At the same time, the passionate music was played along with the bells of the White Tower, and the shaking white birds flew.

All sentient beings turned their heads to look in the direction of the church, which was the highest ritual of canonization by white-robed priests, with thirteen bells tolling.

The holy bell slowly swayed in the royal city, and everyone widened their eyes and fell into a strange silence.

Wen Lin, Wen Lin.

They began to re-evaluate and examine her again.

He is also the guard of the royal capital and the white-robed priest of St. Margaret's Church.

It is obviously a ridiculous and ridiculous thing, but everyone suddenly realizes that it is really ridiculous to witness everything happening.

An alien woman, intact, stepped on the dividing line between secular power and supreme faith in the Golan.

The sunlight reflected hot gold on Wen Lin's divine robe, and when Vicia lowered her eyes, a splendid shattered light quietly shook out of her eyes.

With a smile on her face, she picked up the king sword and landed on Wen Lin's shoulders.

"Your Mightiness,"

"Are you pious and faithful, worthy of me,"

"Are you honest and upright, would rather die than yield,"

"Whether you are a strong enemy at the moment, do not be afraid," [1]

Wen Lin raised her head and met Vichy's gaze, the tacit understanding and clear smile like waves kissing a reef were entangled in the touching eyes,

"My queen,"

"I swear I will love to the death,"

"I swear that I will guard in front of you, become your sword in the night, the Great Wall on the border, and I will guard every inch of Golan's territory for you,"

The moment Wen Lin took the oath, the expressions of the nobles suddenly changed. She was not taking the oath to the Golan royal family, but to Queen Visiah.

For a long time, the queen has maintained a delicate balance with the old and new nobles. She needs to rely on the nobles to pay taxes, recruit troops, and maintain the order and security of the entire kingdom.

In exchange, the queen will grant them authority, acquiesce in their development of their own power, and even sometimes, the queen will take the initiative to compromise in exchange for the support of the nobles.

And Wen Lin, an oriental alien, has no family, no heritage, she is a pure sword that can be held in the hands of the queen.

Likewise, it is a sword that would threaten nobles.

The interested people looked at each other and exchanged messages at the conferring ceremony. After Vicia and Wen Lin walked into the royal court one after the other, the ministers gathered together in twos and threes and discussed in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, does she want to attack us?"

"No, who can be sure, this new imperial guard will definitely stand by the queen's side, don't forget, she is wearing a **** robe today,"

As soon as these words came out, someone immediately refuted them sharply,

"But she knelt down in her robe,"

"Even if you kneel down, it is still the robe of the Catholic Church. Will the Queen really believe in a priest of the Catholic Church?"

After a short hustle and bustle, everyone's thoughts were different.

But one afternoon, Bessie and Namanel, who were far away in the mansion, had already received countless invitations, each of which was painted with the family coat of arms, accompanied by a flower, and many of the coats of arms were A powerful nobleman with a prominent reputation in the capital.

"God, Namar, what happened? Miss Wen Lin seems to have magical powers, she can always do some earth-shattering things,"

Namanel did not answer, but fell into silence as he looked at the invitations and flowers that were about to pile up into a hill.

Vicia and Wen Lin, who had lunch together, were standing in front of the sea map in the council room.

The sea map is carved on the smooth floor by craftsmen, and the sea conditions around the entire Europa continent can be seen at a glance.

Dragging her robe on the ground, Wen Lin pointed at a sea area above the Dover Strait with a long stick, and said,

"Your Majesty, in three days, I'm going to go here,"

It is a dangerous sea area, surrounded by reefs and dark gorges, but for pirates who are familiar with sea conditions, it is a unique hunting ground.

The light fell on Vicia's face, her expression was gentle, but her tone was cold, "The Holy Court ship that departed from Madely, the capital of the Sistine, and arrived at Brenz on the third day just happened to pass by there."

"Papal Judgment,"

Wen Lin suddenly turned to look at Visia, her black eyes burst out with a bit of repressed ferocity, the Holy Court seemed to be coming sooner than Tilia said.

The church is really annoying sometimes.

Wen Lin frowned and looked at the divine robe on her body. Although she had already made the most powerful counterattack in Wangting Square, after such a high-profile canonization, she was already inseparable from the church in the eyes of everyone. .

The toughness of Lucches' attitude was something Wen Lin never expected, but it just showed the trend of the church's decadence.

"Because of the defeat of the Suther family, the church has begun to feel strong fear and anxiety," Vicia explained from the side,

She walked slowly to Wen Lin's side, and suddenly put her hand on Wen Lin's neckline, her eyes were full of emotions, before Wen Lin avoided her, the other hand tightly wrapped Wen Lin's waist, not allowing her to step back half a point.

"Your Excellency, I don't like the way you look in the robe,"

The fingertips slowly slid down, gently rubbing against the soft ups and downs, and finally landed on the tight waist and abdomen.

With a single tap, the belt is undone.

The double-layered Chinese clothes slipped down one by one with Vicia's movements, revealing the graceful undulating satin shirts under the robes.

Very aggressive and provocative action.

