Queen and Her Duke

Astonished, bewildered.

There is also a bit of anger at being deliberately humiliated.

The condensed eyes seemed to see through Wen Lin's thoughts, Vicia sneered and fainted a little coldly, she still hooked her lips,

"Your Majesty, I was also angry, ashamed, and angry when you rudely undid my long skirt,"

Vicia's chest heaved up and down quickly, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, her tone was cold, and she said coldly condemning and accusing herself.

There was a momentary blank in her mind, Wen Lin pursed her lips, unable to say anything to refute.

Vicia's sight was like a sharp knife, cutting her open from the inside out, not allowing her to escape for a moment.

The stiff hand slowly lifted and landed on the tie behind the neck.

Wen Lin was wearing a loose nightgown. As long as she untied the ties, her beautiful body would soon be visible.

The cold fingertips pulled gently, and the nightgown slipped loosely from the shoulders, exposing a large piece of skin under the neck.

When Wen Lin was about to continue to pull the nightgown from her shoulders, Vicia's eyebrows twitched, and her blue eyes, who could not distinguish any emotions quietly, had some subtle changes.

She lowered her eyes and ordered, "Turn around,"

It's like a game that can be manipulated and manipulated at will. Things, Wen Lin's fingers secretly exerted force, and the edges of her nails were pale.

Biting the tip of her tongue, Wen Lin regained a sense of calm due to the pain.

Wen Lin felt more embarrassed by the look in Visia's eyes as if she was looking at an unimportant item, rather than unbuttoning her body-covering clothes.

In addition to the embarrassment, there is also a dull pain like being caught in the heart.

She had never been in such a predicament, doubtful, dull, without a thought...

The air in the room was cold, but Wen Lin was naked. A thin layer of sweat actually oozes out on the exposed skin, and under the outline of the lights, it depicts the warmth. Obscure color.

The posture of turning her back to Vicia made Wen Lin's body tenser and tighter, and the gaze of the man behind her made her look like a beam on her back, and she just wanted to run away immediately.

The two were silent, not far from each other.

It was a secret and long ordeal.

Under the chaotic thoughts, Wen Lin said mysteriously, "Your Majesty, did Lord Robert also strip and serve in your room?"

As soon as the words came out, regret flooded Wen Lin's dark eyes.

This sentence not only reveals a strong possessiveness, but also is extremely provocative and offensive to Vicia.

The sudden anger was like throwing a match on a wasteland covered with dry grass, and the manic wind instantly ignited the whole wasteland.

"Get out," Vicia's low, restrained growl was accompanied by the harsh sound of metal scraping across the stone floor.

The anger that was really revealed was terrifying.

Wen Lin's hand trembled, she didn't turn her head to look, she dressed very quickly and walked out.

Inside and outside the door are two completely different worlds.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Lin walked downstairs quickly, picked up the water and slammed it on her face, and the paused thoughts began to gradually recover.

The slender fingers were tightly clasped together, and she forced herself to deliberately think about the little poem on the back of the oil painting.

It seems that the only way to calm down the restless and flustered heart.

Over and over again based on logical derivation, over and over again halfway through.

After many failed attempts, Wen Lin had to stop, and after refusing to follow the maid, Wen Lin wandered aimlessly in the castle.

Thick dark clouds floated from the sky, obscuring the moonlight, just like Wen Lin's dull mood now.

Sitting blankly on the stone steps, Wen Lin's empty eyes fell not far away, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

All the things that happened in the past six months were mixed in my mind, and suddenly a string was plucked in my mind.

A question that had been bothering Wen Lin suddenly appeared in her mind, and it was associated with the little poem she discovered today.

When she came to this world, where did Wen Lin of this world go?

And all the memories of Wen Lin, who appeared in this world for no reason, in her mind.

She can be sure that the country of China in her memory is real, and it is also real when she came to this world.

The little poem just now was written in three different languages, one in Golan, one in Chinese, and one in Chinese that Wen Lin couldn't recognize, but she could guess her meaning based on the words before and after.

If Gunneville really came from an interstellar civilization, it means that it may not be accidental that he came here.

Is it possible that Wen Lin in this world is a replica left by Gunewell without any personal emotions, and her existence is just to wait for the real Wen Lin to arrive.

