Queen and Her Duke

Vicia, who had eaten lunch, seemed to be in a good mood. She walked back to the council hall unhurriedly, the wind picked up her long hair that fell on her shoulders, and her calm smile was still unpredictable.

There is only one thing that everyone can be sure of, that is, this guest from the East will soon become the upstart of Brenzi.

There is no precedent for a woman in Golan to hold office or be awarded a knighthood, but they have never seen a woman do what Wen Lin did.

What Vicia said during the meal had already sent a clear signal to them—to accept Wen Lin.

As the Queen's henchmen, they certainly knew what to do, a strong ally that no one would refuse.

Francis looked at Vicia's expression, pulled the lace lapel, and asked, "Your Majesty, what are your arrangements for Your Excellency Wen Lin?"

The identity of a woman is an unavoidable shackle. The church has rarely kept silent on the Sachs rebellion. Francis is worried that Wen Lin will have troubles.

Her casual gaze was withdrawn from the gloomy sky outside the window, Vicia glanced at William and said lightly,

"Guardian of the Royal Capital,"

"Your Majesty Vicia!"

"His Majesty!"

Two voices of astonishment sounded at the same time, it was the Minister of State William and the Justice Joberts of the Royal Star Chamber Court.

"A person of an alien race, do you really want to hand over all of Brenzi's army to her?"

"Obviously Eggers is a better fit,"

The Royal Capital Guard is in charge of Bruz's 50,000 army, an important position related to the safety of Bruz's royal city. Vicia's decision seems absurd and dangerous to all the ministers.

In the rebellion just a few days ago, their victory would never have been so smooth if Eggers had not intercepted Glendal's reinforcements in time.

Francis pondered for a while, everyone thought that the most important part of the battle was the appearance of Eggers, but Francis, who had experienced the war personally, believed that Wen Lin's influence was no less than that of Eggers.

When he returned to Wang Tingzhong that day, he found that the guards were not in a mess, but in an orderly manner with high fighting spirit. At the same time, the tactic of letting the archers focus on the right side to attack the horses was also very effective.

It seemed that both the knights outside Whitehall and the guards on the battlements were willing to recognize Wen Lin.

After thinking for a while, Francis took the initiative to say,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin may be more suitable for the position of a medical officer or an executive officer. She has no experience in commanding and managing the army. Even if you grant her the position of guard in the royal capital, she may not be able to convince the soldiers."

"What's more, Earl Eggers is back,"

Francis's remarks were not leaking. He did not expressly refute Vicia, but also expressed the concerns in the hearts of the ministers.

The faint smile on her face was still there, Vicia looked sideways at Francis, then quietly looked at the end of the corridor,

"People of alien races will not have a better choice other than relying on me. As for commanding and managing the army, just give her some time."

Vicia spoke casually, maintaining just the right elegance in her every move.

There were also ministers who wanted to say something to dissuade him, but were forced back by Vichy's faint gaze.

This made the ministers frown and feel uneasy.

When leaving the White House, the ministers very deliberately slowed down in front of Wen Lin, and looked and examined carefully.

Well, a woman with an elegant and gentle temperament can't see the murderous appearance in the rumors at all.

No minister with this idea has ever seen Wen Lin in the arena or her in battle.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I hope next time I will be honored to eat the food you made, even milk." The smile on Humphus' face was the most sincere. He was happy to see Wen Lin being reused.

Although most of the ministers who support the Queen's faction are new nobles, this does not mean that they have no grudges against Hanvers, who came from a commoner.

And Wen Lin, who has no family support, is in a very similar way to Humphreys.

Whether it was because of his personal affection for Wen Lin or the similar situation between the two, Humphreys was very happy to offer his olive branch.

Only people in the same situation can get more seats in the dangerous game of thrones.

From beginning to end, Wen Lin smiled and nodded, calm.

This calm and calm demeanor made many ministers admire secretly in their hearts, and naturally had an unusual impression of Wen Lin.

Vicia finally came out, and Wen Linning's smile deepened suddenly, "Your Majesty,"

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, I like lunch very much, but I'm more curious about how you processed the milk so that it has no odor and tastes so good?"

The maids backed away knowingly, watching Visia and Wen Lin walking forward unhurriedly side by side.

This time, Wen Lin rarely explained directly, but took Vicia to the kitchen.

Wen Lin's cooking skills are actually not that good. She doesn't like cooking either, but she is bored in the mountains. Over time, Wen Lin learned to cook some home-cooked dishes.

In order to save trouble for a long time, Wen Lin simply stayed in the kitchen all day, teaching the servants how to make the food more delicious.

When the two of them arrived in the kitchen, they happened to have a bucket of processed milk out of the pot, and the kitchen steward immediately brought two glasses.

Looking at the distillation tool in front of her, Vicia pondered for a while, and then thought that it should be related to temperature.

Wen Lin nodded, and took advantage of the situation to talk about popularizing milk.

The productivity of the whole Europa road is very backward, and the vast majority of people are trapped in the land to work hard, but they also worry about food all day long.

When harvests were bad or taxes were high, the poor made bread from peas, beans, oats, and acorns.

Most peasant houses have no fireplace, no windows, people and animals sleep in the same room, poor life, starvation, cold, messy life.

