The person who came was the attendant beside Hanvers. Wen Lin looked at Vicia, and when she saw her nodding silently, Wen Lin hurried away without saying anything.

On the last visit, Father Carson was apparently in the presence of Vicia and had nothing to say.

Wen Lin originally thought of asking again in a few days, but unexpectedly something unexpected happened.

I hurried to Fangtings Monastery with my attendants, and what I saw was unexpected.

The monastery was burnt with only a pile of wreckage. Outside the monastery were crowds and guards armed with weapons, and the atmosphere was tense.

After seeing Wen Lin, the crowd suddenly became restless, and some people shouted,

"It's her,"

"It was after she left that day that Father Carson gave us all the things in the convent,"

"But after a day, the monastery caught fire, and Father Carson was burned to death in it. It must have something to do with this woman,"

The crowd collided violently, trying to break through the guard's line of defense. Humphreys arrived here first and ordered without hesitation.

After a while, the smell of blood flowed in the air, and under the strong suppression, the crowd fell into silence for a short time.

Frowning calmly, she took her eyes away from a few ragged but apparently fit people, and Wen Lin calmly walked into the monastery.

In the front yard were two corpses, covered with linen.

Hanvers stood aside, holding the long sword around his waist tightly, and said coldly,

"I asked the surrounding residents. The fire started at noon. This monastery is a wooden structure. It is far from the river.

"Look for a dagger," Wen Lin lifted the white cloth with a cold expression.

The surfaces of both corpses were burnt to a charred black, and the outlines of the limbs could barely be discerned.

After getting the dagger, Wen Lin asked the guards to line up in front of the corpse, blocking the view of the crowd.

Watching Wen Lin raise the knife without warning, Humphus was suddenly shocked. Although Wen Lin was with Arteta all day long, Wen Lin's unfazed act of dissecting the corpse still brought a lot to Humphus. Not a small shock.

He stood there in a daze, until Wen Lin dropped the dagger hand and suddenly came back to her senses.

The clergy were honored while they were alive, and even in death, their remains should be treated with care.

Wen Lin's daring act of disrespecting gods radiated from her bones deeply shocked Hanvers.

"The stomach and trachea were clean, and no charcoal was found, indicating that they were not burned to death, but were burned to such a degree after death. There was no obvious puncture wound on the body, and the cause of death may have been in the head. superior,"

Wen Lin said and knocked on her head, she turned and walked towards the embers that had been extinguished.

There were messes all over the place, and the only thing that was not burnt was the icon in the chapel. The cast iron body was blackened by the fire, which looked very ridiculous in the current situation.

Wen Lin raised her neck, looked at the face of the icon, and hooked her lower lip mockingly.

There is a conspiracy inside and out about this matter. Father Carson's attitude last time was hesitant to say anything. It seemed that he still had something to say to him alone.

After being deliberately arranged by the Holy See into the most chaotic and poorest monastery for 20 years, Father Carson has spent it peacefully. Why did he encounter an accident after he came.

Hanvers looked at Wen Lin from a distance. Against the dim background, she raised her head and stared at the icon, standing tall.

There was an inexplicable and incomprehensible cold aura lingering around her body, and at a glance, it seemed that the icons were all crawling under her feet.

Thinking of what Wen Lin said just now, Humphus walked over to flip the corpse, his pupils dilated instantly, and a deep dent could be seen on the back of the head of both Father Carson and the old gatekeeper.

Although he has gone through countless cruel interrogations, Humphreys is still unavoidably impressed by Wen Lin's methods and insight.

I saw Wen Lin staring at the icon, walking forward slowly, walking around the icon a few times, and suddenly squatted down, pulling something with her hands.

Seeing this, Hanvers stepped forward and helped Wen Lin to sweep away the wooden wreckage under the icon.

He tapped his fingers calmly, found another point, and pushed hard.

In an instant, with a click, a square gap appeared under the stone base of the icon, and a knife edge was used to cut open the stone wall along the gap, and inside was a stack of paper wrapped in sheepskin.

Wen Lin reached in and rubbed it, and unexpectedly took out a small silver cross.

For devout Catholics, the cross hanging around the neck cannot leave the body until death, and there is no trace of the cross around Father Carson's body.

And the cross of the old gatekeeper, who is also a catholic, was tightly clenched in his hands.

Wen Lin opened the parchment and flipped through the contents.

I read several sheets in a row, all of which were detailed information about the people in the Fangtingsi slum, until at the end, a sealed letter came into Wen Lin's eyes.

On the envelope was written, "Please open this letter when you can leave Golan without any hesitation—to Your Excellency Wen Lin,"

All the details are linked together, and all of them show that Father Carson has foreseen his own death.

But who will start?

Wen Lin had a very strong intuition in her heart that Father Carson's death must be related to her own life experience.

Aside from Vicia, only Lucches knows his background, could it be him?

The chaotic sight swept across the dusty ground, and Wen Lin walked out without saying a word.