All the logic was connected, Wen Lin shook her head,

If the guess is true, then he is indeed the last bloodline of the Wen Lin family.

But what was Gunneville's purpose?

She has already sent herself to China in 21c, why did she let her come back?

Help the Wen Lin family to clear their crimes? Or is it really as the poem says, to create a society with justice, equality, freedom and order here?

This is ridiculous.

Wen Lin couldn't help denying herself, but she couldn't think of a more reasonable explanation.

Maybe Vicia knew something?

Thinking of Vishya, Wen Lin began to be at a loss again.

As a woman, Vicia is obviously a promising king who relies on herself, and she does not know what a long and difficult process behind her pride and fortitude.

How could he say baseless stupid things to stab her?

Those words were like a thorn, deeply pierced into Wen Lin's heart.

So now Wen Lin doesn't know how to face Vicia.

she stood up,

He patted the dust on his robe, raised his head and glanced upstairs, and quickly retracted it.

In the hazy night, something seemed to get into his chest, and there was a slight but long pain.

Walking into the deeper and darker shadows, the light was getting farther and farther away from her, but Wen Lin felt lighter.

She found a tall tree to lean against, and her whole body was hidden in the dark shade. Wen Lin's clenched eyebrows never loosened.

Inadvertently glanced over the cascading branches and leaves, there seemed to be a faint flame burning there.

There is a long distance from the main building of the castle, and there is a row of trees in the middle. It's so late, who will be there?

Wen Lin suddenly became vigilant and approached cautiously.

The beating flame clearly reflected the side face of Vicia with a little sadness. She was sitting on the grass with her knees bent, her skirt spread out like petals.

In front of her is a small grave.

Wen Lin hesitated for a long time, but walked out of the woods that covered her.

Under the astonished gaze of Vicia, Wen Lin slowly approached her, her face without emotional ups and downs looked a little grim under the weak firelight.

She squatted down and looked at Vicia, "Your Majesty Vicia, I'm sorry for saying such stupid and ignorant words,"

Seeing Wen Lin who was so close to her, Vicia's face changed slightly, she quickly restrained her emotions, and her deep facial features spread out the estranged majesty,

She smiled lightly, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, many people have thoughts like yours. If it's a last resort, I don't mind using my body as a weapon for Golan's sake, but Robert or all the mediocre people with high self-esteem. , was never worth my compromise,"

Her breathing stagnated for a moment, and Wen Lin was engulfed by surging shame.

She lowered her head, slowed her breathing, and said firmly, "Your Majesty, I will not let that day appear unless I die,"

Vicia didn't answer, she stretched out her hand to hook Wen Lin's chin and lifted it up.

"Your Excellency, are you promising your fragile moral sense?"

Vicia's blue eyes seem to be filled with countless twinkling stars, whether it is full of laughter, sadness, or anger, it is hard to deny that it contains breathtaking beauty.

Wen Lin opened her lips, wanting to deny it, but the cold fingertips first landed on the corner of her lips,

"I am the monarch of the Golan, the whole Golan is mine, and you will be mine. I don't need anyone's mercy and alms, I don't need the church, I don't need the Sistine, and I don't need you,"

The plain statement, but revealed a arrogant domineering, every word is loud and clear.

Wen Lin's heart skipped a beat, she had to admit that maybe she never saw Vicia clearly.

Hesitantly, "Your Majesty, I just want to tell you that I sincerely apologize to you,"

A few strands of hair hung down and swayed gently in the narrow gap between the two. After looking at each other for a long time, Vicia released her hand.

She stood up and took a few steps to the other side, her skirt sagging in a careless arc in the air.

The smiling face has disappeared, half of it is reflected in the firelight, and the other half is dormant in the shadows. It is as quiet as a statue outside the church door, only majestic.

After standing up, Wen Lin silently stood by, and inadvertently she saw the stone placed in front of the small grave, with a name engraved on the stone - Bonnie.

Turning his head, he thought for a moment.

Queen Bonnie died of treason, and according to Golan law, her body should have been hung on the Brenzi Bridge to be eaten by goshawks.

Who would have thought that he was buried here.

In order to secure the throne, Vicia can only draw a clear line with the former traitor on the bright side, and she can't even mention it.

