The courses arranged for the children were much simpler, starting with the most basic literacy, arithmetic, and logic. Wen Lin found Lucches. In exchange, she would teach medicine and theology in the church.

The most important thing at the moment is the courses about the next stage of development, scientific farming knowledge, basic medical knowledge, food preservation and wine brewing, etc...

The farming tools pre-ordered by the nobles will all be delivered next month, along with the trained villagers, and the shops in the royal city should also be refurbished, such as alcohol, brewed new wine, delicious food, etc. .

The adults and children who are currently allowed to enter the school have been screened by Brown and signed a life-long death contract, requiring that they not disclose everything they saw and learned in Yinhe Village without permission.

Wen Lin intends to train these people into the first batch of teachers in the school. After all, her energy is limited. After the school is fully opened, they will teach others.

Listening quietly to Wen Lin's words, Lucches timely put forward suggestions on the implementation of this knowledge in Sol Diocese.

Although Wen Lin is the bishop of Sol Diocese, she seems to have no intention of interfering in the affairs of the diocese at all based on her current wishes.

Lucches held the cross in his hand, his eyes fell on the void, his tone slowed down, and he said quietly,

"Bishop Wen Lin, Sol Diocese will not be your enemy, it will be your help."

The atmosphere suddenly became weird, Wen Lin raised her eyebrows and looked at Lucches, and teased, "Archbishop Lucches, can I interpret your words as a betrayal of the Holy Court."

Hearing that, Lucches' expression didn't fluctuate much. He witnessed the changes in Yinhe Village and the improvement of the poor people's lives in the Fangtings slum. In Lucchess's mind came the idea of ​​what Mr. Lumi left behind. a sentence.

"I betrayed the filthy Holy See, not the Faith, and it's there and won't change with my situation."

Hearing Lucches' murmur, Wen Lin showed a genuine smile, and she said sincerely,

"Archbishop Lucches, I have to admit that you are a true preacher, just like your mentor."

Looking out of the window to Wen Lin's smiling eyes, Lucches slightly hooked his lips, but after a while, his expression became solemn again.

He stared at Wen Lin for a long time, and suddenly said, "Your Excellency, I can tell you everything I know about the Sutherland family now."

Wen Lin was a little surprised. Strictly speaking, she hadn't fully fulfilled Lucches' request, "Why did you choose to say it at this time?"

"Because everything you're doing will make you step into mortal danger faster, maybe I should remind you sooner."

Putting down the lesson plan in her hand, Wen Lin gave Lucches a meaningful glance, and then said nonchalantly, "Your Excellency, please."

At the same time, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Your Majesty Wen Lin, His Majesty is waiting for you in the carriage at the entrance of the village," her eyes trembled, Wen Lin calmly retracted her gaze, pondered for a moment, and replied, "I see,"

After finishing speaking, Wen Lin motioned to Lucches to let him continue.

I was a little surprised, but Lucches didn't say anything about Wen Lin's actions. Instead, he took out the notes left by his mentor Lu Mi from his sleeve, which clearly recorded everything that happened that year.

Wen Lin took the notes and flipped through them, her originally casual eyes gradually became dark, and her well-proportioned fingers stopped on a painted picture.

The picture on the picture is a small ball given to Wen Lin by Father Carson.

Looking at Wen Lin's movements, Lucches explained, "It was called a holy relic by the bishops of the Holy See. According to the teacher's record, Pope Katebury once saw Mrs. Gunneville use it to bring the dead back to life. Use it to travel through space and escape capture."

"So this is why the Holy See will do anything to kill them?"

"Yes, but it is not limited to this. Your mother is erudite and kind, and selflessly imparts her knowledge to the commoners. Although it is only taught in the domain of the Duke of Sutherland, this still makes the church fearful. God, how can a group of despicable people who roam under the Holy Light not be afraid?"

"So they want to take the relic for themselves. They condemn my mother as a witch. They are the real shameless and insidious blasphemers, aren't they? Archbishop Lucches."

"Yes," Lucches spit out the word, the spiritual world of his belief was mercilessly shattered and reconstructed in the pain of extreme tearing.

The holy supremacy was defiled by the authority of the hypocrites, the hypocrites, and the vile, and Lucches was besieged by a thick fog, in which a blazing fire guided the way.

That cluster of fire is Wen Lin, but this cluster of fire may be extinguished by unknown dangers at any time. Lucches looked at Wen Lin without saying a word, and secretly made up his mind that maybe he would also walk on the path that the teacher walked.

It's sad, but helpless.

At this time, he was no different from the believers who longed for salvation.

With an almost indifferent expression, Wen Lin turned over the notes over and over again.

There is no record of any method of using small balls, but it records what Gunneville has done to increase food production and reduce the mortality rate of the disease...

Everything Wen Lin is doing, it turns out that she has already done it.

And all of this was buried in the deep sea because of the selfishness of the Holy See.

After a long while, Wen Lin closed the note and whispered towards Lucches, as if she was talking to herself, "God will not die, mother is not a god, neither will I."

"But everything you do has led to crazy coveting, the Holy Court will confirm your identity from the clues, and you still have a chance to stop, Bishop Wen Lin,"

Lucches raised his voice excitedly. Facing the behemoth of the Holy Court, Lucches almost foresaw the doomed ending of Wen Lin and her mother.

With a light snort, Wen Lin turned her head, her icy eyes were like a flame burning on the icy snowy field, condensing the attractive coldness,

"Why should I stop? Just because I'm not strong enough now? I'll win, Archbishop Lucches."