She had seen Wen Lin like this, on the sea, in the storm.

Just like a battle flag that was unfolding fiercely against the raging wind, her long hair was lifted high by the wind, and her backlit face was a confident edge that could no longer be concealed.

She stood there, with her hands behind her back, like a sword of judgment held high in Satan's hands.

It is the majestic momentum and the unyielding ambition.

The rising temperature slowly spread from the heart under the ribs to the limbs and bones, Vicia slowly bent her fingers, and there seemed to be something boiling in the blood.

Wen Lin turned her head and smiled, looking at the queen with deep eyes,

"Your Majesty Vicia, wait for me for a while, you will see my sincerity,"

Frowning, doubtful eyes fell on the gradually receding back, quietly shaking off the bright broken light in the elongated shadow.

This time, Wen Lin didn't leave Vicia to dry, she quickly turned back, holding a freshly picked rose in her hand.

Intense color and attractive aroma.

Watching Wen Lin approaching calmly, Vicia's eyes flashed lightly, but she couldn't guess what Wen Lin was going to do for a while.

I saw that she poured out some of the alcohol she had extracted, mixed some water into it, and poured it all on the roses.

Leaning over to pick up a burning firewood, with a light tap, the sparks made a beautiful arc in the air and landed on the flower.

In an instant, a light blue flame ignited.

A red rose in full bloom in flames.

Wen Lin held it and bent over in front of Vicia, "Your Majesty, my sincerity,"

The swaying blue flames lingered in the shadows between the two of them. Vicia skillfully concealed the surprise in her heart, and she reached out to take the flowers.

It was close to Wen Lin's warm fingertips and left with a single touch.

The blue flame burns to extinction, while the rose remains intact.

The cold facial features smiled vividly, Wen Lin spoke first to Vicia, "It's not magic, it can be said to be a medicine that can replace spirits to cure diseases,"

During the conversation, Wen Lin took a few steps forward, and their breaths met each other. She lowered her voice, like a devil's whisper,

"Perhaps it can also be called the miracle that my lord bestowed upon the Golan monarch,"

Unknown, surprised, and a little wary and alert...

Vicia hid her emotions in the bottom of her eyes, her eyes outlined Wen Lin's clear face, her voice was slow and low,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, do you know what you are talking about?"

In people's general cognition, the church is the purveyor of God's will, and missionaries often perform miracles to prove the divine power that God bestows on loyal believers.

For example, foreseeing the future, controlling the weather, resisting the invasion of fire and floods, miraculously transporting heavy objects, relieving pain, exempting disasters...[1]

With these seemingly supernatural means, they spread the authority of the Church to every part of the continent of Europe.

Even if the monarch believes in Protestant Golan, half of the people still follow the Catholic Church wholeheartedly, and they are full of deep malice towards Vicia.

They rebelled more than once in an attempt to overthrow the non catholic female monarch.

Wen Lin's words are undoubtedly blasphemy to the gods. With these words alone, she can be sent to the stake.

Lan Tong's eyes were as deep as abyss, but Wen Lin didn't read any blame in it, instead there was a vague expectation.

She smiled calmly, the brilliance full of determination flashed in her bright black eyes, Wen Lin said word by word,

"Your people choose to seek spiritual solace in their faith because of poverty, disease, and innocence. Kindness cannot govern a country, but it is obvious that you lack compassion for the pain and misfortune of your people,"

Wen Lin thought more than once why the Catholic Church had so many loyal believers on the Europa continent.

It was not until she met Bishop Lucches in Inn River Village that she began to look at the teachings of catholicism dialectically.

As long as there are people like Lucches in the catholic church, then the catholic church will always have loyal followers.

This is an incomparable headache for Vicia, who preaches the innocence of faith, and that Catholicism and Protestantism coexist on an equal footing.

But obviously those bishops who are high above, hypocritical and selfish, and used to oppressing secular power with the authority of faith, are not satisfied.

Perhaps, kingship and theocracy are in conflict, but she does not conflict with faith.

Those supernatural means, to Wen Lin from 21c, are nothing more than some simple scientific theories.

Since the Catholic Church can do it, so can Vicia.

Wen Lin has seriously thought about helping Vicia to secure the throne and helping Golan become strong. For herself, the greater the chance of overthrowing the Holy See.

Just relying on her own principles and remarks that can be regarded as shocking in this era, she will undoubtedly soon be regarded by the Holy See as a heresy that deserves to be punished by death.

But if there is Vicia's protection, all plans can be planned slowly.

"Your Excellency, are you blaming me?" Vicia's voice was very soft, she slowly lowered her eyes and looked at the flowers in her hands, her calm expression seemed to be brewing some thrilling thoughts.

Without waiting for Wen Lin to answer, she spoke again,

"A flower that burns perfectly in fire is not a miracle,"

For the well-read Vicia, after the initial amazement, she quickly began to think about the origin.

Wen Lin dared to call it a miracle, and there must be other unusual uses.

Taking a few steps back, Wen Lin slightly distanced herself from Vicia, using as many metaphors of this era as possible to explain the use of alcohol.

Fortunately, there has been a method of treating wounds with strong alcohol, and Wen Lin can explain the basic principles without much tongue.

Preventing diseases and improving the survival rate of the injured are as miraculous as the blessed holy water in the mouth of the priest.

"These things, including the previous creams and lip balm, all came from the Garden of Eden in your mouth?"

Hesitating slightly, Wen Lin nodded, "Yes,"