From the outside, the manor is divided into upper and lower floors. The wood fence is wrapped with lush vines, and the sun shines in large areas, making it look warm and bright.

With good ventilation and lighting conditions, and the entire manor with a wooden structure, it will not be as humid as living in a cabin that is often shrouded in water vapor. Wen Lin is very satisfied with this.

Seeing Wen Lin's undisguised satisfaction, Humphreys smiled.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin and your subordinates can stay here for as long as they want, and the servants who stay here are at your disposal at any time,"

Wen Lin supported Hanvers' arm and got off the carriage, with a bright smile on her face, "Thank you,"

Elbo and his party were waiting for Wen Lin at the door.

They were like a bunch of weeds with withered roots, standing sparsely at the door, making it hard to believe that they were pirates who robbed the Holy See ships.

After seeing Wen Lin, they couldn't hide their excitement, but because of the existence of Hanvers, they had to restrain themselves.

Seeing this situation, Humphreys said goodbye very intimately, and agreed to meet Wen Lin in Port Royal the next day.

It can be said to be very thoughtful, Wen Lin smiled gratefully at him, and agreed.

To be able to provide such a place to stay, it should be considered quite a sum of money for Humphreys.

In the process of contact between the two, Humphreys always maintained the most appropriate distance, which would neither make people feel unfamiliar nor disgusting because of being too close.

Wen Lin suddenly understood why he was able to become a favorite of the Queen as a commoner under the strict social background.

With a sharp mind and means, but without losing frankness and sincerity.

Such people will be quickly reused no matter who they are around.

The carriage carrying Hanvers quickly disappeared at the end of the field, and the smile on Wen Lin's face disappeared instantly. She turned around and stared at Elbo and his group silently for a long time.

At the end, she stepped forward, took Elbo's hands, her voice was slightly choked, and she whispered, "Housekeeper,"

Elbo's wrinkled and vicissitudes face shook violently a few times, he opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Pete, who has always been carefree, may not be able to stand the sudden solemn atmosphere. He poked the ground a few times with his crutches, and cursed impatiently.

"If you don't go in, my fat man with a broken leg can't hold on anymore."

Immediately, everyone seemed to be returning to the warm-blooded and tacit time at sea. They looked at each other, smiled, and walked around Wen Lin to the manor, and couldn't help asking Wen Lin's experience during this time.

Picking up some near misses, Wen Lin quickly regained her calm mood, even a little cold.

As if the sadness that was exposed just now never existed.

The reaction of everyone was even more strange. They seemed to have long been used to Wen Lin, who was alienated, and continued to talk casually, but there were always obscure eyes swept over her.

Unconsciously clenching the long knife, Wen Lin looked around at everyone and counted again, twenty people, no more or less.

But that night, someone clearly fell on the arena.

"Who was injured in the arena?" Wen Lin asked.

After a few teasing low laughs, Pete raised the crutches in his hand to signal, "Maybe it's injured, and those fools with high self-esteem don't know how long they haven't practiced archery well."

There is a distinct arrow mark on the handle of the upper half of the cane.

Wen Lin leaned back on the back of the chair, her posture was slightly relaxed, and joked, "Mr. Pete, excessive arrogance is not a good character, you should be thankful for your good luck,"

There were a few more brisk laughter, but heavy topics were inevitable.

"We lost the Liberty and are now trapped in the royal capital of Golan, what should we do next?"

Everyone can see Hanvers' enthusiastic attitude. He must have no plans, which means that it will be difficult for Wen Lin to leave here in a short time.

They are all Haradel's old divisions. Logically speaking, they should not appear in dangerous environments that may be exposed at any time until they have found strong and reliable allies or have sufficient self-protection capabilities.

Everything has changed unexpectedly because of saving Vicia.

Wen Lin watched them and was silent for a long time, cooperating with Tilia, deliberately approaching Vicia... A series of premeditated plans were never discussed with them.

Maybe this is an opportunity to get them out of the way.

Broken leg Pete, who knows how to strike iron and repair ships.

Humanoid compass and chart of humanoid sea conditions at sea, brothers Bach and Bam.

A paranoid and daring medical genius Augustine.

