Looking at Wen Lin with a bit of resentment in her eyes, Wen Lin's actions just now obviously lost her basic restraint.

Wen Lin didn't say a word, she licked her lips in silence, and sorted their clothes with a very natural look.

Before leaving the manor, he saw a guard rushing hurriedly on horseback from the direction of the royal city, holding a long cylindrical cylinder sealed with wax in his hand.

He quickly got off his horse and knelt at Vicia's feet with the secret letter in his hand.

Reached out to take it, removed the wax, and opened the cylinder, which contained two sealed letters.

Two letters from different directions, one from Sistine and one from Sutherland.

Vicia frowned and looked at it for a long time before handing the first letter to Wen Lin

In the letter, it was reported that Cardinal Gedin of the Holy See was assassinated and died. At the same time, he was found to have privately used the worship of believers to enrich his own pockets. The most shocking thing was that he had already had an early relationship with Golan's previous Cardinal Archbishop Durham. In collusion, Durham is responsible for searching for the boy to give Gedding an indecent insult, and Gedding is responsible for speaking nicely for him in front of the Pope.

Gedding is the most trusted cardinal by the Pope.

This incident spread widely in the Sistine, and the believers of the Holy See poured into the Holy See from all directions, causing the Sistine capital, Madrid, to be paralyzed several times.

The second letter wrote about the movements of the Sistine envoy to the three counties of Sutherland Heights. Because of the Gedding incident, the priests who were hidden in the mission had already returned home, but Philip remained in Golan.

"It's Tilia."

Looking past Wen Lin and looking at the distant field, Vicia said softly, "It's Tilia's handwriting."

The author has something to say: the next chapter, or the next chapter, let you know what smuggling is!

Today is the seventh day. I will go to take a bath later. I don’t want to stay up late. I will be on the last day of the list tomorrow! I can! ! !

Chapter 91

The architectural style of the Sistine Palace is deeply influenced by the Holy Court. It likes magnificent decorations and carvings, strong colors, oval domes and curved cloisters everywhere.

The glass windows built into the stone walls also follow the style of the Holy Court, and they are installed so high that the light in the room seems to be cast a gray shadow even in the daytime.

Tilia sat casually on the throne, playing with the scepter, and underneath was the trembling secretary.

The world thinks that the Queen is a weak and sick child. Who would have thought that within a few days she will take all the power of the Wormien family.

It also revealed the matter of Bishop Gedding. The current capital, Madrid, is still blocked by believers. The Holy Court is even more troubled, and has no time to care about what the queen has done during this time.

If it hadn't been through his own hands, the clerk would never have linked it all with the Queen.

She looked so pale and thin, as if a simple bump could smash her into pieces.

But now the secretary didn't dare to think like that anymore. At this time, the queen's face was flushed with abnormal redness. She threw the letter she had prepared long ago,

"Send it to the Golan, don't let the people of the Holy Court notice, you know what to do."

As if a poisonous snake spit out a blood-red letter, the cold sweat on the clerk's forehead slid down with a swirl.

The queen went mad again, and her eyes turned scarlet, mad and violent.

Thinking of the scene in which Mrs. Wormien was taken away and countless guards died in the square that day, the secretary did not dare to think about it any further, and hurried out of the palace.

Putting her hand on her forehead for a moment, Tilia got up and dragged her long royal robe to the back of the hall.

Passing through several dark corridors, she pushed open the door, and Mrs. Warmin's frail and messy figure came into her eyes, giving her the most intuitive impact.

The woman was facing Tilia, wearing only a close-fitting silk garment, and the outline of two thin butterfly bones under the garment could be vaguely seen.

Although it's winter, don't know what method is used in the house, it's very warm, and it won't make people feel cold.

After closing the door, Tilia took off the royal robe on her body, put on a close-fitting loose burqa, and walked slowly towards the woman.

"Mrs. Warmin," Tilia whispered, her voice as innocent as ever.

Hearing it now, Mrs. Wormyn was only ironic. She pulled her stiff chin, her hair was wet with sweat, like bound vines surrounding her shoulders, spreading toward the shadows of the fascination.

Tilia looked up, and the woman in front of her was broken and fragile, like a withered and dilapidated flower falling from a branch, giving her an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

The color of her eyes rolled and became deeper and deeper, and a morbid satisfied smile appeared on Tilia's lips.

The former Mrs. Wormien was like an elegant handicraft, she had spent ten years disguising herself as she liked to be obedient and obedient.

In fact, she could still keep pretending, thinking of this, Tilia let out a light snort, her hand along the cold chain hanging on one side, and bent her finger to caress her chin.

Turning around again and again, only heavy or not, "Madam, I can always be obedient, why are you not obedient?"

"Tilia, let me go," hoarsely trying to restrain himself, Wormien gritted his teeth and tried to negotiate with Tilia.

Instantly, the delicate and fair skin was scratched with blood lines under Tilia's fingertips by sharp fingernails. Mrs. Wormien was in pain and subconsciously shrank inward.

"Madam, be imprisoned by my side, or die, no, you can't even die without my permission."

Wormien's evasion action was more like hitting Tilia's untold pain, she suddenly became irritable, and the barely suppressed anger burst out in an instant.

It seems that my brain is being pricked by thousands of tiny needles, which is painful and uncomfortable, followed by a feeling of thirst and uneasy feeling.

In a trance, Tilia stood up and walked to the wall, hitting her head against the wall.

The muffled sound was loud, and after a while, a cloud of blood was dizzy on her forehead.

Mrs. Wormien was unmoved at first, but Tilia seemed to be really determined to kill herself, and the muffled crash became louder and louder, and Wormien couldn't help turning around and half-sitting up. hold.