On the fifth day, Vicia received a letter from Sistine.

The tone of the letter was extremely arrogant, not only asking Visiah to admit that the Catholic Church was the only state religion in the Golan, but also asking her to cede half of the Golan territory.

Obviously, there is no room for peace at all, all the ministers yelled, but Vicia was unexpectedly calm.

She read the reply several times and confirmed that it did not involve any information about Wen Lin's life experience, and the Holy Court was not aware of it for the time being.

That night Vicia took out the ball and letter left by Father Carson, and she opened the letter.

Unsurprisingly, the letter clearly stated the use and function of the ball, using the Chinese language and many unfamiliar words.

Vicia struggled to piece together the meaning of the entire letter, until her eyes stayed on the word "defend against danger".

Immediately, Vicia hurried to the White Tower with the ball and the letter.

The room where Wen Lin was imprisoned was on the top floor of the White Tower. According to Visia's orders, although the decoration was simple, it was very clean and tidy.

Wen Lin was sitting on the wooden slump with her back to the door. When she heard the sound of the lock being unlocked, she turned around and looked directly at Vicia.

All kinds of obscure feelings flowed quietly and delicately when the eyes met.

Wen Lin's eyes seemed to have warm fire beating, Vicia felt her throat was dry, she took the lead to look away, and threw the ball and letter on the collapse, pretending to be alienated.

Her eyes stayed on Vicia for a short time, but Wen Lin didn't care, she picked up the letter and opened it, read it carefully, her eyes darkened.

After a long time, Wen Lin chuckled inexplicably, "Is Your Majesty going to drive me away or kill me next?"

Frowning, Wen Lin turned against the light, Vicia couldn't see the expression on her face, her pale fingers clasped the railing behind her, "You leave Golan tonight, I won't kill you."

Wen Lin was silent for a while, she observed Vichy's expression, and could clearly see any subtle changes on her face.

"Your Majesty, what if I don't go? Are you going to tell me that everything was a ridiculous way to fool me?" He asked coldly with sarcasm.

It seemed that even her breathing was stagnant, the hand behind Vicia's back was slowly clenched, and then slowly released, the unspeakable suffocation feeling was like vines twisting into the limbs and bones, and the spikes pierced the fine meat in the flesh. gnawed.

The sarcasm in Wen Lin's eyes was engraved into Visia's bones like a blunt knife. Her breathing suddenly became a little short, but it subsided in an instant.

She was just calm, and she forced herself to suppress herself calmly, refusing to reveal a trace of embarrassment and unease in front of Wen Lin.

With this calm attitude, he approached Wen Lin mercilessly, and then nodded lightly, "Yes, Your Excellency, everything is just using your means."

There was a trance on her face, and after a while, Wen Lin's expression became a little loose.

She stood up and approached, staring carefully at Vicia's face.

But in just a few days, Vicia seems to have lost weight, the underside of her eyes is black and blue, and the lines between her brows seem to be deeper.

Her heart tightened slowly, and she was caught off guard. Wen Lin grabbed Vicia and hugged her tightly.

When the accumulated anger touched the struggle in Visia's eyes, it dissipated in an instant, and a long sigh pressed against the auricle, "Your Majesty, your lies are extremely clumsy."

On the day she was imprisoned in the White Tower, Wen Lin quickly calmed down.

Among the various measures in the reform of the royal city, which one was not approved by Vicia first, even the refutation in the parliament was negotiated by the two the day before.

Wen Lin admitted that very rarely, she would go too far, but those insignificant details could never really shake the relationship between her and Vicia.

Not to mention the use of this absurd argument from beginning to end, Wen Lin never even thought about it.

Everything that happened that day was too sudden and there was no warning. When the reform was in full swing, he imprisoned himself.

How should all aspects of it end after that? This is not Vicia's way of doing things.

Wen Lin thought of the unreasonable part, and began to think about everything that happened recently.

Wen Lin didn't dare to be sure until today when she heard that Vicia asked her to leave Golan.

She held Vicia's earlobe and bit it heavily, as if pouring out the dissatisfaction of Vicia's deceit, but also as if she was venting some kind of emotion that could not be revealed.

"Your Majesty, my background is exposed? Are the nobles forcing you, or is the Holy Court forcing you?"

However, in just a few words, Visia's mood was in chaos, and she had been thinking about Golan's situation and Wen Lin's situation without sleep in the past few days.

Vicia didn't even have time to think about what kind of situation she would be in if she was defeated.

When the storm came, she could only see Golan, but in the case of Wen Lin, she violated her own principles and will.

But her lover had already guessed everything.

Emotions fluctuated one after another, and now she can't hold back. Vicia's body was stiff and motionless. She could feel the unrelenting scorching hot and scorching eyes of the person in front of her.

Enduring the trembling, her soft lips brushed against Wen Lin's forehead, forcing back the shallow moisture at the end of her eyes. Vicia pressed against Wen Lin's shoulder and firmly pushed her away.

"Your Excellency, you have never listened to me, but this time, don't be stubborn."

After being punctured, the haggard expression on Vicia's face could no longer be concealed. She tried her best to stretch a cold expression and said again, "It's Sistine and Fasai, with three times the disparity in strength. go."