Wen Lin's shoulders and neck were almost stretched into a straight line with her back, and she struggled to maintain a calm expression. She wanted to back away, but the hand on her waist was unexpectedly strong.

Turning his head slightly, the close gaze made the already hot and ambiguous breath even stronger.

The slightly cold finger pulp touched Wen Lin's lips lightly, and with a regretful sigh, Vicia let go of her hand.

She quickly turned around and walked to the door to tell Yaz

Madam, didn't let Wen Lin see her lost expression, "Go get a robe that Your Excellency Wen Lin wears,"

Mrs. Yaz was stunned for a moment, and calmly swept over the well-dressed body of His Majesty Vicia, before retreating with peace of mind to prepare clothes.

The robe was casually thrown on the ground, Wen Lin slowed down for a while, and then she pretended to be relaxed and joked,

"I'm the only white-robed priest in Lucches Bishop's Diocese now. I'm afraid there will be more occasions when I will wear a god's robe in the future."

Vicia's eyes lightened, she walked towards Wen Lin again, and held her wrist with great strength,

"Your Excellency, before you became the white-robed priest of the church, you already belonged to my royal guard,"

Wen Lin's eyelashes trembled violently, and she responded in a mysterious way,

"Yes, I belong to Your Majesty,"

Standing still, Wen Lin reacted for a few seconds before realizing what she had said.

The ears hidden in her hair began to heat, Wen Lin's throat slid, her eyes turned out of the window, and she bluntly moved away from the topic, trying to interrupt the current ambiguous atmosphere.

"Your Majesty, there is no suitable doctor in Yinhe Village, I want to borrow Dort from you,"

There was a chuckle in Wen Lin's ear, only to hear Visia softly say,

"Anyone in the royal court you want to deploy, just speak to Brown,"

"Thank you, Your Majesty," replied a little cramped.

Vicia stroked Wen Lin's wrist thoughtfully, and then let go.

Mrs. Yaz came in with her clothes just at this moment. After seeing the messy **** robe on the ground and Wen Lin wearing only a satin shirt, her eyebrows twitched.

It just so happened that Vicia and Wen Lin were standing very close at this time, looking very intimate.

Her heart sank, and Mrs. Yaz stepped forward and took the initiative to serve Wen Lin and put on her robe.

Seemingly inadvertently made several large-scale movements, Vicia had to retreat.

After Wen Lin put on her robe, Mrs. Yaz did not back down, but leaned slightly towards Visia, "Your Majesty, Your Excellency Eggers is requesting to see you outside the palace,"

"Let's go, go see him," Vicia said thoughtfully. The position that was promised to Eggers' guard was now given to Wen Lin, and she needed to come up with a suitable resignation to appease him.

While walking on the road, Vicia suddenly stopped and asked, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, have you seen Eggers? He is an excellent general, although sometimes too rude,"

With a light smile, Wen Lin deliberately lengthened her voice, "Your Majesty, I have not only met him, but also defeated him,"

Defeating the rumoured mad suitor of the queen always gives one a sense of other accomplishment.

"Yes?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere suddenly became lighter.

As the footsteps approached, Eggers, who was waiting in the outer hall, could clearly hear the heavier heartbeat in his chest.

He loosened his clenched fists, straightened the folds on his chest again, smiled just right, and had a meticulous and elegant manner.

Eggers clearly remembered the scene when he first saw Queen Vicia.

He is the second son of the family and is not qualified to inherit the title. When he was beaten again by his brother and nearly fainted, he saw the queen wearing a crown and a fancy dress. Carefully walked straight to him,

"How are you"

From that moment on, Eggers swore that he would do anything to protect the most beautiful rose in Golan.

Out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the gorgeous skirt, Eggers raised his head with joy, "Your Majesty Vicia,"

After seeing Wen Lin next to Vicia, Eggers' expression froze for a few moments.

Immediately afterwards, he showed an ugly smile and nodded towards Wen Lin, "Your Excellency the Guard,"

"Lord Eggers, we meet again," Wen Lin responded with a friendly greeting.

Vicia laughed in a low voice. She had never seen Eggers look so dull before, and a complicated expression flashed on her face, which was completely different from the previous fanaticism.

In Vicia's laughter, Eggers lowered his head even lower, losing to Wen Lin was already a great shame for him.

When he thought of the promise to be Wen Lin's servant for one month, Eggston lost his mind.

I don't want to ask for another explanation, I just want to leave quickly.

The high-spirited earl became dejected in an instant.

As if unaware of his change, Vicia smiled gently, "Lord Eggers, there will be a secret operation on religion in three days, I look forward to your help,"

"It's my honor to work for you," Vicia's consistent attitude obviously made Eggers feel better, and he blinked and smiled brightly.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin is solely responsible, and I hope you can take this opportunity to become companions fighting side by side,"

The smile solidified on his face, Eggers said almost gritted his teeth,

"Your Majesty, of course, I can't wait,"

The author has something to say: [1] Referring to the Knight's Declaration

Eggers: Am I doomed to eat dog food sprinkled by my boss?