"Your Majesty, I thought you wouldn't hurt,"

Wen Lin didn't realize what her unquenchable anger meant.

Glancing at Wen Lin faintly, Vicia slowly leaned towards her, "Your Excellency, you seem to be very resentful towards me,"

Huo Ran raised his eyes, and the sides of the two were caught off guard.

Her breath fluctuated and swept across her face for a while, and her long wet hair fell on her bare neck skin. In the hot and humid breath, Wen Lin shivered abruptly.

The breath of each other was instantly entangled, and Visia not only did not back away, but kissed Wen Lin on the face.

Finally, leaning against Wen Lin, resting his head on Wen Lin's shoulder, he sighed, and hesitantly hesitant to speak was buried in his blue eyes.

Wen Lin's body froze, but she didn't back away.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, of course I will be in pain, but some pain is something I am willing to suffer, it has nothing to do with you"

The body tightened again, and the place where the two were touching gradually warmed up.

Wen Lin was in a trance for a moment, closed her eyes slightly, then draped the cloak on the side of Visia, and softened her tone bluntly,

"Your Majesty, on the deck are either crew members who have experienced storms and waves many times, or knights who have received professional military training. You are just a woman who has never experienced either,"

"You put yourself so easily

Your life is in danger, as long as any accident happens, no one can save you,"

The burning firewood made a crisp crackling sound, Wen Lin wanted to say something, but forced herself to swallow it.

After a long time, a faint sigh came from Wen Lin's ear.

Vicia continued to rub against Wen Lin until her upper body completely leaned into Wen Lin's arms.

She looked at the burning flame, and there was helplessness and loneliness in her unhurried speech.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, you told me not to put myself in danger, but what about you?"

"Wen Lin, have you ever truly listened to my warning?"

Wen Lin didn't answer immediately, but took the cotton cloth aside and started wiping Vicia's hair.

From the end of the hair upwards, dry it carefully.

After a long pause, she said, "Your Majesty Vicia, you are the monarch of a country, and I am the imperial guard. This determines that I may need to fight bloody battles on the battlefield at any time. We are different."

Vicia closed her eyes bitterly and said this again.

She put her ear to Wen Lin's chest, listened to the steady heartbeat, her chest rose and fell for a moment, Vicia raised her hand to cover her eyes, and was speechless for a long time.

The two leaned against each other so intimately until the sun went down.

Wen Lin's eyes always fell on Vichy's face, the breathing of the person in her arms had become gentle and low, and her body was completely relaxed in her arms.

Wen Lin held her breath and involuntarily reached out her hand to touch Vicia's face, fearing that she would be woken up, she suddenly shrank back.

Some sweet, but more unspeakably astringent.

Wen Lin didn't want to use her status as a monarch to restrain her, but everyone had their own compulsion.

She gently picked up the person and put them on the bed. After hesitating for a while, Wen Lin also lay down.

The shoulders of the two were lightly pressed against each other, Wen Lin thought, that was enough.

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Chapter 61

Judgment is coming.

Vicia flipped through the information sent expressionlessly.

Several people in the Privy Council had rare solemn expressions on their faces.

"Your Majesty, twenty Holy Court ships arrived at Brenz last night, but they were surprisingly low-key, which is not in line with their usual behavior,"

In the past, the Holy Court, wherever it passed, the people knelt to greet it, with a mighty momentum.

At such a sensitive time, any slight change will affect everyone's nerves.

This trial, like a hurricane about to sweep in, weighs heavily on the hearts of everyone who supports the Queen.

It was a dangerous game that Vicia had to accept.

Once she is convicted, the results of the Holy See's trial will spread to every corner of Europa's road as quickly as possible.

This indicates that the Golan will once again be plunged into internal divisions and turmoil, and on the other side of the sea, the coveted neighbors covet, never give up playing with its minions, they have mortal enemies, but none of them can A solid ally.

Golan is no longer able to afford the price of a war, the crown in the storm, crumbling.

Vicia, the only one who knew the cause and effect, smiled extremely lightly, her oppressive deep blue pupil swept across everyone's face, silently splitting a clear and bright gap.

"Gentlemen, tomorrow will come soon, until then, do all that you can, and accept all possible outcomes besides that,"

Vicia tilted her face, looking at the dark clouds rolling in the sky outside the window and the golden light and shadow on the spire of the church in the distance. The resolute and majestic face was always indifferent.

The words of worry and shirk came to an abrupt end, and Francis' eyes filled with deep meaning. He could no longer see what the Queen was thinking. Tomorrow, the crisis might be more severe than they expected.

All the troops stationed outside the city have been transferred back, and everyone knows that the real danger is not tomorrow's trial, but the turmoil after the trial.

That night, the entire royal city was panic-stricken.

In the thick night, a figure was climbing the smooth limestone outer wall of the Holy See.

Brown and Bach, who followed, were hidden in the shadows, their eyes widened, and they watched as Wen Lin climbed up the tallest spire with two strange-shaped objects on her back.

Even breathing was relieved, Brown asked in a trembling voice,

"Mr. Pete, everyone in the East can be like your Excellency Wen Lin, I mean, can you fly?"

Watching Wen Lin rise and fall a few times, she appeared on the outer wall more than ten meters high. Brown swallowed hard. For him, it was like witnessing magic.