Queen and Her Duke

Pour the last extracted alcohol into the sealed clay pot that has been prepared.

Wen Lin estimated that there were about 250 liters of gin in a small oak barrel, and about 25 liters of alcohol with a concentration of 90% could be extracted.

The ratio is close to ten to one, which is somewhat low. It should be related to the low alcohol concentration of the liquor itself.

Maybe try making your own wine later.

While Wen Lin thought about it, she turned to look at Vicia, and their eyes met unexpectedly.

The bright fire swayed in the bottom of Vicia's eyes, and there were strands of hot color flowing. Wen Lin's eyes flashed with surprise, she became calm, and walked towards Vicia with her lips hooked.

"Your Majesty, can I borrow your royal knight?"

In an instant, her indifferent demeanor was restored, Visia nodded slightly, and summoned the knight commander with a spear and a helmet not far away.

The cold light on the spear flowed, and the air around him seemed to become dull as the knight commander approached.

Wen Lin smiled lightly, and then ordered in a deep voice, "Except for me and Your Majesty Vicia, everyone present is immediately detained, under strict supervision, and not allowed to contact anyone,"

Like a thunder that exploded in the sky, the others raised their heads in astonishment, their expressions suddenly changed, fearful and puzzled.

Vicia didn't stop her, she quietly stared at Wen Lin's eyes, which was flashing a heart-pounding, unrestrained light.

She had seen Wen Lin like this, on the sea, in the storm.

Just like a battle flag that was unfolding fiercely against the raging wind, her long hair was lifted high by the wind, and her backlit face was a confident edge that could no longer be concealed.

She stood there, with her hands behind her back, like a sword of judgment held high in Satan's hands.

It is the majestic momentum and the unyielding ambition.

The rising temperature slowly spread from the heart under the ribs to the limbs and bones, Vicia slowly bent her fingers, and there seemed to be something boiling in the blood.

Wen Lin turned her head and smiled, looking at the queen with deep eyes,

"Your Majesty Vicia, wait for me for a while, you will see my sincerity,"

Frowning, doubtful eyes fell on the gradually receding back, quietly shaking off the bright broken light in the elongated shadow.

This time, Wen Lin didn't leave Vicia to dry, she quickly turned back, holding a freshly picked rose in her hand.

Intense color and attractive aroma.

Watching Wen Lin approaching calmly, Vicia's eyes flashed lightly, but she couldn't guess what Wen Lin was going to do for a while.

I saw that she poured out some of the alcohol she had extracted, mixed some water into it, and poured it all on the roses.

Leaning over to pick up a burning firewood, with a light tap, the sparks made a beautiful arc in the air and landed on the flower.

In an instant, a light blue flame ignited.

A red rose in full bloom in flames.

Wen Lin held it and bent over in front of Vicia, "Your Majesty, my sincerity,"

The swaying blue flames lingered in the shadows between the two of them. Vicia skillfully concealed the surprise in her heart, and she reached out to take the flowers.

It was close to Wen Lin's warm fingertips and left with a single touch.

The blue flame burns to extinction, while the rose remains intact.

The cold facial features smiled vividly, Wen Lin spoke first to Vicia, "It's not magic, it can be said to be a medicine that can replace spirits to cure diseases,"

During the conversation, Wen Lin took a few steps forward, and their breaths met each other. She lowered her voice, like a devil's whisper,

"Perhaps it can also be called the miracle that my lord bestowed upon the Golan monarch,"

Unknown, surprised, and a little wary and alert...

Vicia hid her emotions in the bottom of her eyes, her eyes outlined Wen Lin's clear face, her voice was slow and low,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, do you know what you are talking about?"

In people's general cognition, the church is the purveyor of God's will, and missionaries often perform miracles to prove the divine power that God bestows on loyal believers.

For example, foreseeing the future, controlling the weather, resisting the invasion of fire and floods, miraculously transporting heavy objects, relieving pain, exempting disasters...[1]

With these seemingly supernatural means, they spread the authority of the Church to every part of the continent of Europe.

Even if the monarch believes in the Protestant Golan, half of the people still follow the Catholic Church wholeheartedly, and they are full of deep malice towards Vicia.

They rebelled more than once in an attempt to overthrow the non catholic female monarch.

Wen Lin's words are undoubtedly blasphemy to the gods. With these words alone, she can be sent to the stake.

Lan Tong's eyes were as deep as abyss, but Wen Lin didn't read any blame in it, instead there was a vague expectation.

She smiled calmly, the brilliance full of determination flashed in her bright black eyes, Wen Lin said word by word,

"Your people choose to find spiritual solace in their faith because of poverty, disease, and innocence. Kindness cannot govern a country, but you obviously lack compassion for the pain and misfortune of your people,"

Wen Lin thought more than once why the Catholic Church had so many loyal believers on the Europa continent.

It was not until she met Bishop Lucches in Inn River Village that she began to look at the teachings of catholicism dialectically.

As long as there are people like Lucches in the catholic church, then the catholic church will always have loyal followers.

This is an incomparable headache for Vicia, who preaches the innocence of faith, and that Catholicism and Protestantism coexist on an equal footing.

But obviously those bishops who are high above, hypocritical and selfish, and used to oppressing secular power with the authority of faith, are not satisfied.

Perhaps, kingship and theocracy are in conflict, but she does not conflict with faith.

Those supernatural means, to Wen Lin from 21c, are nothing more than some simple scientific theories.

Since the Catholic Church can do it, so can Vicia.