Even if it was her mother.

Wen Lin's emotions suddenly became a little complicated. She was also a descendant of a traitor.

If the previous speculation is true, then he is the daughter of Harald and Gunneville.

This status represents an unshirkable family responsibility and a completely hostile position with Vicia.

unless……

When Wen Lin was staring at the grave bag, Vicia turned her attention back to her.

The lips were pursed shallowly, and the clear outlines showed an unpredictable indifference, and there was a deep meaning in the bottom of Vicia's eyes,

"My mother, the former Queen Bonnie, is buried here,"

Unexpectedly meeting Vicia's scrutiny eyes, Wen Lin didn't hesitate and replied subconsciously, "She must be a very good mother,"

This was an answer that surprised Vicia.

The night wind blew the long hair on the shoulders, Vicia raised her eyebrows slightly, and suddenly showed a little interest, she pointed out straightforwardly,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, she is a treasonous sinner,"

There were shallow folds in the bottom of her heart, and Wen Lin suddenly took two steps towards Vicia.

"Your Majesty, who knows what the truth was back then? Is he really a sinner of treason when he is charged with treason?"

"Oh, that's what Your Excellency thinks," Vicia turned sideways, avoiding Wen Lin's direct gaze, and no one could see the tenderness that suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Rubbing the back of her cold hand, Vicia walked back unhurriedly, and Wen Lin followed by her side.

The memory that was so far away was about to be blurred, and Wen Lin was able to get a glimpse of it along with Vicia's narration.

"My mother was a knowledgeable woman, who was merciful and merciful, sympathetic to the poor slaves, and gave her property to the poor,"

"In my childhood memory, no one in Wang Ting disliked her, they praised her as the wisest queen,"

"But my mother made a mistake, the deadliest mistake of her life, of giving birth to me without

is a boy,"

"The king who had no male heir quickly lost his love for my mother, and he united with the Holy See to make her a sinner of treason,"

"Soon the king had a new queen, but the funny thing is that although the new queen gave birth to a male heir, she died of a serious illness,"

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, isn't it funny?"

From beginning to end, Vicia's tone was indifferent, neither resentment nor hatred could be heard.

But these are obviously hatred deep into the bone marrow.

Leaning beside Vicia, Wen Lin reached out and held her hand, warm and cold.

The eyes of the two met, and it was an irresistible concern and warmth.

"Your Majesty, Queen Bonnie is not at fault, let alone your fault, you will be a very good monarch,"

Wen Lin didn't know how to comfort her, and her words were dry.

Ha~ With a casual chuckle, Vicia did not withdraw her hand, and the dull atmosphere between the two seemed to ease a little.

After a brief silence, Vicia mentioned Gunneville unintentionally, she turned her head, her dark eyes wandered over Wen Lin's face,

"My mother's teacher, Mrs. Gunneville, she has a very similar appearance to you, and she is also an oriental,"

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, Wen Lin raised her lips very slowly, a nonchalant smile,

"Your Majesty Vicia, it's my honor to be similar to your mother's teacher,"

"She also has a daughter, my memory of her is very vague, I only remember that when the Duke of Sutherland and Mrs. Gunneville came to rescue my mother, they were betrayed and my mother was beheaded. The Duke of Sutherland Buried in the sea with the Duchess, and the only heir of the Wen Lin family is missing,"

The meaning of scrutiny has not weakened in the slightest. Like a beast whose claws have been sharpened, Vicia wants to force Wen Lin into a cramped space that cannot be escaped step by step.

Feeling the pressure that slowly spread, Wen Lin couldn't help but increase her strength.

Vicia made a slight "hiss".

She suddenly smiled softly, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, you're nervous again,"

With Vicia's movements, a faint cold fragrance poured into her nose. Wen Lin looked at Vicia who showed a gentle side, and her sense of vigilance suddenly became stronger.

She turned her head calmly, and said faintly, "Your Majesty suspects that I am Mrs. Gunneville's child? But unfortunately, there shouldn't be such a coincidence in the world,"

Wen Lin's breath was calm and her expression was indifferent, Vicia slowly retracted the scrutiny that fell on her face, and she said in a low voice whether she was disappointed or fortunate,

"Yeah, there is no such coincidence in the world,"

After that, no one spoke, and all the way back to the castle silently.

