A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped Vicia.

Something cool fell on the back of Wen Lin's neck, she wanted to turn around to look, but was stopped by the person behind her, "Your Excellency, don't move,"

The hoarse voice revealed tears, Wen Lin frowned, "Vishia, you won, the hardest time is over,"

As long as he survives the Holy See's trial, Golan will have a long period of recuperation.

Wen Lin has already made plans. She will not let go of food, shops, troops... any of them.

The coolness on the back of the neck did not stop, but instead accumulated more and more. The puzzlement and worry that rolled out from the depths of the pupils quickly replaced the joy.

Wen Lin held the hand on her waist and rubbed it lightly,

"Vishia, you are crying, what happened?"

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Chapter 64

Showing one's vulnerable side has always been a taboo for all rulers.

Vicia didn't answer, and Wen Lin didn't ask any more, waiting quietly for Vicia to calm down.

I don't know how long it took, Wen Lin felt that Vicia carefully pressed her face to her hair, she whispered,

"Your Excellency, nothing happened,"

Wen Lin just turned her head to look, Vicia's eyes were a little red, and there was still water light left, as if waiting for someone to kiss Mizuze away.

Her throat rolled slightly, Wen Lin lowered her eyes, and hugged Vicia gently back, "All suffering will pass eventually,"

Wen Lin is not good at comforting people. She couldn't guess what made Vicia lose her temper, so she just said something in general.

This sentence made Vicia suddenly happy, yes, everything will pass, and she will drive away this powerlessness sooner or later.

Tentatively kissing Wen Lin on the face, seeing that she did not dodge, Vicia backed away contentedly, and then dragged Wen Lin to the desk, talking about the treatment of the Holy See.

The Duram sect died, and the remaining red sects, except Lucches, no one was a true believer in the teachings.

"I am going to elect Lucchess as the new church leader in the Golan,"

The touch on her cheeks was itchy, soft, and her face was a little red. Wen Lin's cold palms seemed to be hot because of Vicia's closeness.

After thinking for a moment, looking at Visia, who showed a genuine smile because she didn't dodge, Wen Lin followed with a smile, and her suddenly tense body slowly relaxed.

If it can make Vicia happy, it seems that it is okay to be kissed.

Following Vicia's words, "The Lucches priest is indeed the only candidate, especially since he has already expressed his intention to turn to the royal court,"

Wen Lin just turned her head to the side, and she could smell the faint aroma of Wen Daoweixia's body, which was very nice.

Unconsciously, the two got closer.

Lucches's change was sudden, but it stood up to scrutiny. Wen Lin thought that it should be related to the truth of the year.

But anyway, it's a good thing.

After the trial, the Holy See will be further suppressed. Originally, the royal power could not interfere with the candidates for the new Red-clothed Master Cult.

It seems that most of the obstacles to the taxis lying at the feet of Vicia have been eliminated, and the next step is stable development.

When Wen Lin was stunned, Vicia continued, "You will replace Lucches as the red priest of Sol Diocese,"

"Me?" Wen Lin raised her eyes in surprise.

In the entire Golan, there are only five five red priests, who are the real leaders of the parish. The land, income, and population of the parish are owned by the priests.

Strictly speaking, the power and status of the Cult of the Red Cult is no less than that of the Duke who is second only to the Queen.

With a faint smile, she stretched out her hand to bring Wen Lin's loose hair behind her ear, her fingers touched Wen Lin's lips inadvertently, and both of them paused.

Vicia's eyes flashed lightly, and then she said, "There is only you in the parish of Sol, a priest in white robes. You are promoted to the priest in red, justifiably,"

Such a big piece of fat, whether it is the church or the nobles, is staring at it.

Compared with falling into someone else's hands and being taken by Wen Lin, it is more reassuring.

Seeing that Wen Lin didn't answer, Vicia squeezed the back of her hand and pointed at the map of Table Mountain, "There is a large piece of land in Sol Diocese adjacent to your current territory. If you want to do something later, it will be more convenient, "

Wen Lin and Vicia mentioned the need to reform agriculture, in the words of the Garden of Eden, it is to deepen plowing and increase production.

Once the results are achieved, it will inevitably expand in size, and with the parish land, everything will go a lot better.

All these Vicias thought of for Wen Lin.

Nodding subconsciously, what Vicia said was right, just as Wen Lin came back to her senses, she saw Vicia's face touching her lips at some point.

The hot breath was sprayed on her face, Wen Lin turned her head uncomfortably, and bluntly changed the subject and said,

"Your Majesty, I'm hungry,"

Climbing to the top of the tower is a physical task. Wen Lin hadn't eaten since last night, and her empty stomach made a cooing sound at this time.

Vicia was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly.

She wanted to instruct the maids to prepare food, but Wen Lin stopped her first.

"The kitchen turns over and over and only cooks the few dishes that I have been taught. I'll go there myself."

Wen Lin originally thought that after learning how to cook, the kitchen would try new dishes on her own, but after eating so many meals, what Wen Lin taught was what Wen Lin taught that day.

After such a long time, Vicia should be tired of eating too.

Vicia stood up with Wen Lin, she nodded lightly, "Let's go,"

This posture is to go to the kitchen with herself, Wen Lin helplessly evoked a smile, and did not refuse.

After a thrilling half-day, Vicia didn't have the heart to manage political affairs, and she didn't need to worry about the rest, Francis and William would handle it properly.