Queen and Her Duke

Chapter 102

This year's winter came very early, and even Bruns, which rarely had snowfall, ushered in a long-lost snowfall.

Outside the Art Tower, a carriage engraved with the royal family's logo slowly stopped. Latimer got out of the carriage, thinking of today's task, with gloomy eyes.

Seeing Latimer standing outside the door without moving, his face flushed by the cold wind, Brown reminded in a low voice,

"Her Majesty is still waiting in the White House, Your Highness needs to hurry up."

Latimer has grown up, tall and straight, with the same blond hair and blue eyes as Vicia, handsome and tough, he just withdrew from the battlefield attacking Sistine not long ago.

In recent years, the borders of Sistine have been turbulent, and civil wars have continued. The ruling party headed by Tilia has become stronger and stronger, and it has been facing tit-for-tat with the Holy See. While the Golan has gradually become stronger, it has been declining.

Golan has always advocated a moderate foreign policy and strived for a stable development environment, but Golan's military has never relaxed for a moment.

After exchanging letters with Queen Tilia one day, Vicia decisively ordered to officially declare war on Sistine in the name of saving the Sistine royal family under the corrupt Holy Court.

Latimer expressed condolences to the front line on behalf of Vicia and won the first battle.

As for Vicia and Wen Lin's wedding, Latimer was not in Bruns at the time. He walked a few steps forward and suddenly turned his head to ask,

"Mr. Brown, do you think the teacher will really come back?"

Brown was silent for a long time before he answered, "Your Highness, I think you should know the real reason why the Queen initiated this war."

It was for His Excellency Wen Lin, for revenge.

Speechless for a moment, Latimer looked up at the heavy snow, with a sad expression on his face. Before stepping into Tate Tower, he said in a low voice,

"Teacher, like my aunt, I look forward to your return."

Through the cold and dark passage, Latimer stopped in a foul-smelling cell.

The one who was detained inside was the former Justice of the Star Court, Joberts, who was also a traitor who colluded with the Holy Court eight years ago. He was the one who informed the Holy Court of Wen Lin's life experience.

At this moment, Jobats curled up like a mouse in the sewage in the corner, and the former loftiness was replaced by rickets and dirt.

If you look carefully, you can find that his fingernails and toenails have been pulled out, and the first knuckles of his limbs are also missing, and there are layers of black scars all over his body.

He was already crazy, his limbs were twisted, his mouth was wide open and his head was constantly shaking, his saliva was falling, and he looked extremely disgusting.

Ever since he was captured in Yate Tower, he has not stopped torturing him for a day, but he tasted all the non-lethal instruments of torture in Yate Tower over and over again.

As for the rest of Job's family, they were all sent to the arena. According to news from the previous few days, they were all dead, and after they died, they were thrown into the herd for rations.

Now only Jobets is still alive. He is being taken care of meticulously. It is extremely cold outside, but a brazier is lit in his cell.

Every time he finishes his sentence, there will be medical officers with the best medical skills to treat him, eat the best food, use the most expensive medicinal materials, and hang his life by any means.

Latimer looked at it for a while, then said calmly, "Crush the kneecap and throw it into the copper bull."

Copper bull, also known as Sicilian bull, has a huge body made of copper and is hollow inside. There is a door that can be opened in the abdomen. It will be slowly roasted to death inside.

The mournful wailing of the prisoners during the execution was like the roar of a cow.

Latimer waited in Yate Tower until he saw Jobarts being roasted to death.

When he arrived at the White House, Vicia was sitting at the table, holding the parchment book in her hand, and the edge of the book cover had small cracks due to long-term touching.

Visia was already very careful, the paper inside was still getting old and yellowed under the years.

When Visia was reading, Latimer knew that she could not be disturbed, so she waited obediently aside.

Visia once again read Wen Lin's plan for maritime trade. In it, she described the mysterious eastern country in detail, and wrote more than once that if there was a chance, the two of them would sail together to take an adventure at sea.

Caressing those words lightly, Visia closed them with a sense of loss, and looked at Latimer aside.

She took Latimer by her side, and continued to teach him with Wen Lin's way, taught him to cultivate his own power, let him handle government affairs independently, and watched him slowly grow into a qualified heir, Vichy Ya smiled, with relief in her eyes.

Fortunately, Latimer did not live up to their expectations. As the heir of the kingdom, while he was well versed in the power of the emperor, he also had sympathy for the people's misfortune. He combined indifference and kindness very well.

Visia handed him another parchment written in Golan, with a calm tone, "Latimer, this is something your teacher didn't have time to teach you."

After a pause, Wen Lin continued, "Latimer, you are already a qualified heir. If one day I'm not here, promise me that you will never slack off leading Golan to a higher glory. duty of."

Latimer was shocked. He took the parchment and flipped through it for a few times. It contained the summarized plans for Golan's development.

He looked up at Vicia, and was surprised that his aunt looked extremely tired. Latimer hurriedly said,

"Auntie, the Golan people don't dislike your marriage with the teacher. They just need time to accept that you are the wise monarch they really love."

It has been two months since Vicia announced the shocking edict.