The crowd firmly blocked by the guards became restless again. Some of them picked up a stone and threw it at Wen Lin.

Gradually, more and more people threw stones, like a rain of bullets hitting Wen Lin.

The knight raised his shield to block in front of Wen Lin, but was rejected by her faint wave.

she is facing people

The group walked, the steps were gentle and elegant, each step was very steady, and several stones were passed by.

But not a single stone could hit her.

Let the crowd vent, and when the red-eyed people regained a little calm, Wen Lin has already walked up to them.

Under Wen Lin's calm gaze, the madness and hatred faded from their faces, replaced by the unease and fear that would appear when facing a powerful person in power.

Wen Lin stared into their eyes quietly, most people harbored deep hatred for being mistreated by fate.

When the atmosphere was shrouded in silence, Wen Lin spoke, "The guards retreat to the sides,"

No one dared to move, and Hanvers even shouted, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, you can't,"

As early as when Wen Lin first came, Humphreys told her about the current situation.

Fangtings Abbey is the only pure land in the slum of Fangtings. Father Carson treats everyone in the slum equally, uses the food that is already poor to help the poor, does everything he can to heal them, and give Masses. Blessed.

Twenty years of consistency has made everyone in the ghetto of Fangtings start to maintain this pure land with sincerity. Even the most vicious fugitives will put away their hostility when they see Father Carson. .

Wen Lin, who is now regarded as a murderer, will be in unpredictable danger once she leaves the protection of the guards.

Wen Lin didn't even blink her eyes, she said again coldly, "Everyone, get out of the way,"

"I can't," Humphus rushed to Wen Lin and roared in a louder voice, his expression clearly flustered.

A little helpless and a little irritable, Wen Lin simply held the long knife, tapped the ground lightly, and jumped up and down, appearing behind the crowd.

It all happened without warning, and it seemed that Humphreys' heart skipped a beat in his throat.

The first time the guards moved closer, but it was obviously too late, Wen Lin was soon surrounded by a crowd of ragged clothes.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn. Perhaps Wen Lin's eyes were too attractive. Although everyone surrounded her, they always kept a distance of about one meter.

Holding long sticks, shovels and other weapons in their hands, they stared at Wen Lin angrily.

A scrawny child squeezed out of the crowd, looking pale and miserable,

"Why do you want to kill Father Carson? He has already been driven in here, and he will not hinder you. Those of us who were born abandoned by God will not dare to hinder the adults in anything."

This is not like what a child can say, Wen Lin's eyes fell on him, and her eyes were slightly touched.

It looked like a ten-year-old boy, with thin limbs and deeply sunken cheeks on both sides. The whole person seemed to be wrapped in a layer of skin, which was very penetrating.

But people like him, who were in a miserable situation and forced to mature prematurely by desperate circumstances, abounded in the ghetto of Fangtings.

Wen Lin squatted down slowly, her eyes were level with the little boy,

"God didn't abandon you, he let you meet Father Carson, and he let you meet me,"

"Believe it or not, I am not the murderer of Father Carson, who asked me to help you before I left last time,"

"Enough food, shelter from the blizzard, a steady job...and a chance for you and your kids to come out of here with an open mind,"

"Fate is unfair to you, but there is still room for resistance,"

The surroundings fell into silence, and blue veins protruding from excitement appeared on many people's necks.

From their background, will there be a day when they will be favored by God? Because of Wen Lin's words, the long-lost hope flooded out of the already numb and empty eyes.

But the high-ranking nobles have always liked to play with hypocritical benevolence and morality. Someone shouted sharply, "What about Father Carson, are you trying to use a lie to make us give up investigating the cause of Father Carson's death?"

The voice sounded full of energy, Wen Lin stood up and looked towards the source of the sound.

When it first came, this was also provoking other people.

Wen Lin's eyes swept away, and he immediately lowered his head in a guilty conscience, not daring to meet Wen Lin's eyes.

Looking around the crowd again, Wen Lin's tone was calm, and she couldn't hear her anger or anger.

"I will find out the real murderer of Father Carson. This is my promise to Father Carson and my promise to you,"

Under the gazes of everyone, Wen Lin stretched out her hand with the back of her hand facing upwards. The silver ring representing her bishop's identity shone with divine light in the sunlight.

"You are the bishop of Sol Diocese?"

Some exclaimed, some were terrified.

Although she knew early on that Wen Lin's identity might be a great noble, she never dared to imagine that she would be the bishop of Sol Diocese. The fear of lofty beliefs is deeply engraved into everyone's bones, even more so than royal power!

After Wen Lin revealed her identity, several figures in the crowd began to retreat in a panic.

The author has something to say: I am going to move in a few days, or move across cities. There are a lot of things that need to be handed over these days. I am a bit busy ~ I will update it if I have time.

Just a small question, guess who killed Father Carson. The people who know Wen Lin's identity are Archbishop Lucches and His Majesty Vicia. Who would they be?