The sunlight passes through the stained glass, blending with the burning lights to create a classical and gorgeous oil painting texture.

The queen sits on the head, wearing a purple velvet robe that hangs down to her ankles, with honey and silver lace and luxurious gemstones inlaid on it, and the nobles below the steps are all red tights, with half-length pumpkin pants gathered at both ends. Step on the boots decorated with gold patterns, which fully demonstrates the dress of luxury and status.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Wen Lin was a little surprised. When the maid asked her to change her clothes, she thought she was going to take her to rest, but she didn't expect to be brought to the room where she was discussing.

There was food and wine on everyone's table, but they didn't seem to care about it, and the heated conversation didn't stop for a moment.

When Wen Lin was brought to the end table by the maid to sit down, she did not attract the attention of the ministers. Only the queen who had been silent and listened to everyone's opinions with a smile glanced in Wen Lin's direction.

As soon as she sat down, Wen Lin was attracted by the aroma of the food.

During the time of her arrest, she had only eaten two meals, which were all toothless bread and tasteless broth.

On the table in front of him, there is a large plate of meat roasted to golden brown and fragrant, a large plate of fruit, and a large bowl of vegetable salad.

Picking up the knife and fork, Wen Lin unceremoniously feasted.

The meat is a combination of sea fish and beef, the fruits include apples, cherries, papayas, etc. The vegetable salad is mainly cabbage and carrots, topped with a thick layer of vanilla-flavored cream cheese.

Although it is far less rich and delicious than the eight major cuisines of China, it is already considered a luxury food in this era.

Wen Lin's eating speed was fast, but not rude. When Vicia's eyes swept over Wen Lin again, she obviously paused for a moment.

I saw that the barbecued meat and fruits on Wen Lin's table had been swept away, and the vegetable salad she was concentrating on destroying was about to bottom out, but her eating speed did not slow down in the slightest.

Vicia looked at the food in front of her with a contemplative look in her eyes. The food on the table is usually enough for four or five adult men to eat together, but now Wen Lin has eaten it all by herself?

Vicia has never seen someone who eats so much, especially it seems that she is still not satisfied?

After waving her hand to call the maid under the steps, Vicia gave a few words in a soft voice.

Everyone saw that the maid brought the barbecue on the Queen's table to Wen Lin's table at the end.

Regarding this episode, the ministers exchanged glances tacitly, and the discussion continued, but they always inadvertently looked at Wen Lin, a stranger who suddenly appeared here.

This was a small private gathering, and the ministers who appeared here were all Protestant believers and staunch supporters of Visia.

Before that, Wen Lin, who had no interaction with the ministers, attracted everyone's attention.

Wen Lin really wasn't full. She never got any real rest these days. The continuous wear and tear of her body made her eager to replenish a lot of energy.

Looking at the new barbecue on the table, Wen Lin's clear eyes trembled. She did not respond, except to continue to settle the food on the table.

But she couldn't help thinking of Vicia in her mind. When she was floating at sea, Wen Lin had heard many rumors about Vicia.

It is rumored that in order to secure the throne, she was tossed between men from all over the world, but no one could really get her.

According to rumors, she is ruthless and cruel, unscrupulous, even her own mother and teacher can kill without hesitation.

According to rumors, she is selfish and hypocritical, and she is a devil who betrayed her faith.

There are mixed rumors about her, but no matter what era it is, there will always be more or less mysterious rumors about women who can defeat men and take the leadership position.

But Wen Lin had to admit that in some ways, she admired Vicia very much.

After finishing the last piece of barbecue neatly, Wen Lin took a sip of the white wine on the table.

The mellow liquor slipped into her stomach, and Wen Lin sighed contentedly. Through the blurred light, she met Vicia's eyes by chance.

She is smiling, with snow-like skin, deep blue eyes, and a golden crown, just like the sun that crosses the proud mountains, and like the golden foam floating in the deep blue sea.

The queen who succeeded to the throne at the age of 20 did not show fatigue due to the wastage of trivial political affairs, but five years of years had precipitated her immature face with a dignified charm.

Wen Lin put down the wine glass and her heart was empty.

She deliberately shifted her gaze and looked at the ministers sitting below the throne.

The minister on the left is about forty-five years old, with black hair and black eyes, and a trembling gray beard. When he talks to the queen, his face is calm and steady, giving the impression of a wise elder.

The minister on the right looked younger and more detached, with a loud voice, the queen who often made jokes and the other ministers laughed.

But as the topic deepened, the atmosphere became dignified unknowingly.

"I will let the Sistine cubs know what a real man is, and dare to come to Xiao to think of the Queen of Golan before the hair has grown,"

"I want to interfere in the internal affairs of the Golan and occupy the territory of the Golan by means of marriage, bah!"