Vicia did not restrict the public from discussing this matter. From the initial shock and bewilderment, to the current silent acceptance, without sharp disgust or opposition, they will truly accept it sooner or later.

Hearing this, Visia smiled. She looked down at the parchment in her hand, her eyes were gentle and full of nostalgia. After a long time, she said,

"I don't care about the eyes of the world now, I'm just too tired, my lover, in the fire, sleeping in the deep sea, and I can't save myself."

Visia slowly let out a sigh of relief, her calm demeanor and tone made it impossible to see anything unusual.

This was the first time Visia revealed her true emotions about Wen Lin in front of other people. She raised her hand to block Latimer's next words of persuasion, and instead asked about the battle situation.

"I only have one request, bring those old things from the Holy Court back to Golan alive."

The words inside and outside the words meant farewell, and Latimer knelt down with a plop, "Auntie."

Over the years by his aunt's side, Latimer can feel that she treats him well. She taught him and even gave him the love of the teacher. He even realized that his aunt was treating anything related to the teacher. , that one and only special.

Even when he heard the news that the teacher was canonized as queen, Latimer was not surprised at all, he just felt that it should be taken for granted.

Bullshit laws and dogmas cannot be a reason to hinder two people who truly love each other.

Latimer slammed his head on the ground, crying in his voice.

The teacher is gone, and even my aunt is leaving too?

Vicia got up and pulled him up, reaching out to wipe the dust on his forehead, she looked into Latimer's eyes, and said stubbornly, "Latimer, promise me."

Crying uncontrollably, Latimer finally nodded before leaving, "Auntie, I promise you."

Only then did Vicia smile with satisfaction.

In the following month, the ruling party led by Tilia cooperated with Golan and defeated the holy knights of the Holy See.

On the day the news of the victory came back, Vicia personally rushed to Glasgow to welcome the victorious Golan army.

Latimer did not come back with him, and he and Field were on their way to inspect the northern frontier.

A lot of people from the Holy Court were taken back.

Vicia imprisoned them on the boat, and the execution ground was set on the coast of that year.

At night, countless bonfires are ignited along the coast, burning the long coastline brightly, just like the fire that year.

This whole night of torture was like hell, so shocking that the soldiers of Golan were terrified, and their queen watched quietly the execution of the priests who were used to being enshrined.

Smashing bones and sucking marrow, disembowelling, copper bull punishment, impalement, double-headed fork, cross, pointed stool, lead drop, iron maiden, coffin punishment, thumb clamp, tongue scissors, wheel punishment, sawing punishment...

That night, the stinky blood sprinkled and soaked the entire coast, like the howling of a ghost that lasted until dawn.

And the main envoys of the year were brought out, they were crucified, and they watched other people being executed.

Feces and urine leaked out from under their bodies. They went from barely calm at first to extreme panic and fear, constantly begging for mercy, Visia only felt that they were noisy.

Impatiently, Visia arranged for someone to cut off their tongues, and then someone pinched their elbows and knees with their thumbs to crush them one by one.

They don't die the first time, being constantly awakened by biting water and red-hot irons.

There were people begging for mercy all the time, Visia looked at them coldly, and burst into tears suddenly,

She turned her back and hissed, "It turns out that you all know pain too, why doesn't my Wen Lin know pain?"

This seems to be revenge, but facing the current Golan, they can only be treated like livestock.

On the fifth night, all the people were executed. In the end, Vicia pierced Pope Canterbury's chest with the king's sword.

Weisia seemed to have completed an important entrustment, the strength of her whole body was pulled away in an instant, her hand slowly slipped, she threw down Wang Jian, and walked back to the city without saying a word.

Until late at night, Visia went out of the city quietly by herself. She came to the coast and spread her fingers to feel the wind on the sea. The wind tonight is as soft and gentle as the moonlight.

Visia showed a sincere smile, and she murmured, "Your Excellency, are you here to pick me up?"

Walking firmly into the deep sea step by step, Visia thought in a daze that she was finally going to end this endless waiting, and that she could finally see her.

Allowing herself to be knocked down by the waves, and the salty sea water poured into her throat, Vicia's face was full of smiles, she seemed to see Wen Lin.

At this time, on the shore, Latimer and Field were dismounting in a panic and swimming towards Vicia.

"Auntie, I saw the teacher. In Sutherland, it is a living teacher. She is back, and she is really back."

Latimer yelled heart-piercingly, and submerged into the sea to search for Vicia.

After some chaos, Vicia was dragged to the shore, and Latimer and Field repeated over and over again,

"Auntie, the teacher is back."

"Your Majesty, we have seen His Excellency Wen Lin alive."

"..."

Visia fell violently on the sand, her whole body trembling violently, she tightly gripped Latimer's wrist, and turbulent heat came out of her eyes.

She could clearly hear the sound of her teeth colliding, and the moment the force in her hand was strong, deep finger marks were drawn on Latimer's wrist.

"Now, immediately, take me to her."

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The author has something to say:

Ahhhhhh, when they met again, the queen was already 35 years old

The point is not the ending, the ending is still early!Why do you guys see the feeling of the ending~ hehehe

Ah, Jinjiang stuck the chapters I have published into a manuscript, and got up in the middle of the night to take a look at the backstage~