The skewers on the bonfire were juicy and juicy, just in the best state of browning and crispy.

Wen Lin pretended to be calm, took off the skewer from the head, put it on a plate, and pushed the plate in Vicia's direction.

Pointing to the rough iron rack and wooden sign, Wen Lin smiled and said, "This is the cooking method in my hometown. They are uniformly called kebabs. They taste very good. Your Majesty can try others."

"Your hometown? Grilled skewers," Vicia spit out a somewhat slurred pronunciation, her eyes were dark in the firelight, she picked up a bunch of mushrooms, and ate it slowly.

The taste is really good, Vicia nodded in her heart.

The bonfire was blown by the wind of the hunting river, and the bright and extinguished light lingered back and forth along the graceful necklines of the two.

The night spread out tyrannically, and Wen Lin was a little sleepy again. She raised her sleeves and yawned.

"Your Excellency, can you tell me about your hometown," Vicia asked coldly after finishing the last bunch of shrimp gracefully.

After being silent for a while, a bit of confusion and nostalgia flashed on her face. Wen Lin plucked the dry wood under the bonfire and said slowly,

"It is a very distant country with a more developed civilization. The weapons, tools, and even the most common cooking methods we use are more advanced than here. The most important thing is that our citizens are free and equal. , in the broadest sense, like a means of travel…”

"It's too funny, Your Excellency," Vicia interrupted indifferently and asked in a deep voice, "Don't you want to tell me that the weird skills and long knives that no one has ever seen come from the freedom you speak of Garden of Eden?"

The queen's eyes were like torches, vowing to burn through all lies.

Wen Lin maintained a calm expression and pursed her lips, "Your Majesty, this sounds like a very reasonable explanation,"

"Yeah, the rare oriental face, the skills and weapons that can't be traced, it sounds impeccable, but it's just unbelievable,"

Vicia glanced at Wen Lin lightly, as if there was a slight sigh and fatal danger in her emotional statement.

The surrounding air seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, gradually turning into a thick paste, forcing Wen Lin to answer Vicia's question directly.

The dark night seemed to be a long and endless end. Wen Lin's chest rose and fell for a few moments. She smiled faintly and said calmly, "Yes, how could Your Majesty believe such a clumsy lie?"

"Then Your Excellency Wen Lin has nothing else to be honest with me?"

Vicia slammed into Wen Lin's hand, leaned over gracefully, put a finger on the corner of Wen Lin's eye, and rubbed it gently until she fainted from the confusing red.

There was a slow sound of water in the distance, while Vicia's warm and rapid breathing was close at hand, and a clear pain came from her tightly clenched wrist.

The aggressive cold fragrance invaded her nose, Wen Lin calmed down and shook her head slowly but firmly, "Your Majesty, what do you want to ask? Please say it directly,"

Complicated emotions flashed alternately in Vicia's eyes, the night wind seemed to blow more violently, and the eyes hidden under the blond hair gradually revealed fierceness.

She put her elbows across Wen Lin's neck and pushed the person to the grass forcefully, "Your Excellency, has anyone ever said that you are really like a stinky and hard rock?"

The queen's chest rose and fell rapidly. She straddled Wen Lin and looked at her condescendingly. The anger painted on her face the magnificence that turned all beings upside down.

The eyes of the two were glued in the air, and there was a brief confusion in their thoughts.

Facing Wen Lin's insistent attitude, Vicia suddenly smiled contemptuously, she leaned down, her red lips brushed against Wen Lin's auricle,

"Your Excellency, it's not that I don't know anything about you,"

"The first trace of the Liberty first appeared six months ago, and since its appearance, the Holy See's ships have been repeatedly hijacked,"

"And one day you disappeared in the port of the Sistine, and when you reappeared, you rescued me in the port royal of the Golan,"

"Everything seems premeditated, doesn't it?"

Vicia spoke very fast, one sentence after another, as if one knife after another could not refuse to peel off the robe that Wen Lin was relying on to cover her body.