There is also Elbo, who is blind but can walk precisely on the Liberty, and always stubbornly cleans the deck before sunrise.

…

If it weren't for Sutherland's relationship, they should all be able to live a freer life with their skills.

Wen Lin believes that she has never been a person with great love, and even to some extent, she is an extremely selfish and cold-blooded person.

She never wanted to carry other people's hopes, and she didn't want to be a savior. From the root of everything she did, the purpose was just to please herself.

But when she saw these people in the arena, Wen Lin was rarely shaken.

In this era, these sincere and stubborn emotions that can last for 20 years make her not hesitate to violate the most basic professional principle-in the situation where she has to protect herself, she should be the first to give up anything that threatens her, including human life. .

Half a year here is like a dream that is reshaping Wen Lin.

She often reminded herself that she should never be part of the mission of Elbo and his party, and that the long-lost glory and hatred had nothing to do with her.

She is an outsider, and it is the wisest choice to separate herself from trouble.

However, she failed.

Controlling the ups and downs, Wen Lin tapped the table heavily, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Staring at the table with her eyes down, Wen Lin said word by word,

"You are now residents of the Golan with legal citizenship, leave Brenz, go to any county in the Golan, hide your identity, buy some land, open a blacksmith shop, or become a serious businessman crew, all of these are fine,"

"Everyone, please forget Sutherland,"

What Wen Lin said was like a heavy slap in the face, mixed with a manic storm, mercilessly crushing everyone's 20 years of faith and persistence, making it difficult for them to recover for a long time.

After saying this, Wen Lin never looked up at anyone among them.

She stood up and walked out the door without hesitation.

"The blood of the Wen Lin family has never been a cowardly coward!"

"The lion flag on Sutherland Heights will never fall, even if you back down,"

Behind him is a rebuke full of indignation and anger, but with some kind of fluke expectation.

These two voices successfully stopped Wen Lin, but she didn't look back. The straight and thin figure showed resolute determination.

"I am Sutherland, it has been twenty years, let it be buried with the memory of the past,"

"Gentlemen, this is an order,"

Unspeakable shock and disappointment, everyone watched Wen Lin leave step by step.

Elbo, whose eyes were cloudy and dull, groped slowly to the door. He stubbornly raised his head in the direction where Wen Lin left. His long-blind eyes couldn't see anything, but his peaceful expression seemed to see something.

He moved his lips slightly and remained silent.

"My little master, whether you choose to pick up the glory or let it decay, Elbo will always faithfully follow your true wishes,"

After coming out of the manor, Wen Lin asked Hanvers' servant to borrow a horse. Wen Lin rode it and galloped towards the city gate like a deserter.

The howling wind swept his long hair and made a rustling sound, and the suppressed emotions seemed to be released in the wind.

She thought that she could do it alone, without the need to take the lives of those who have been tortured by years.

After entering the city gate, Wen Lin led the horse and walked slowly along the newly repaired avenue.

Vendors walked among the sheds, chanting loudly, and along the broad avenues there were goldsmiths, blacksmiths, clothing stores, inns... and taverns.

Wen Lin tied the horse to the crossbar at the entrance of the tavern and walked in.

On the left side of the entrance is a curved oak bar with wine barrels and cups, and seven or eight long tables covered with beige linen tablecloths in the middle and by the window.

Gentle candles flickered in the gloomy environment, and the figures were mottled.

A bit like a modern bar environment.

The bar is filled with rum, red and white wine, and whisky, ranging from the cheapest to the rarest and most expensive.

Wen Lin took out two Golan copper coins and filled a large glass of rum.

This is the drink most often sipped by sailors while at sea.

Cheap and spicy enough.

Picking a corner to sit down, Wen Lin started drinking sullenly, one sip after another, without stopping for a moment.

The owner of the tavern sat behind the bar and looked at Wen Lin with interest. There were a mix of people here, including degenerate nobles, travelers looking for excitement, alcoholics who were drunk every day, romantic bards, and free. slutty whore. Female…

But there is only no one like Wen Lin with an indifferent and pure temperament, especially she is holding a strange long stick that is tightly wrapped.

Very striking, very out of place.

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Long Dao: You are the stick, your whole family are sticks! I have never felt so wronged in my life!