Wen Lin sent Vicia to the door. Just before Vicia was about to close the door, Wen Lin suddenly asked,

"Your Majesty, if I were really your mother's teacher's daughter, would you kill me for treason?"

The spacious corridor was empty, and when Wen Lin asked this question, it seemed that the wind had stopped.

"Your Excellency, don't try to go beyond the bottom line of my condoning you,"

The bottom of his eyes was the usual silence, and no other emotions appeared because of Wen Lin's sudden question.

Standing at the door for a while, Wen Lin looked at the closed door and couldn't tell the meaning of Vicia's words for a while.

He absently followed the maid who appeared out of nowhere and returned to the sleeping room.

Wen Lin buried herself in the quilt, digesting the huge amount of information that day.

It seems that Vicia has no deep hostility to the Sutherland family, which is a good thing in every way.

As well as her own background, Wen Lin's breathing gradually increased.

Wen Lin's emotions were complicated for her parents who had never met. She always thought she was an orphan without a parent.

Wen Lin in this world has almost no memory of her parents. According to the timeline, Wen Lin should have been only two years old when they died.

It was finally confirmed that Wen Lin was still more inclined to escape.

She pulled the quilt over her head and turned to thinking about the assassination.

Those who were chasing him seemed to be overflowing with cold and murderous aura. When they approached, Wen Lin could judge that those people had a lot of lives on them.

Who is the one?

Holy See? Old nobles against Vicia?

After thinking about it, Vicia couldn't think of anyone who would spend so much money on herself.

Her head was a little dizzy, Wen Lin simply closed her eyes and waited to fall asleep.

A good night's sleep.

With the soft sunshine the next day, Wen Lin opened her eyes, and after a simple wash, she walked to the main hall.

On the long table, there is only one breakfast for himself.

Wen Lin asked casually, "Where's Your Majesty Vicia?"

Wen Lin asked very naturally, not noticing the slight change in the maid's expression.

Yesterday, the intimate behavior of Wen Lin and Vicia had spread among the maids. Some of them hadn't seen it with their own eyes. No matter what others described, they couldn't believe it.

And Wen Lin's casual and intimate gesture now seems to confirm that what they said is true.

Queen Vicia has never had more intimate contact with any man since she learned that Lord Robert was married.

She seemed determined to keep a certain distance from everyone except the servants.

The church often praises the holiness of the queen for this.

Even if Wen Lin was a woman, it was enough to surprise the servants, so their attitude towards Wen Lin became more respectful and thoughtful.

"Your Majesty Wen Lin, Her Majesty Vicia has already returned to the palace. The carriage has been prepared in the castle for you to leave,"

Nodding, indicating that he understands, and solve the breakfast

Afterwards, Wen Lin did not forget to thank her.

Under the scorching gazes of everyone, Wen Lin felt a little bit of a burden. She held the long sword and got into the carriage in an elegant manner.

Gently and politely instructed the coachman, "Go to the port of Port Royal,"

Sitting upright in the carriage, the stalwart castle gradually faded away in sight.

Thinking of everything that happened with Vicia, complicated emotions came, but Wen Lin had obviously begun to adapt and accept it.

As long as she did not appear on the same occasion as Vicia, her expression, breathing, and even the rhythm of her heartbeat were the same as when she was calm and contemplative.

After Wen Lin left, the maids also began to pack up and prepare to return to the royal court. Women's gossip-loving nature made them talk about Wen Lin naturally.

"It's no wonder that even the dull and boring Namaner praised Miss Wen Lin, she is really a very cultivated lady,"

"Yeah, I think not only does the queen like her, but soon the gentlemen in the capital will start to pursue her,"

They were talking about Wen Lin thanking her after breakfast. Nobles usually don't thank the servants for the food they prepared.

Wen Lin's behavior was very approachable, she didn't seem to regard them as servants at all.

Although a little apprehensive, there is no doubt that everyone is very happy in their hearts.

Ampton Palace was not far from Port Royal, the scenery outside the car window gradually became wider, tall trees began to be replaced by low shrubs, and a wide river gradually appeared in Wen Lin's eyes.

