Queen and Her Duke

The person who came was the attendant next to Hanfus. Wen Lin looked at Vicia and saw her nodding silently. Wen Lin left quickly without saying anything.

When he visited last time, Father Carson obviously didn't finish what he wanted to say because of Vicia's presence.

Wen Lin originally thought to ask about it in a few days, but unexpectedly something happened.

He hurried to Fontins Abbey with his attendants, and what he saw was unexpected.

The monastery was burned by the fire and only a pile of wreckage remained. Outside the monastery were crowds and guards with weapons, and the atmosphere was tense.

After seeing Wen Lin, the mood in the crowd suddenly became agitated, and someone shouted,

"It's her,"

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

"However, a day later, the monastery caught fire, and Father Carson was burned to death inside. It must have something to do with this woman,"

The crowd rushed violently, trying to break through the guard's line of defense. Hanvers arrived here first, and gave the order without hesitation.

Not long after, the smell of blood flowed in the air, and under the strong suppression, the crowd fell into a short period of silence.

Frowning calmly, she turned her eyes away from the ragged but obviously fit people, and Wen Lin walked into the monastery calmly.

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

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

"I asked the surrounding residents. The fire started at noon. This monastery is made of wood and is far away from the river. The fire could not be stopped, so it burned to its present appearance,"

"Go find a dagger," Wen Lin lifted the white cloth with a cold expression.

The surfaces of the two corpses were scorched 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 any warning, Hanvers was startled. Although Wen Lin spent all day in Yate Tower, Wen Lin's act of cutting up the corpse without changing his face still brought Hanfus a lot of pain. No small shock.

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

Priests are revered when they are alive, and even after death, their remains should be treated with caution.

Hanfus was deeply shocked by Wen Lin's bold approach that exuded no reverence for the gods.

"The stomach and trachea were clean, and no charcoal was found, indicating that they were not burnt to death, but were burned like this after death. There was no obvious puncture wound on the body. The cause of death may be in the head. superior,"

As Wen Lin spoke, she knocked herself on the head, and she turned and walked towards the embers that had been extinguished.

The only thing that has not been burned is the icon in the chapel. The body made of iron is blackened by the fire, which looks very ridiculous under the current situation.

Wen Lin raised her neck, looked at the holy elephant's face, and curled her lower lip mockingly.

This incident smacked of conspiracy inside and out. Father Carson's hesitant attitude last time seemed to be that he still had something to say to him alone.

After being deliberately arranged by the Holy See to be placed in the most chaotic and poorest monastery for 20 years, Father Carson has survived in peace. Why did he encounter an accident after he came here?

Hanvers looked at Wen Lin from a distance. Against the dark background, she raised her head and stared at the icon, with a tall and straight figure.

An inexplicable, inexplicable cold aura lingered all over her body, and at a glance, it seemed that holy images were prostrate at her feet.

Thinking of what Wen Lin said just now, Hanvers walked over and turned over the corpse, his pupils dilated instantly, and a deep dent could be seen on the back of the heads of both Father Carson and the gatekeeper.

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

Wen Lin stared at the holy image, walked forward slowly, walked around the holy image a few times, then squatted down suddenly, and grabbed something with her hands.

Seeing this, Hanfus stepped forward and helped Wen Lin sweep away the wooden remains under the icon.

Unhurriedly tap with your fingers, find another point, and push hard.

Suddenly, with a click, a square gap appeared under the stone base of the holy image, and the stone wall was cut open along the gap with a knife blade, and inside was a stack of paper wrapped in sheepskin.

Wen Lin reached in to stroke it, and as expected, she found a small silver cross.

For devout Catholics, the cross hanging around the neck cannot be separated from 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 held tightly in his hands.

Wen Lin opened the parchment and flipped through the contents.

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

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

All the details were concatenated and thought deeply, all of which showed that Father Carson had foreseen his own death.

But who will be the one to do it?

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 Lucchese knows his own background, could it be him?

With chaotic gazes flitting across the dusty ground, Wen Lin walked out without saying a word.

The crowd firmly blocked by the guards became agitated again, and some of them picked up stones and threw them at Wen Lin.

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

The knight raised his shield to block in front of Wen Lin, but she refused with a faint wave of his hand.

she faces people

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

But none of the stones could hit her.

Let the crowd vent their anger, and after the red-eyed people regained their composure, Wen Lin had already walked in front of them.

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

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

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

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

As early as when Wen Lin first arrived, Hanvers told her about the current situation.

Fontins Abbey is the only piece of pure land in the slums of Fontins. Father Carson treats everyone in the slums equally. bless.

After 20 years of consistency, everyone in the Fontanes slum began to maintain this pure land sincerely. Even the most vicious fugitives would put away their hostility when they saw 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."

"No way," Hanvers rushed to Wen Lin and shouted louder, his expression clearly flustered.

A little helpless, but also a little irritable, Wen Lin simply held the long knife, tapped the ground lightly, turned around and jumped up, and appeared behind the crowd after a few ups and downs.

Everything happened without warning, and Hanvers' heart seemed to jump into his throat.

For the first time, the guards moved closer, but it was obviously too late, and Wen Lin was soon surrounded by ragged crowds.

The atmosphere suddenly became dignified. Perhaps Wen Lin's eyes were too captivating. 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 bony child squeezed out from the crowd, looking pale and painful,

"Why did you kill Father Carson? He has already been driven here. He won't hinder you. Those of us who were born abandoned by God don't dare to hinder adults in anything,"

This didn't seem like something a child could say, Wen Lin's eyes fell on him, and the light in her eyes was slightly touched.

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

But there are many people like him who are in such a miserable situation and are forced to mature precociously in the poor area of ​​Fontins.

Wen Lin squatted down slowly, her eyes were at the same level as that of the little boy,

"God did not abandon you, he let you meet Father Carson, and let you meet me,"

"Believe it or not, I am by no means the murderer of Father Carson. Before I left last time, Father Carson asked me to help you,"

"Enough food, shelter from the wind and snow, a stable job... and a chance for you and your children to come out of here in the open,"

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

The surroundings fell into silence, and many people had blue veins protruding from excitement on their necks.

With backgrounds like theirs, will there really be a day when they will be favored by God? Because of Wen Lin's words, there is a long-lost hope in the already numb and empty eyes.

But the high-ranking nobles have always liked to play with hypocritical benevolence and morality, and 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 air, Wen Lin stood up and looked towards the source of the sound.

When I first came, it was also this that provoked others.

As soon as Wen Lin's eyes swept over, he immediately lowered his head guiltily, not daring to meet Wen Lin's gaze.

Looking around at the crowd again, Wen Lin spoke calmly, unable to hear any emotion,

"I will find the real murderer of Father Carson, this is my promise to Father Carson, and it is also my promise to you,"

Under everyone's gaze, Wen Lin stretched out her hand, with the back of her hand facing upwards, and the silver power ring representing the bishop's identity shone sacredly in the sun.

"Are you the Bishop of Sol?"

Some people exclaimed, some people were frightened.

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

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

The author has something to say: I will move in a few days, or move across cities. There are many things that need to be handed over in the past few days.

Just a little question, guess who killed Father Carson, the people who know Wen Lin's identity are Archbishop Lucchese and Her Majesty Vicia, who could it be?