The living environment makes their nutrient-deficient bodies more susceptible to disease, and their average life expectancy is only thirty-five to forty years old.

Milk is a cheap and accessible food for the poor. If we can find a way to promote it, this situation should be alleviated to a certain extent.

While popularizing milk, Wen Lin also wants to promote more efficient farming methods.

The current farming method in the Golan is the three-yard system, that is, the land is divided into three plots, one for spring planting, one for autumn planting, and one for fallow.

This is already a more scientific way of farming, and there is a fallow period waiting for the soil to restore fertility.

But in Wen Lin's view, the utilization rate is still too low.

Ancient China has long since summed up a set of agricultural management methods of "deep ploughing and hoeing, thick dung soil, and land assistance". Compared with the Golan, the ratio of planting to harvesting is sometimes as low as one to two. The scientific farming method Stronger than too much.

With sufficient food, farmers will have more energy to engage in other industries, thereby promoting the economic development of the entire society. The royal family can timely avoid the embarrassing situation of financial difficulties through reasonable tax collection.

Wen Lin spoke in depth, Vicia listened intently, and the brilliance in the bottom of her eyes became more and more dazzling.

This is the first time Wen Lin has taken the initiative to talk about her vision for the entire Golan. Some aspects are too simple and crude, but after careful study, it is still worth a try.

No matter how hard it was to hold back the restraint in her heart, Vicia slammed into Wen Lin's hand and said with great interest,

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, let's go out of the palace tomorrow. As much land as you want, you can take it out from the royal family's possessions."

The cold dark light suddenly appeared and disappeared in the black eyes, Wen Lin smiled, avoiding Vicia's sight, and replied, "Okay,"

This is just the first step, Wen Lin slowly exhaled the heat in her chest.

Thinking of the cautious and unconcealed expressions of former ministers in the White House, Wen Lin raised her lips, and what she wanted should be delivered to her door soon.

Land, people, and armies.

Vicia didn't notice Wen Lin's sudden abnormality. She tentatively slipped onto Wen Lin's wrist. Seeing that Wen Lin didn't resist, she took advantage of the situation to hold Wen Lin's wrist and returned to the White House.

For dinner, the kitchen made chicken soup and noodles after many attempts according to Professor Wen Lin's method, and it tasted good.

Seeing that Vicia had eaten too much, Wen Lin couldn't help but feel better.

She rubbed the tabletop and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, your injury is recovering well. I should move out of your bedroom tonight,"

Suddenly startled, Vicia raised her eyes to look at Wen Lin. There was no obvious emotion in her eyes, but her eyes seemed to see through Wen Lin's soul.

After being silent for a while, Vicia showed a faint smile, "Okay, Your Excellency Wen Lin saved me, you can mention whatever reward you want, as long as I can do it,"

"A mansion outside the royal court," after thinking for a while, Wen Lin made this request lightly.

Some of the things she will do next, it is necessary to avoid Vicia and live in the White House, which obviously has many inconveniences.

Vicia's eyes trembled slightly, her hand hanging on one side clenched tightly without showing any trace, she restrained her smile, and pretended to ask unintentionally, "Is it uncomfortable for your Excellency to live in the White House?"

Wen Lin didn't know how to answer such a question.

After being silent for a long time, Wen Lin couldn't come up with a reasonable argument, and finally had to say, "Vishya, I want to see more about the lives of the people of Golan, they are your people, I can help them. Much more than the average person,"

Although it was an excuse, what Wen Lin said was also the truth.

Vicia frowned silently, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, when you leave the royal court, don't easily tell others everything you know, it is very likely that you will be designated as a witch,"

Feeling the concern in Vichy's words, Wen Lin's mouth curled up involuntarily. She thought about it before saying, "Your Majesty, I have only told you the story of the Garden of Eden, and I will only tell you,"

The eyes of the two met in the air and quickly moved away.

After that, neither of the two spoke again, and sat quietly at the table until Mrs. Yaz came to remind them that it was time to rest.

They walked to the bedroom together, and when Vicia walked in, Wen Lin turned around and walked next door.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, Vicia's expression turned cold. She walked to the desk and sat down, writing down some of the methods and theories that Wen Lin said while recalling.

Mrs. Yaz stood silently to one side, the Queen's face showed cold and hard outlines under the candlelight, she found that the Queen seemed to be angry again, is it for Your Excellency Wen Lin again?

Wen Lin next door didn't sleep either. She also sat down at the desk, picked up a quill and drew a long column pattern.

Lightning rods are also called lightning rods. After the grounding device is removed, the probability of being struck by lightning at the installation location can be greatly increased.

However, lightning is instantaneous and uncertain. It is obviously too fantastic to have St. Margaret's Church struck by lightning on the day of the Holy See trial.

Wen Lin silently wrote gunpowder in Chinese in the lower left corner of the paper. The formula, sulfur, saltpeter and charcoal powder are mixed in equal proportions.

The best way to do both is to use gunpowder if the thunder can't blow up.

The author has something to say: Friendly reminder: Both of them are black-bellied cubs~ At present, it is impossible for them to be unguarded against each other because their feelings are really stupid, unless they experience strong winds and waves together or after a desperate situation of life and death~

Wen: Mom, I want the church to be struck by lightning on the day of the trial!

Author: Then you beg me~ Hahahahaha, it's just a little thing to move your fingers~