The capital city of Brunz is connected to the Strait of Dover through the River Thame. An endless stream of cargo ships sails on the river. The river wind blows tall sails, and white birds pass by.

Humphreys was standing on the dock, behind him were three or two officials and two lines of guards, who were talking to the people on the dock.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Hanvers noticed Wen Lin's arrival.

He walked over quickly, and the gentleman waited in front of the car, looking very enthusiastic to say hello,

Wen Lin also responded enthusiastically. She jumped out of the carriage holding a long knife and asked straight to the point,

"Mr. Humphreys, can you tell me what I need to do now?"

With a friendly smile, Humphreys handed the sheepskin book in the servant's hand to Wen Lin,

"Excuse my presumptuous interruption, I want to ask for some clues about the assassination,"

"Assassination?" Wen Lin showed just the right amount of surprise, "Mr. Humphreys, you know that I have only been in the capital for a short time, and I don't know much about everything here."

Although it has been more than half a year since she came to the Europa continent, Wen Lin spent nearly two-thirds of the time at sea, and most of her knowledge of the country of Golan was based on the information provided by others.

Hearing Wen Lin say this, the officials behind Humphreys unabashedly showed a look of contempt.

I don't know what Lord Humphries thinks, why he chooses to let a woman dictate.

Simply humiliating to them.

The officials other than Hanvers were indignant. They squinted at Wen Lin, suddenly their bodies stiffened and their eyes widened.

They saw the long knife in Wen Lin's hand, and the intuitive impression this knife left on everyone was tyrannical force.

Wen Lin originally intended to be low-key, but it has been proved by practice that the appearance of a long stick wrapped in linen is equally eye-catching.

But soon, the officials reacted and found out the reason for continuing to despise Wen Lin. Being able to win in the arena does not mean that a woman has a smart brain.

As they watched, Wen Lin calmly opened the sheepskin book and slowly flipped through the pages. After a preliminary understanding of the situation, Wen Lin asked with interest,

"Everyone, what is your opinion?"

She is slender and straight, and when she speaks, she is gentle and polite. With such a Wen Lin, it is easy for people to ignore the knife in her hand.

Perhaps being appeased by Wen Lin's attitude, the dissatisfied officials calmed down a bit, snorted, and began to talk about their thoughts.

"The inspection route is open to the public, and any catholic in the Golan may be an assassin."

"It's too risky if I say you shouldn't walk through the crowd,"

...

Some unhelpful guesses and complaints, the smile on Hanvers' face faded, interrupting them in time,

"The Queen's wishes are like this, and it is difficult for us to change. The important thing is how to find out those who are wicked,"

Looking back at Wen Lin, Humphreys asked,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, what are your thoughts?"

When dealing with Wen Lin, Hanvers always maintained a gentleman's demeanor, with a very gentle tone and attitude, without any uncomfortable pressure.

Shaking her head regretfully, Wen Lin smiled and suggested, "No clue, but maybe we can go and see the wreckage of the salvaged ship,"

According to the records in the book, Humphs and the others have carefully traced all the details that may have been manipulated, but found nothing.

The only thing that is certain is that this is a meticulous plan, and it is closely related to some nobles or wealthy businessmen.

After all, the person who can take out two ships as a tool for assassination cannot be a civilian who has no savings.

Wen Lin lowered her eyes, recalling the scene of that night carefully.

In a port with mixed forces, the two nearest ships exploded at the same time when the Queen boarded the ship. It exploded and set off several other merchant ships carrying barrels of wine.

burst. Exploding, screaming, falling into the water, wailing...

The firelight licked the wreckage of the ships until they sank slowly in the water.

The wreck of the ship, Hanvers had already gone to see it himself, no matter how it looked, it was two ordinary cargo ships, he asked a little unwillingly,

"Did you see anything unusual that night?

situations, such as pirate ships that shouldn’t be in port,”

Strictly speaking, only her Liberty was there that night, Wen Lin shook her head amusingly,

"You know, pirates never do business at a loss. They sneak into Port Royal and make such a big noise. It's not the style of pirates. I'm sure there were no other pirate ships except the Liberty that night,"

Port Royal is different from other coastal ports. It is just outside the city of Brenzi and is heavily guarded. Once exposed, it will be a life-threatening matter. No pirate is willing to ask for trouble.

