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"Mrs. Gunneville, and perhaps your mother, too,"

Wen Lin walked to the portrait without saying a word, and stretched out her hand to trace the facial features of the person in the painting.

The person in the painting looks very similar to herself, but she is more gentle and soft. She stands in front of the window, the only beam of light in the dark room shrouded her.

Even through a painting, I can feel the gentle perseverance and soothing power in her eyes.

Without any superfluous background, the artist used all the beautiful brushstrokes on her.

Wen Lin looked at the inscription in the lower right corner, Lu Mi.

Restraining the inexplicable grief under her calm face, Wen Lin looked at Lucches with a calm face, trying to find something on his face.

"Bishop Lucches, I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about?"

Lucches was wearing a black robe and stood upright, the cross hanging around his neck glowed with a faint cold light in the dim light.

He didn't look at Wen Lin, his eyes fell on the void, as if he wanted to stubbornly see something.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, my mentor, Archbishop Lumi, was also Gunneville's mentor. The notes he left told me the truth of the year."

"The truth about the Sutherland family,"

Lucches spoke slowly in a very soft voice, as if he didn't care what Wen Lin said at all.

He knew that Wen Lin would definitely compromise for the truth back then. After finding this painting, he had the answer in his heart.

Her fingers trembled, and Wen Lin's voice was a little cold, "Bishop Lucches, all these are your side words, I don't trust you,"

Lucches has always appeared in the eyes of everyone with a selfless and selfless face, but today his successive actions are obviously conspiracy, obviously with ulterior motives.

Is it for the church?

Not surprised by Wen Lin's reaction, Lucches swept across the painting and slowly closed his eyes,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, only me and my mentor will tell you everything about that year, and my mentor has been missing for 20 years after Mrs. Gunneville's death. You have no choice but me,"

Wen Lin frowned, slightly surprised by Lucches' tough attitude.

When Wen Lin was silent, Lucches made his own request, which was unexpected and did not mean to make things difficult.

Listening silently, a very subtle look suddenly appeared on Wen Lin's face.

The request made by Lucches was too simple for Wen Lin. She regularly visited the believers as a priest in white robes; regularly taught the medical officers of the church medical skills; regularly visited the villages that the parish belonged to...

Even Wen Lin didn't need to attend any mass or prayer ceremony. Lucches gave her the rights of a priest in white robes and great freedom.

She couldn't understand more and more what Lucches was trying to do.

Until the end, Lucches suddenly opened his eyes, he paused for a long time, trying to make his voice softer,

"Priest Wen Lin, the Holy See trial is coming soon. I hope that you will appear in a village that has been hit by the epidemic, not the King City of Brenzi."

This is a perfect reason to prevent Wen Lin from meeting the Bishop of Judgment.

Not aware of Lucches' emotional fluctuations, Wen Lin asked indifferently, "As long as I don't get caught in the royal city?"

"Yes," Lucches looked up at her, expressionless.

After taking off the oil painting on the wall, Wen Lin nodded and turned to leave, "I promise you,"

From the very beginning, Wen Lin approached Lucches to wait for the opportunity to find out the truth of the year. She had no reason to refuse such an affordable deal.

Sitting still, Lucches turned his head to look at Wen Lin's back, her steps were slow, the sun shone on her body through the arm porch, the shadow behind her was drawn very long, and half of her silhouette was in the sun, Usually in shadow.

Justice cannot restrain her, sin cannot defile her, she walks between light and darkness, like a god.

Holding the linen tablecloth tightly in his hands, after Wen Lin left, Luceston felt out of breath. He didn't dare to look up at the icon on the wall, with a look of incomparable pain on his face, he whispered,

"Teacher, this time I didn't choose the Holy See, is this right or wrong?"

...

When Eggers saw Wen Lin again, she only felt that she suddenly became serious and low.

The dark clouds on the sky seemed to follow her, but there was no emotion on that pretty face.

The one hundred knights selected by Eggers were swaying in awe, with strong and fast warhorses under them.

Wen Lin stood silently in front of them for a moment, then packed up her emotions, got on her horse, and raised her voice, "Follow me,"

Everyone saw that Wen Lin's expression was cold and cold, and she chased after Eggers.

The knights were naturally unwilling to be left behind, and many of them were in direct contact with the rumored imperial guard for the first time.

No one would be stupid enough to underestimate her because of her status as a woman, after all, even General Eggers lost to him.

But the competitive spirit and fighting spirit engraved in the blood of the knights will boil over because of a more powerful existence.

The horses galloped for a while, but Wen Lin was always at the forefront of the team, and no one chased after her.

The frantic wind poured into Eggus's mouth. He looked at Wen Lin, who was on top of the dust, and increased the force of his whip, but he still couldn't catch up with Wen Lin.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to say something, but the wind covered his mouth, and he could only let out some broken whimpers.

Rushing out of the city gate all the way, Wen Lin finally stopped under a cliff.

With the neighing of the fierce horses, the knights gradually caught up.

Come.

There was no time for anyone to react, Wen Lin jumped into the turbulent water.

The huge stream of water pouring down from the cliff wall slapped the water surface heavily, churning out countless white foam, and no one could see the situation under the water surface clearly.

