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She said, "Goodbye, my majesty."
Vicia's pupils suddenly dilated, and her ribs seemed to be broken at that moment. "No," this sound was so soft that no one could hear it clearly. For Vicia, it was already hoarse and heart-wrenching. pink.
The lead-colored clouds seemed to merge with the swept sea of ββfire, the deafening explosion sounded, Wen Lin was laughing, her blood-covered body and her smile merged into Visia's pupils,
Vicia wanted to rush over, her legs moved, her body staggered, and Wang Jian was deeply inserted into the deck.
In Vicia's broken eyes, the ship covered with asphalt and kerosene exploded.
The fire spread rapidly and rose suddenly, like a high wall of fire standing in the waves, Vicia had a splitting headache, she almost instinctively ran towards Wen Lin.
Just before falling into the sea, Field stretched out his hand and pulled him, "Your Majesty, now is the best time to fight back."
With a splitting headache, Vicia vomited a few mouthfuls of blood. For the first time, she sat down on the deck without any scruples, covering her face and crying.
After a short while, Vicia's crying stopped abruptly.
This is the choice Wen Lin made for Vicia, she chose the victory of this war for her.
The cold and soft liquid fell from the end of Visia's eyes, and blood oozes from the tooth marks on her pale lips. Vihia held the king's sword and ordered a few words in a low voice.
The ship returned to the coast at the fastest speed, and then several sailboats, fishing boats, tugboats, barges, and fishing boats rushed towards the invincible fleet in a self-destructive manner.
The ensuing storm ripped the Armada northward, shattering in flames, and then scattered with heavy losses.
Hell forged by fire.
At the end of the war, the rain fell violently, hitting Visia, her shoulder blades, her musculoskeletal...
In the blood and mud, countless people cheered for this impossible victory. They knelt down towards Vicia on the cliff and shouted,
"God bless my lord, long live the queen."
No one knew that at this time Vicia was crying alone amid the cheers, and her soul was broken countless times under her intact body.
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Chapter 101
Later generations described the war in this way.
"The Sistine did not lose because of this naval battle, but the victory of this Gosi War heralded the beginning of the rise of the Golan, a new nation-state began to mature, and at the same time laid the foundation for the glory of the Golan. This is the most glorious moment in the first half of the life of Queen Vihia I of the Golan."
After returning to Brenz, Vicia lost weight quickly. For the first few days, her expression was stiff, her language was messy, and she gave orders erratically.
Regent Francis saw the clue, and he suggested that Vicia take a break for a while, during which he would deal with government affairs with the Privy Council.
Victory in the war allowed Golan to regain considerable control over his position with the Sistine, and Francis knew what to do.
The name Wen Lin seemed to be deliberately forgotten among the upper-class nobles. No one dared to mention her name, whether it was a minister of the Privy Council or a member of parliament.
Whether it was Francis or Mrs. Yaz, they were shocked by the impact Wen Lin's death had on Vicia.
The kiss on the battlefield also became taboo. Francis seemed to have spied on the real relationship between the Queen and Lord Wen Lin. He was shocked and couldn't speak for a long time. After he reacted, he secretly rejoiced.
Fortunately, Your Excellency Wen Lin is dead.
A wise monarch must never be charged with debauchery, whether traditional catholic or Protestant, same-sex love is classified among the sins of illegal sex.
But among the people, the name Wen Lin was stamped with a mark equivalent to a god, and the power she showed on the battlefield was compiled into countless versions and passed down by word of mouth.
Along with the wind, people called her God's favor to the Protestant nation.
In the tavern, the bard described Wen Lin's ending in a romantic, tragic and uniquely shocking way.
"The Savior has brought you and me back to life in a precarious situation,"
"..."
"God gave her to Golan, but took her in the arms of the wind."
Vicia agreed to Francis' proposal, and for three days, she stayed alone in the bedroom quietly.
Nothing in the bedroom has changed, maintaining the appearance of Wen Lin when she was still there.
The extra quilt on the bed, the extra pen and paper on the desk, and the bunch of dry maple leaves...
When her eyes touched the cluster of maple leaves, Vicia's tired eyes suddenly became warm. She walked over and reached out to touch it carefully.
The dry maple leaves became hard and brittle, and Vicia was extremely gentle, stroking its outline with incomparable value, and with a difficult sigh, Vicia seemed to have found support for a short time.
Suddenly, Wen Lin noticed a thick parchment book whose corner was covered by a maple leaf.
Vicia pulled it out, opened it, and her restrained emotions collapsed in an instant, Vicia suppressed her crying and burst into tears.
She read page by page, this is what Wen Lin wrote about Golan's power structure, maritime business, port trade, religious issues, infrastructure...
Almost all aspects of subsequent development are covered in this book, as well as knowledge far beyond this era.
Looking at the back, it can be clearly seen that the person who wrote the pen is writing more and more hastily, Vicia is shocked, Wen Lin has already prepared for life and death.
On the last page of the paper is a sentence left by Wen Lin.
"My love, I firmly believe that you will prove to the world that all suffering is nothing in your eyes, that you are the one and only monarch who is destined to lead the Golan to glory, and I look forward to the Garden of Eden that I forged with you. ."