"Then let's go to the nearby shipyard first, where the wreckage of the ship is temporarily stored," Humphus nodded and smiled bitterly.

It took a while to prepare the carriage, and everyone stood in front of the pier, looking at each other silently.

Wen Lin began to look at the boats on the river. Most of the merchant boats in sight were paddle boats, which could not only walk by wind, but also paddle by manpower.

The biggest advantage of the rowing boat is that it can travel at a faster speed in calm or weak winds, but it is a big burden for sailors or slaves who are responsible for rowing.

The Liberty is different from these ships. Wen Lin transformed it into a three-masted sailboat in the shipyard, equipped with a horizontal sail and a vertical sail. The horizontal sail can maximize the speed when the wind is down. During storms or strong headwinds, it can change directions more flexibly*1.

This is also an important reason why every time Wen Lin looted the Pope's ship, she was able to retreat completely.

Their bulky brig with cross-sails or only jigsaws couldn't keep up with the Liberty.

Wen Lin had carefully studied the development history of sailboats, and she had a lot of precise sailboat drawings in her mind. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she turned to look at Hanvers on the side,

"Mr Humphreys, do I need royal permission to open a shipyard?"

"No need," Humphus was very surprised that Wen Lin would ask this question, and he teased, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, do you want to open a boat shop?"

It's just a joke. Although the establishment of a shipyard does not require the permission of the royal family, it requires a lot of money in the early stage.

Humphreys didn't even think about Wen Lin's idea of ​​opening a shipyard.

With a faint smile, Wen Lin didn't answer, she just thought about it in her heart.

Now the maritime trade between countries is becoming more and more frequent, and strange continents similar to the Europa continent have begun to be discovered one after another.

But what is surprising is that the overall shipbuilding technology on the Europa continent does not seem to have been significantly innovated.

It seems that for this reason, it is difficult for ships on the Europa Road to support long-distance voyages, and the communication between the East and the West will be exceptionally rare and difficult.

According to the historical process, Wen Lin couldn't hide her curiosity, would there still be a country called Ming in the East?

In Wen Lin's impression, the Sistine is the country with the most powerful navy on the Europa continent, and the most advanced ship should be the Sistine's brig.

But it seems that their most advanced warship, compared with Liberty, still has a significant gap.

Maybe this will be a good business.

Just as she was going to the shipyard, Wen Lin suddenly became interested. She could take this opportunity to have a good understanding of the current shipbuilding process.

The attendant soon prepared two four-wheeled carriages, and the officer and Wen Lin were five people in total.

Humphreys and the rest of the officials went to the same carriage as a matter of course, and Ms. Courtesy was the kind of culture a gentleman should show at any time.

But Hanvers was stopped by Wen Lin at the last moment of getting into the car, "Lord Humphs, can I invite you to take a car with you?"

Looking at Wen Lin suspiciously, Humphreys clenched the hilt of his sword and confirmed, "Your Excellency Wen Lin wants to invite me to ride with you?"

Although Humphs never regarded Wen Lin as a delicate noble lady, and treated her with respect like a friend.

But no matter what, Wen Lin is a beautiful woman.

Golan custom, generally only lovers can ride together.

Wen Lin stood on the side with a smile and looked at Hanvers, seemingly unaware of the meaning of the invitation.

Even more coincidentally, although Humphs is in his late thirties, he has not yet been married.

He is considered to be a graceful and elegant uncle, and among the noble ladies in the capital, he has many admirers.

The expressions of the remaining officials suddenly became strange. They sat on the carriage, looked at each other, and then discussed in a very low voice.

"I'll just say why Lord Humphreys suddenly came looking for a woman,"

"Tsk, as expected, women are poisons, and even Humphreys, who has always been cautious, can't escape,"

Under the sighing laughter, there was even more contempt for Wen Lin. They closed the car window, as if Wen Lin was some kind of dirty thing, and looking at it more would sully their noble eyes.

Humphreys guessed that Wen Lin should not know Golan's customs, and when he was considering how to remind Wen Lin politely, Wen Lin had already got into the car.

In the end, Hanvers took the place of the driver and sat outside the carriage.

