After returning to the Holy See, the deacons were still at a loss, and they couldn't guess Wen Lin's intention after thinking hard.

As soon as she went up the stairs, Wen Lin saw Vicia walking over with a smile.

She changed into rough linen clothes, her hair was tightly tied with a turban, and her face was covered with a layer of dark powder.

Very decent camouflage.

Squinting her eyes, Wen Lin asked with a smile, "Where is Your Majesty going?"

Arms passed around Wen Lin's elbows, and Vicia pulled her down without changing her expression. "Of course, I'm going to see the diocese under Bishop Wen Lin's jurisdiction."

"I think you'd better go back to the royal court. I can visit the parish by myself."

"No, Your Excellency, I reject your offer,"

The smile at the corner of his mouth melted into his eyes, revealing a lack of restraint.

Happy tone.

It seems that Vicia is in a particularly good mood, and her usually dignified and stern face is particularly vivid at this time.

Wen Lin's lips moved, but she didn't say anything more, looking at Vicia's helpless smile, she didn't know when there was a trace of pampering.

Mrs. Yaz, who had a panoramic view of the intimate interaction between the two, took a deep breath with restraint, and set aside the other maids first, leaving only Bessie and Namar to serve.

Wen Lin, who didn't want to make a big splash, put on the same dress with Vicia, and even the knights stationed outside the mansion were asked to put on the same disguise.

The streets were bustling with people, and the crowded people and the noisy hawking seemed to drive away the chill in the air.

The knights disguised themselves as commoners and scattered around Zavisia and Wen Lin.

The crowd was mixed, although there was no danger, but to be on the safe side, Wen Lin still grabbed Vicia's hand, warmth seeping from between her fingers to her palm.

It's a reassuringly familiar temperature.

Vichy glanced at her sideways, a special light flashed from the bottom of her eyes, and she scratched at Wen Lin's palm as if in response.

The destination of the two was a small monastery near the city gate-Funtings Abbey, where Father Carson served, located in the most chaotic slum in the entire Diocese of Sol.

Across the street, they are two completely different worlds.

The slums are full of dilapidated and dilapidated houses. Several people with rotten flesh hanging on their bodies are lying in the middle of the dirty trail. The pedestrians are in ragged clothes and their haggard expressions make people suspect that they will be taken away by God in the next second. .

The more you go inside, the stronger the disgusting stench, and from time to time you can see huge mice blatantly scurrying about.

Looking at it this way, Wen Lin and her party, who were clean and intact, were obviously the bright intruders.

Several coveted eyes have already fallen on Wen Lin and her party. The reason why it has become the most chaotic slum is because it is not only full of poor people, but also many desperate desperados.

As long as they have the opportunity to eat a meal, they may not know what to do.

Wen Lin blocked in front of Vicia without showing a trace, but Vicia didn't care at all, and instead asked, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, will you have pity on them? In your Garden of Eden, Does such a place exist?"

"Your Majesty, of course," Wen Lin did not answer the first question, but accelerated her pace and headed for Fangtings Monastery.

Wen Lin was lost in thought, she didn't know how to answer the first question.

Looking at the scene here, Wen Lin's mind came to the words that the master left to her back then, "The compassion of the strong is useless, the only one who can save yourself is yourself,"

He has given up on himself, and is used to relying on begging and robbing. Those who survived the calamity and oppressed the more vulnerable beings will not see the light.

Perhaps because they were afraid of the large number of Wen Lin and her group, even if many homeless people gathered and were about to move, they did not dare to make a real move.

The closer you get to the Fangtings Monastery, the more homeless people are scattered. When you reach the gate of the monastery, there is no one homeless person to be seen.

In front of the monastery is a road, a road that looks extraordinarily clean in the pickled environment.

Looking up, the monastery can hardly hide its dilapidation. The stone bricks and cracks on the wood underneath are one after another, but it is not difficult to see that someone is maintaining it carefully.

In such a large area, not a single weed can be seen.

I walked over and knocked on the door, and soon a priest came to the door.

His head was full of white hair, his limbs were thin, as if only a layer of leather was wrapped around his bones, and his movements were trembling and very slow.

Wen Lin and the others didn't say anything, and the old priest who came to open the door first pointed to the southeast corner and said,

"Father Carson is in the chapel,"

After opening the door, the old priest walked away tremblingly.

The monastery was very quiet, and apart from an old priest, no one else could be seen.

Letting the knights stay outside the door, Wen Lin clasped Vicia's hand and walked towards the chapel.

A similarly gray-haired old man was leaning over the table translating the scriptures.

There was no response to the arrival of Wen Lin and Vicia.

When her eyes swept across the colorful ornaments on the hand of the old priest, Wen Lin's eyes suddenly froze, a small metal ball that completely reproduced the whole picture of the earth.

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Chapter 70

The ball glowed with a strange metallic sheen in the sun, the ocean part was a light blue, and the land part looked like the sheen of the metal itself.

This is by no means something that could appear in medieval civilizational cognition.

The only explanation is that it has something to do with Gunneville.

Wen Lin's hand clenched suddenly, and Vicia felt a little pain.

She tilted her head and followed Wen Lin's focused gaze towards the ball on the table, a little puzzled.

It wasn't until Vicia pulled Wen Lin's hand that she came back to her senses.

"That might be something left by my mother," Wen Lin said with some difficulty, and at the same time she picked up Vicia's hand and rubbed it lightly.