltpeter cannot be purified. Wen Lin patiently grinds the particles into finer powder, according to the fire with the greatest fire before. The ratio of the medicine pack makes an extra-large fire. medicine pack.
It was lit and thrown out, and a small plume of white smoke slowly floated up. Apart from that, there was no other movement.
Wen Lin was puzzled, she tapped her feet, Wen Lin stepped on the dead branches and fell on the fire. Next to the medicine bag, want to pick it up and try to adjust the proportions.
Who knows, suddenly there was a loud noise.