"Miss Wen Lin, in Golan, men and women are not allowed to ride together at will,"

Leaning her head out of the carriage, Wen Lin looked at Hanvers' blushing face, feeling inexplicable, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry after realizing it.

Wen Lin hurriedly explained, "Lord Humphs, I just have some questions to ask you,"

Wen Lin was still not so at ease when the favored servant beside the queen was her coachman.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, you can ask anything you want, as long as it doesn't touch the basic bottom line of my work," his attitude was still gentle,

The wheels rolled over the muddy pavement, kicking up clouds of dust.

Wen Lin shrank her head back and asked, "Mr. Humphreys, do you know a boatbuilder with very good skills?"

"I do know a wonderful shipbuilder, my friend Rhodod,"

Humphrey

Si still didn't expect Wen Lin to open a shipyard, he pondered for a moment and continued,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, do you want to repurchase the ship? But the Queen will return the Liberty to you soon,"

The identity of the Wenlin pirate, Humphreys knew from the beginning, as for the purpose of Her Majesty Vicia tying her to Brunz, Humphreys can more or less guess.

Sooner or later, Wen Lin will still have to return to the sea. After all, there is no faster way to obtain wealth than directly robbing her.

But inexplicably, Hanvers couldn't have any disgust for Wen Lin. As a pirate, Wen Lin gave people a completely different feeling.

The brilliance in the black eyes was pure, and whenever Humphreys looked at her, it always felt as if he was looking at a sea of ​​vitality.

Even at some moments, Humphreys felt that Wen Lin's temperament was exactly the same as His Majesty Vicia.

Even though Wen Lin was wearing the simplest linen burqa, her every move still carried a certain charming quality, like a truly ancient and noble aristocrat.

There is a fundamental difference from the arrogant and hypocritical nobles of the capital.

He always lowered his posture unconsciously.

Wen Lin thought about it for a while, and after thinking of a set of words, she replied to Hanvers,

"No, a qualified captain should know enough about her boat. I would like to take this opportunity to see how different parts of the boat are constructed differently."

The boathouse was ahead. Humphreys tightened the reins and jokingly jumped off the carriage, "To be honest, you are more like a scholar,"

Wen Lin followed. The boathouse was simpler than she had imagined, but the site was very large. The fence made of gravel blocks almost included half of the low hill. A scuppering vessel that appears to have been initially constructed.

After walking in, you can see that each area has its own division of labor. On the far left is a pile of thick logs. If you continue to walk forward, you can see the vague outline of the ship on the right.

After taking a few more glances, Wen Lin determined that this is the basic structure of a typical western-style ship, with keel, ribs and skin.

The steward of the shipyard saw that it was Hanvers and quickly took the group to the place where the wreckage was stored.

Not many parts were salvaged, most of which were only half of the masts, decks, and partitions that were burned.

The group carefully checked again and found nothing special.

They looked at Wen Lin, who was flipping the small pieces of debris, and even complained about Hanvers.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, can you tell us what you found? If you find nothing, isn't it a waste of our time?"

With a deep frown, Hanvers' face suddenly turned cold.

"Everyone, I invited Your Excellency Wen Lin to help find clues. If you think this is a waste of time, please tell me, have you found any useful clues in the past ten days?"

The officials who followed were all the old nobles of the royal capital, and they always looked down on Hanvers, who was a commoner.

Usually, Hanfus' temper is still restrained, and he will not be very strong in front of the old nobles.

It was the first time for him to ask a face-shaking question like this today, and they were so frightened that they stopped talking.

But the sarcastic eyes always fell on Wen Lin, and they exchanged glances, as if waiting for Wen Lin to collapse.

Kacha, Wen Lin suddenly took out a knife, cut off a section of the mast, picked up the small piece of wood and walked towards Hanvers,

"If I read correctly, the hulls of the two ships are made of sturdy but flammable sapwood. I remember that the sapwood species is native to the Berber principality. I don't know if this clue is useful to you. ,"

As soon as Wen Lin's voice fell, someone immediately jumped out to refute,

"It's a lie, it's obviously oak, Your Excellency, do you think we're all blind?"

Hanvers frowned and looked at Wen Lin, also puzzled, "Xu Mu? But when we checked, we found that