But looking at the rugged terrain around it, it is not difficult to infer that there are countless dangerous undercurrents surging under the water.

Eggers wanted to stop Wen Lin's hand in mid-air, he rushed to the water bank, trying to find Wen Lin's figure.

The knights looked at each other in dismay, and they followed closely to the water's edge. The dangerous water conditions made them stunned for a moment, and their faces showed indescribable stunned expressions.

Your Excellency Wen Lin just jumped off like this? And so far there has been no movement on the water.

Is she crazy? This question popped up in everyone's mind.

As time passed, there was still no movement on the water, and doubts were gradually replaced by worry and restlessness.

In such a dangerous water condition, there will be no accident.

Not only did the knights think so, but Eggers also thought so. He couldn't wait any longer. He neatly took off his armor and prepared to go into the water.

Unexpectedly, Wen Lin's voice came from above her head suddenly and clearly, "Knights, please be like Lord Eggers, take off your armor, put down your long guns, and prepare to jump down,"

"See the sandbar in the distance? I order you to swim there,"

Wen Lin actually appeared on the cliff, her long hair and robe were wet against her body, the wind blew a hazy mist, and the light dazzled behind her with gorgeous bright shadows, showing an unusually assertive and confident look.

Everyone was stunned. They didn't see Wen Lin going ashore just now. Could it be that she climbed the cliff from under the waterfall with her bare hands?

He was shocked by this most probable answer for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses.

Eggers was the first to speak, "Your Excellency the guard, forgive me, what are you trying to do, are you going to send them to death in such a dangerous current?"

An exasperated voice reveals being played. The anger she got, and she couldn't hide her happiness knowing that Wen Lin was safe and sound.

Swimming is a must for a qualified rider, but no one has ever been asked to jump into such dangerous currents, isn't that courting death?

Wen Lin smiled indifferently,

"Knights, the storm at sea is much more dangerous than here. In three days, you will meet the enemy at sea. Are you cowardly enough to never set foot on the deck?"

"I can do it, but you can't?"

All the complaints and incomprehensible emotions disappeared in Wen Lin's two sentences.

It's just swimming, a woman can do it, can't so many of them do it?

Eggers looked at Wen Lin, spat fiercely, and scolded lowly, "Mad," but he moved the fastest, and with a thud, Eggers was no longer on the shore.

The knights followed.

Wen Lin observed their condition on the cliff.

The water at the bottom of the cliff is critical, and the undercurrent is surging. It is difficult to avoid without special training in coping skills, but if there is no accident, at best, you will be embarrassed and choked a few more saliva.

The further you swim, the wider the river bank, the smoother the current, and the rest of the distance from the sandbar is a pure test of their stamina.

Golan's navy is very weak. When Wen Lin was a pirate, a single ship could often turn their fleet around.

The most surprising thing is that they often fell into the sea and choked to death during combat.

Good water quality is essential for navigating the sea with ease.

However, Wen Lin was still too optimistic. After a while, a call for help appeared under the water. Eggers was returning a knight with a leg cramp back to the shore.

When Eggers looked up again, he watched in horror as Wen Lin jumped off the cliff.

"No," Wen Lin had already fallen into the water before the voice landed.

After a while, she dragged up another knight trapped in the undercurrent.

Eggers looked at her dully, wondering if what he saw was real?

Is Wen Lin a monster? She is obviously a woman, why is she so strong.

Whether in battle, or in Yinhe Village, or at this time.

Eggers stared blankly at Wen Lin and explained to the knights who were dragged ashore how to deal with the undercurrent, and encouraged them to take a rest and try again.

"You're a lunatic,"' Eggers suddenly cursed at Wen Lin.

Being called a lunatic by a lunatic, Wen Lin couldn't help but smile.

She turned her head sideways, "Your Excellency Eggers, thank you for your compliment,"

With an annoyed snort, Eggers went into the water and continued to observe the situation under the water to prevent accidents.

He knew that Wen Lin wanted to train the knights' water skills, but the method was really rough.

Eggers seems to have forgotten that he forced the knights to fight against him in the arena for half a year.

Wen Lin looked at the sandbar from a distance. Someone had already boarded the sandbar. If she was too physically weak or her water was not very good, she would choose to rest on the shore for a while before continuing on.

After repeated tossing and turning a few times, the group did not return to the royal city until late at night.

Eggers took them back to the royal court, while Wen Lin returned to the mansion.

He dismounted, pushed open the door, and walked into the front hall of the manor.

Vicia was waiting for him in the front hall. Wen Lin subconsciously turned around to avoid him, but Vicia stopped first, "Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

Vicia frowned and looked at Wen Lin, the water droplets rolled down her face and meandered down the slender neckline, leaving clear water marks.

Her eyes fell on Vicia's hand, Wen Lin's heart tightened, and she took it back from the Holy See.

The picture that came was just set aside, although it was already covered by the veil.

Has Vicia opened it?

Has she guessed the identity of her treason descendant?

The author has something to say: Wen: If I'm in a bad mood, I want to fight or engage in zipper training hahahaha

Originally wanted to write more today, but when I woke up, it seemed that I was frozen and my head was dizzy. I tried to post the second watch. It is estimated that it will be later.