Vishaya has always fought like a fighter, she will never sit still and succumb to fate.

But this is a war with three times the disparity of troops. The invincible fleet composed of Sistine and Fasai is approaching the coast of Golan. Vicia does not know if she can live to witness the victory of Golan.

Wen Lin has done enough for her and for Golan, so let God satisfy her little selfishness.

No matter what the outcome of this war is, Vicia hopes that Wen Lin can live.

Vicia's attitude has never been firmer, revealing a certainty that cannot be changed.

Wen Lin closed her eyes, her clear thoughts were a little dazed and chaotic, and rushed towards her like a tide.

The more determined Vicia was, the more serious the situation became, Wen Lin knew.

Compared with the serious situation, Wen Lin cared more about Vicia's decision to let her leave Golan.

After all, the monarch of the Golan was born with selfishness for love, but in such an urgent situation of crisis.

Some kind of complicated emotions overflowed Wen Lin's chest. While she was happy, she also felt sad.

Wen Lin raised her eyes and looked at Vicia, and approached her again step by step, "Your Majesty, my long knife will move forward at any time for your will."

The tone was very soft, and under Visia's gaze, Wen Lin bent one knee and held her hand.

A kiss that was just a touch away, fell on the back of the hand.

At this moment, she showed her loyalty to the queen without reservation as a knight.

War, not even death, could hold her back.

The chaotic light and shadow jumped in the corner of Vicia's eyes, and she finally smiled, but the deeper worry that followed was like a surging tide.

The love between them has finally grown into a tall and stable dam, which cannot even be shaken by the storms related to life and death.

Undoubtedly, Wen Lin refused to back down.

The thoughts in Vicia's mind changed several times, and Wen Lin's decision shocked her, but her intentions would not change.

Half squatting down, Vicia and Wen Lin looked at each other, she put her fingers into Wen Lin's long hair, and wrapped a few strands around her fingertips.

"Your Excellency, then let us meet either in heaven or on the battlefield of victory."[1]

"My Majesty, I am very pleased."

Wen Lin approached and kissed Vicia's forehead. She didn't see the reluctance and forbearance in Vicia's eyes, and even the smile at the moment seemed to be covered with dust.

Wen Lin, who couldn't wait to inquire about the situation on the front line, obviously didn't notice Visia's abnormality.

They left behind the dark passages of the castle and went to the small study in the council hall.

Vicia took out the letter and all the information about the front.

Wen Lin's attention was instantly attracted by the letter. She suddenly mentioned the confessions of the assassins in the Fangtings slum, the dozens of confessions that deliberately provoke the relationship between the two.

Together, Wen Lin will tell Vicia everything she has found in the Fangtings slum.

Obviously, the one who killed Father Carson and sent the letter to Vicia was the same person who knew the secrets twenty years ago and colluded with Sistine.

But what is hateful and helpless is that they can't find the person in the dark now.

What is more important is the preemptive arrangement. Since they know the movements of Sistine and Fasai first, they will occupy a certain amount of dominance.

There are many battles in the past and present. Wen Lin frowned and looked at the reduced version of the map in the study, and was silent for a long time.

Golan's current deployment of concentrating troops in Glasgow is very secure, but it is difficult to win with the disparity of troops.

The most powerful fleet of the Sistine is the Armada. They come across the sea, and the main battlefield must be at sea or on the coast.

If they are allowed to land successfully, the situation will be even more uncontrollable.

Wen Lin slid her fingers towards the Gulean Gorge and said, "Your Majesty, I will ride here with the king to intercept Sistine's fleet. Before it approaches the Golan coast, from here, there are six more ambush locations. ."

Wen Lin was also familiar with the waters near Golan. She marked the suitable locations for ambush one by one, and carefully explained to Wen Lin the appropriate tactics for each location.

Listening quietly to Wen Lin's words, Vicia suddenly asked, "Your Excellency will lead the fleet to ambush?"

On the current Europa Road, the war is still dominated by rigid and gentlemanly linear tactics.

Even in naval battles, they were still accustomed to the gorgeous line-up of gun battles like knight duels.

They will use chains to connect the hulls together, which greatly reduces the flexibility and mobility of the fleet. Wen Lin, who is well versed in the art of warfare, will of course not use their tactics.

There was almost no hesitation, Wen Lin nodded of course, "Your Majesty, only if I go can I guarantee nothing."

After speaking, Wen Lin suddenly realized the obvious worry in Vicia's words. She lightly clasped Vicia's hand and said in a soothing tone.

"Your Majesty, I will do my best to ensure my safety, and the victory must belong to you."

In a confident and assertive tone like the day of judgment, she said, "Your Majesty, God will stand behind you today."

The familiar palm exuded a scalding body temperature, Vicia felt the rough touch on her wrist, and sighed inaudibly, promising to call the generals into the palace tonight to discuss again.

No one could see it, the determination that was quietly spreading in the pupils of Vicia.

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Ah ah ah ah, there will be 6,000, but it will be later, don't wait, it is estimated that I will go at what time in the morning, I will see it when I wake up tomorrow, now I will go to the barbecue first, and then write the second update.

The emotions have not been in place these days, compare Calvin!