Her eyes flickered, Wen Lin kept silent, let the wetness in her eyes appear, and then calmed down, and so on.

"Wen Lin, Mrs. Gunneville loves you, you should call her mother," the dark night filled her eyes, Vicia's fingertips landed on the end of Wen Lin's eyes, slowly wiping away the spot Stubborn water light that refuses to fall.

Vicia had long noticed that when she mentioned Duke Sutherland and Lady Gunneville, Wen Lin always subconsciously showed a disguised indifference and indifference.

Wen Lin has always stubbornly called them Lady Gunneville and Duke Sutherland.

The sadness that was hidden by her could be felt by Vicia, and she could clearly feel it.

Her heart hurts even more than Wen Lin.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wen and the Queen lacked the love of their parents in their childhood, and they can empathize with it.

Chapter 69

That night, Visiah and Wen Lin talked a lot about their childhood memories.

Not tired, not tired, Visia didn't fall asleep until the dawn was twilight.

Wen Lin waited for the sound of breathing beside her to become slow and long, and sat up lightly, staring at Vicia for a while.

She slept very well. Even when she fell asleep, she maintained an elegant and restrained sleeping position, with a little redness on her cheeks and occasional twitching of her eyelashes.

The heart was suddenly filled with fluffy feathers, full of softness.

After walking outside the door and instructing someone to send a letter to the Wang Ting, Wen Lin lay back on the bed again, and this time she took the initiative to lean against Vicia.

Rong Rong's warmth invaded immediately, and Wen Lin felt very comfortable, so she couldn't help leaning against Vicia until she gently cuddled her.

She slept until the afternoon, and Vicia woke up before Wenlin. What surprised her was that the two of them rolled into a ball at some point.

Wen Lin was shrinking in her arms, her cheeks blushing from the heat from the bedding.

There was a moment of dizziness in her mind, Vicia didn't move, her eyes swept over Wen Lin's eyebrows gently, and then she raised her hand and gently rubbed Wen Lin's cheek.

With such a posture, Wen Lin will definitely be at a loss when she wakes up. Vihia bent her lips, slowly released her arms, and moved back a little bit.

After she moved away, Vicia was still watching Wen Lin, her mind moved slightly, she suddenly leaned in and gave Wen Lin a light peck on the lips.

I sighed in my heart, hiding some sweet and astringent helplessness.

Beneath the white-robed priest is the white-robed deacon. Since Bishop Wen Lin has the attitude of letting things go, the five white-robed deacons from the Diocese of Sol came to visit No. 16 Tuva Road early in the morning.

Originally, the deacons had no real power and were in charge of several small villages. However, since the Diocese of Sol had never had a white-robed priest in charge before, the deacons gradually took over the powers of the priests.

After Wen Lin was promoted to the white-robed priest, she didn't care about anything, and she couldn't see anyone in the church. Now that she was promoted to bishop, she didn't seem to want to interfere with the food of the parish.

As soon as the deacons discussed it, they took the initiative to find them.

Wen Lin's identity is too special. She holds both an official position in the government and a priesthood in the church, especially with 50,000 troops in her hands.

Considering this aspect, even if the deacons didn't want to hand over their rights, they had to take the initiative to show their favor and take the opportunity to explore Wen Lin's realities.

However, what surprised them was that the reception at the mansion was meticulous and meticulous, so that no one could pick out the slightest fault, but Bishop Wen Lin did not show up for a long time.

After being left for a breakfast, was left for a Chinese meal.

The food was delicious, so delicious they couldn't resist.

After the Chinese meal, the group looked at each other in dismay and whispered from time to time.

"Bishop Wen Lin is really in a hurry. It doesn't look like he's going to give us a chance?"

"Probably not,"

Several deacon officers were apprehensive, and if they were able to entertain them so thoughtfully, they would have nothing to say.

Just as the deacons were still waiting boredly, Wen Lin appeared on the spiral staircase on the left.

"Thank you all, it's been a long wait,"

Wen Lin was wearing a very simple linen robe, and all the deacons stood up and saluted when they saw it.

"What are you guys looking for me for?"

Without squinting, he walked to the top of the table and sat down, the elegant hem of his clothes fell gracefully, and a sense of oppression that was very similar to His Majesty Vicia was surging around him.

The deacons suddenly panicked and said hurriedly, "We are all here to report to you about the academic affairs of the Diocese of Mingsor,"

Thinking of Vicia who was still waiting, Wen Lin leaned back in the chair, showing a little impatience, "Speak up as soon as possible."

The most basic is the regional boundaries that the parish divides each parish, including the total number of baptists living in the parish.

The second is how many parishes are divided into the parish, how many church members are in each parish, the taxes collected by the parish every year, and the income from the sale of indulgences, etc.

Finally, the deacon deliberately emphasized the bishop's duty.

It is the duty to inspect part or all of the diocese every year, and at least once every five years to inspect the entire diocese; not to leave the diocese on major festivals such as Holy Week and Pentecost for reasons other than major urgency; To offer Mass for the people entrusted to one's own people... [1] Refer to "The Management System of Catholic Diocese"

After listening, Wen Lin interrupted them in time, "I see, if there is nothing else, you can leave,"

"what,"

The deacons didn't react and looked at Wen Lin blankly.

Are there no other specific orders and arrangements?

Wouldn't it be better to delve into the annual income of the parish?

Don't you just ask about the arrangements of the clergy?

...

When the deacons were at a loss, Wen Lin smiled and nodded and left.

Just leave them guessing Wen Lin's intentions in the front hall, so Bishop Wen Lin means that everything is business as usual? They still hold the authority of the white-robed priest?