Wen Lin has seriously thought about helping Vicia to secure the throne and helping Golan become strong. For herself, the greater the chance of overthrowing the Holy See.

Just relying on her own principles and remarks that can be regarded as shocking in this era, she will undoubtedly soon be regarded by the Holy See as a heresy that deserves to be punished by death.

But if there is Vicia's protection, all plans can be planned slowly.

"Your Excellency, are you blaming me?" Vicia's voice was very soft, she slowly lowered her eyes and looked at the flowers in her hands, her calm expression seemed to be brewing some thrilling thoughts.

Without waiting for Wen Lin to answer, she spoke again,

"A flower that burns perfectly in fire is not a miracle,"

For the well-read Vicia, after the initial amazement, she quickly began to think about the origin.

Wen Lin dared to call it a miracle, and there must be other unusual uses.

Taking a few steps back, Wen Lin slightly distanced herself from Vicia, using as many metaphors of this era as possible to explain the use of alcohol.

Fortunately, there has been a method of treating wounds with strong alcohol, and Wen Lin can explain the basic principles without much tongue.

Preventing diseases and improving the survival rate of the injured are as miraculous as the blessed holy water in the mouth of the priest.

"These things, including the previous creams and lip balm, all came from the Garden of Eden in your mouth?"

Hesitating slightly, Wen Lin nodded, "Yes,"

"Your Excellency, why did you choose to be honest with me now?" The smile on Vicia's face was very light, and her face was calm and frightening.

"You just started to trust me, didn't you?"

Wen Lin's answer was very clear, with a calm calm.

Carelessly looking away, Vicia walked to the distillation tool with an indifferent tone of warning,

"Your Excellency, I know you have many secrets. I choose to wait for you to confess to me, but first you need to hide them,"

Under the circumstance surrounded by tigers and wolves, a little carelessness can lead to endless trouble.

Vicia rubbed her cold fingertips, and the boiling blood gradually subsided. She was a little puzzled. She should have been pleasantly surprised by Wen Lin's actions, but her first reaction turned out to be worry.

Wen Lin is too dazzling and will be revealed to people sooner or later.

Under the brilliance of glory, there is always a danger that needs to be guarded against, just like the current self.

Wen Lin was supposed to be the unrestrained wind on the sea, and even her hair exuded the smell of freedom, trapping her here, Vicia felt a lingering sense of guilt, accompanied by an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

She will be her own, and only her own.

Thinking of Mrs. Gunneville's ending, Vicia frowned slightly, and her backlit eyes were dark and gloomy.

After a moment of silence, Vicia recovered her emotions and said warmly, "Your Excellency, tell me carefully about the Garden of Eden you speak of,"

Can clearly feel the attitude of Vicia's beginning to accept, Wen Lin hooked her lips, I don't know where to start, she suddenly remembered the poem after the oil painting,

"A nation of justice, equality, liberty, and order,"

"Without the oppression of clergy and kingship, the state is governed by the law, within which all men are equal and free,"

"The miracles in your eyes now, in the free garden of Eden, any ordinary person can do, those are the laws of nature that have been discovered and can be used,"

"As for the diseases that everyone fears now, like fever, smallpox, leprosy... they won't take people's lives easily," he said.

In a slow and slow tone, Vicia turned her head to look, and Wen Lin's eyes flickered with a gleam of nostalgia.

With a move in her heart, Vicia asked, "A certain country in the far east? If there is a chance, you may be able to return there by boat,"

With a low sigh, there is a little helplessness hidden in it, "No, for me now, it should be a country that only exists in my memory and ideals,"

The far east is no longer a familiar homeland.

Her eyes stopped on Wen Lin's face for a while, and Vicia then looked at the white wall in the distance,

"It's a country that makes people yearn for, but at least before death comes to me, Golan can't be your ideal country, but Your Excellency, I don't mind changing something with you,"

Stunned, accompanied by some indescribable warm emotions that precipitated around him.

Wen Lin's clear eyes trembled, she stretched out her hand towards Vicia,

"Your Majesty, being wise and protecting one's life and assessing the situation are the good qualities a pirate should possess. I have no reason to go against your wishes,"

Seeing Wen Lin's actions, Vicia stretched out her hand and spread her palm out, her eyes puzzled.

Wen Lin laughed out loud. She grabbed Vicia's hand and shook it in the air, explaining,

"This is a handshake in my ideal country, showing the sincerity of the two sides to cooperate in the future,"

The temperature of the palm was very warm, making people subconsciously want to let go. When Wen Lin wanted to withdraw her hand, Vicia clenched it tightly.

With a meaningful smile, "It's very interesting etiquette,"

The atmosphere suddenly became weird, and the eyes met, no one spoke, and did not let go of their hands.

From a distance, they stand side by side with their hands clasped.

The author has something to say: hey, I saw that the two plot streams were mostly solved last night...

[1] Reference from "Studies of Popular Beliefs in England in the 16th and 17th Centuries"

The foreshadowing of the reaction in this chapter, I don’t know if anyone can see it, Vihia has already determined that Wen Lin is the daughter of Gu Neville, she has a certain understanding of Gu Neville’s life experience, so in Wen Lin said When she made these shocking remarks, she could accept it so calmly.

can go back to the castle

Zhang went to see, Wen Lin asked Vicia what she would do if she was really the daughter of a traitor. Vicia's answer was not to try to go beyond the limits of her pampering Wen Lin. The deeper meaning was to remind Wen Lin. Cover her traitor's vest, because now Vicia can't guarantee that after Wen Lin's identity is exposed, she will be able to keep her.