"Forgive me to say one more thing, the Catholics in the country are eyeing them, and we are powerless to fight against either of the Fasai and the Sistine countries."

"…"

Wen Lin listened intently, and quickly sorted out the ins and outs of the ministers' arguments.

The Golan is an island country located in the northwest of the Europa continent, facing the Sistine and France across the Strait of Dover.

The Golan has always been at odds with these two countries.

In particular, the relationship between Golan and Fasai can be called a feud.

Now that the Golan is weak, the Fazai troops are on the border of the Golan, eager to take over the territory of the Golan. As a last resort, the Golan can only seek help from other countries.

The Sistine's condition for helping the Golan was that Vicia would marry Prince Philip, the Queen's cousin, and promise to rule the Golan with him.

Everyone knows this is a red. bare. A naked conspiracy to force Vicia to submit.

Wen Lin couldn't help but wonder how Vicia, who had always been strong in front of her, would deal with this matter.

The ministers were still discussing heatedly, but the solution of the matter seemed to point to a way of marriage.

With her fingers resting on her cheeks, Vicia always had a calm smile. Occasionally, she would show a thoughtful look, but she never showed a trace of daze and anxiety.

It seemed that he had already made up his mind on this matter.

More and more ministers began to watch Vicia, waiting for her to give a clear answer.

The Queen, who had been silent, made them very uneasy, and they were afraid and anticipating what shocking ideas Vicia, who was known for her decisiveness in politics, would come up with.

But obviously, Vicia disappointed them this time.

"I have my own decision," Vicia's robe was blown by the wind, and she stood up, smiling indifferently, as if she didn't care about her own marriage.

Her gaze passed through the glass and landed on the overlapping rough stone walls outside, and she did not take it back until the courtiers were gone.

And every minister who passed by Wen Lin looked at her again and again with strange expressions.

Wen Lin's expression remained calm, she folded the dinner plate on the table and pushed it aside without changing her expression.

"Do you usually eat so much?" Vicia asked suddenly.

"Ah," Wen Lin was at a loss for words, she thought, if you hadn't been hungry for so long, she wouldn't have eaten so much.

"No, it won't,"

"Hahahaha," Vicia changed her dullness and laughed lightly. She walked down the steps, walked slowly to Wen Lin's desk, and then asked,

"Your Excellency, although this is very presumptuous, I still have to ask, are you full?"

"Have you eaten, Your Majesty, are you usually this boring?" Wen Lin rolled her eyes silently in her heart, and countered unceremoniously.

It was a rude attitude that was completely different from hers, but there was no anger on Vicia's face.

Unexplainable eyes framed Wen Lin's face, Vicia said softly, "If you can continue to win tonight, I promise to acquit your subordinates,"

"I believe that His Majesty can do what he says," Wen Lin smiled, her hands slowly closing, and she responded quickly.

However, a trace of malice swept across the corner of Vicia's lips, and she continued,

"But there is an additional small condition, Your Excellency, I need you to help me kill someone, Livorna, the second knight of the Holy Empire."

"Tonight, you'll see him on the court,"

"Don't reject me,"

Vicia suddenly leaned over, put her index finger on Wen Lin's lips, and her gentle voice seemed like a lover's whisper in a trance.

The Grand Catholic Church is the Holy Empire. They have countless loyal followers on the Europa continent. In addition, they also have powerful knights in various countries.

In the eyes of the people, it is the embodiment of light and glory, judging all the sins of the world.

But for the Protestant Golan, it was a source of turmoil and threat.

All efforts must be made to remove it as soon as possible.

Wen Lin lowered her eyes slowly, covering the waves in her eyes in time, and she moved back a distance.

But the heat on his lips did not subside, but became more scorching.

Wanting to cover it up, she picked up the wine glass and sipped it on her lips. Wen Lin was silent for a long time. She looked up at Vicia and said, "What if I can't defeat him?"

"Either he dies, or you die, there is no third option."

Vicia frowned slightly, she straightened up, and resumed her aloof posture, her blue eyes emitting a faint cold light.

As if the ambiguity just now never existed.

Laughing out of nowhere, Wen Lin began to bargain for granted, "Your Majesty, if I win, I demand that in addition to the release of my subordinates, we will also be granted the status of legal Golan freemen,"

"I accept your request," Vicia smiled and looked at Wen Lin expectantly.

If she can achieve her own goals, she is never stingy and shows the generosity and kindness of the monarch.

"You are indeed as rumored, ruthless and cruel, unscrupulous," Wen Lin licked the wine from the corner of her mouth, and the darkness filled her pupils.

"Your Excellency, I never deny them," Vicia looked startled, but quickly returned to normal.

She lifted her skirt gracefully without any chaotic steps, and Shi Shiran disappeared from Wen Lin's field of vision.

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