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Looking around at everyone again, Wen Lin's tone was calm, and she couldn't hear her anger or anger.
"I will find out the real murderer of Father Carson. This is my promise to Father Carson and my promise to you,"
Under the gazes of everyone, Wen Lin stretched out her hand with the back of her hand facing upwards. The silver ring representing her bishop's identity shone with divine light in the sunlight.
"You are the bishop of Sol Diocese?"
Some exclaimed, some were terrified.
Although she knew early on that Wen Lin's identity might be a great noble, she never dared to think that she would be the bishop of Sol Diocese. The fear of lofty beliefs is deeply engraved into everyone's bones, even more than royal power!
After Wen Lin revealed her identity, several figures in the crowd began to retreat in a panic.
The author has something to say: I am going to move in a few days, or move across cities. There are a lot of things that need to be handed over these days. I am a bit busy ~ I will update it if I have time.
Just a small question, guess who killed Father Carson. The people who know Wen Lin's identity are Archbishop Lucches and His Majesty Vicia. Who would they be?
Chapter 77
The Fangtings slum gathers the lowest groups of the entire royal city.
Wen Lin's promise quelled their anger, and hesitation and deep longing collided between them.
A rotten mire full of stench and filth that has been forgotten by God, is it really possible to be favored by the light?
The winter sunlight was diluted in the gray clouds, and scattered sparsely on Wen Lin's body, but the light plated on her body was particularly conspicuous.
Like a razor-sharp blade, it cuts into all darkness.
Someone knelt down tremblingly, followed by the second, third, fourth...
They knelt down at Wen Lin's feet, bent down deeply, and pressed their foreheads to the dirty ground.
"Please save us, please raise a banner to break free from misery, please lead the building of a fortress against misfortune,"
The sudden change made the unscrupulous people in the crowd have nowhere to hide. They looked at the people who were kneeling one after another. In a hurry, about two dozen people hurriedly pulled away from the crowd and ran away.
Humphreys, who was always watching the situation vigilantly, responded immediately, and the guards in cold armor quickly chased after him.
Hanvers stood outside the crowd, and Wen Lin, who was accepting the crowd's kowtow, was clearly reflected in his pupils.
The expected chaos and danger did not occur, and the crowd of kneeling people surrounded her.
The robes fluttered and rolled up, clinging to the outline of her thin and thin body, as if they had fused together with the shimmering light to form a towering figure that stood side by side with the gods.
The scene at this moment was familiar to Humphus. He remembered the day when Her Majesty Vicia was judged by the Holy Court, and as it is now, an indestructible rose tempered from fire.
The words Wen Lin said at the banquet suddenly exploded in Hanvers' mind, "I am their destiny."
At this moment, Hanvers seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence.
Wen Lin always looked around the crowd calmly. She walked forward, and the crowd automatically separated to the sides.
Walking back to Hanvers, Wen Lin handed the stack of detailed documents left by Father Carson to Hanvers, whispered a few words in his ear, and said something to the attendant behind her.
That night, plenty of bread, hot water, a change of clothes, and alcohol were shipped into the Fountains ghetto.
According to the information left by Father Carson and Wen Lin's order, Humphreys divided the people into two groups, one group took them to the country estate in Wangjiao, and the other group stayed in Fangtings Abbey for the time being.
Seeing that more and more people were taken away, those who were left became uneasy.
Someone asked gruffly, "Why can they be taken away, and we shall be left behind,"
Hanvers glanced at the sound, and the man who spoke was a man with obvious resentment. He couldn't hide the suffocation. Compared with the person who was taken away, he was obviously much stronger.
The grievances of others around them were less obvious, but they also showed obvious dissatisfaction.
Hanvers' eyes suddenly became cold. Those who were not taken away were not recorded by Father Carson. After eating the food, everyone was grateful.
They were the only ones who showed their resentment, especially the few who were left behind. Hanvers had an impression of them. At that time, they knelt down reluctantly, and their actions seemed to be more conspiracy. .
Humphreys, known for his ruthless methods, ignored them and instead ordered the guards to strengthen their guard to avoid any trouble.
At this time, Wen Lin was riding a horse around the Fangtings slum. To be honest, the location of the Fangtings Monastery is not bad. Wen Lin imagined that it would be knocked down and rebuilt into a new commercial area like the Yinhe Village.
The commercial development of Golan is slow and backward, and the shops in the center of Wangcheng lack planning, are crowded, and appear very chaotic.
Wen Lin carefully planned how to promote the development of Golan's business. When Wen Lin unknowingly returned to the slum, a familiar carriage came into sight.
It was Wang Ting's carriage, and the familiar maids were standing on both sides of the carriage.
Wen Lin dismounted and walked to the car window, softly calling, "Your Majesty Vicia,"
"Your Excellency, get in the car," the carriage responded immediately.
Wen Lin's frowning brows and eyes were instantly dyed with a thin smile. Before getting into the carriage, Wen Lin suddenly stopped, frowning at the dirty cloak on her body.
After standing still and taking off the cloak, Wen Lin bent down and entered the carriage with satisfaction.
Today is a rare sunny day in the Golan winter, but at night, the temperature plummeted and it was still freezing.
Seeing Wen Lin wearing a thin jacket, the smile on Vicia's face suddenly faded a little.
A small wooden table was set up in the carriage, and on the table was a food box.
You don't need to ask Wen Lin to know that it is for herself, and her heart is filled with joy, but at the same time she is a little cautious and cramped.
Sitting down on the other side, Wen Lin didn't notice Vichy's anxiety at all. Seeing that Vicia didn't speak, she stretched out her hand to open the food box.