Opening her lips slightly, the smile on Wen Lin's face faded, and her hand on one side shook slightly.

Ships from various countries to the Sistine Empire often carry huge taxes paid to the Holy See. In order to ensure safety, they are not only guarded by heavy soldiers, but also engraved with the eagle pattern representing the Pope on the ship. Eagle flag.

The Holy See of the Catholic Church has countless devout believers on the Europa Road, including the royal families and nobles of various countries. Even the king's enthronement requires the baptism of the Pope to be legal.

No real pirate would be willing to touch this folly.

The emergence of the Liberty is an incredible anomaly.

In just half a year, several vessels of the Holy See were looted, and no whereabouts were revealed when the navies of the countries along the coast were sent to assist in the search.

According to Vicia, it is not difficult for Wen Lin to guess Vicia's current thoughts.

She must have thought that she had made some kind of deal with Sistine during the time she disappeared, or that she had been an undercover agent trained by Sistine from the beginning, and the purpose of all these actions was closely related to sneaking into the Golan.

Although the first encounter was a deliberate approach.

but…

Wen Lin also knew very well that Vicia needed herself, at least before the financial crisis in Golan.

"Your Majesty suspects that I am Sistine's undercover agent? But don't forget, I killed Livorna, can't you trust me? And you were the first to set a trap to capture me, and before I was arrested , do not know your identity,"

Wen Lin's black eyes were moist and moist, like a trapped beast willing to put away its minions under the firelight, her voice slowly softened, and some slightly soft ingredients penetrated.

However, this did not make Vicia shake her judgment.

Under Wen Lin's always calm gaze, Vicia gradually lost her patience to test and continue word games. She picked up a strand of broken hair on the side of Wen Lin's face and said with certainty,

"Your Excellency, before I came here, I went to your room and didn't leave any trace of you, even a hair. I don't think a pirate would be so careful."

"And during the time at sea, there were also shipwrecks. You turned a blind eye and saved me alone,"

"I have no doubt that you approached me for another purpose,"

"As for your argument just now, oh, you appeared too timely, not only have the treasure I desperately need, but also the talent and talent that I can't refuse,"

"Your Excellency, I am amazed at your talent. Even though I clearly know that you are full of dangers, I still desire your unreserved loyalty, and I still don't mind giving a higher stake than Tilia,"

Tilia is the queen of the Sistine, with brown hair and brown eyes, and is rumored to be the puppet queen elected by the Holy See.

In the dim environment, Wen Lin could still clearly see the cyan blood vessels on the queen's fair neck.

Swallowing quickly, Wen Lin properly concealed her heartbeat, which was disturbed by the rhythm.

This strong hunting stance made her very uncomfortable, especially when the secrets in her heart were exposed little by little.

The two faced each other in an up-and-down posture, neither of them willing to back down.

Their eyes met, their breaths blended, and the wordless exchange was more intense than a burning bonfire.

Annoyed, appreciative, ambiguous breaths gradually boiled in the cold air.

Just as the stalemate was stalemate, the sound of rapid footsteps appeared untimely.

It was Hanvers. He came running out of breath. After seeing the scene in front of him, he turned back subconsciously before he could put away his astonished expression.

"Your Majesty, the Sistine Mission envoy to Fasai encountered a storm, and they requested to dock at Port Royal, and Queen Tilia was also among the mission,"

After finishing his words in one breath, Humphreys gasped and patted his chest in shock.

The clip just kept popping up in his mind, my God, what did he see?

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The author has something to say:

The foreshadowing has long been there~ Wen Lin is not that simple~ Let me mention two small foreshadowings

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Chapter 2: When Wen Lin confronted Vicia, she pointed out that the Golan is a weak and small country, indicating that she has a certain understanding of the political situation at home and abroad in the Golan. There are so many countries on the Europa Road, why Wen Lin would What about Golan?

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Chapter 3: The whole piece of silk on her body, even if Wen Lin is very skilled, under the circumstance of extremely lack of things, a whole piece of silk is most likely to be obtained in the religious center Sistine~

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