Taming the Dark Lord

That's too late.

The inspection team came too fast, and the roar of horses stepping on the floor was getting closer and closer, as if they were close at hand!

Amelia didn't have time to think about other things, she quickly took off her outer robe and stuffed it into the trolley. In a moment, the trolley changed back to its original book appearance.

She was holding the book, the pure white dress inlaid with gold swayed slightly in the wind, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and she returned to the noble saint again.

And this dark elf.

Amelia turned her eyes and glanced at it, hesitated for a moment, tapped her finger, and put a layer of camouflage on the elf to conceal its breath.

And those blood stains were also hidden.

After doing all of this, she pretended to walk out of the alley without incident, and just happened to bump into a team of oncoming knights.The leader happened to be the knight commander who met at the entrance of the temple.

"My Lord Saint."

The knight commander saluted in an upright manner.

"What's wrong with you, what's the matter?" Amelia glanced at the large group behind him, looking surprised.

The knight elder replied honestly: "I found the breath of dark magic in a nearby private house. Some civilians have died, and there are a large number of people. I am afraid that someone from the Dark God cult has sneaked in. The subordinates are tracking down, I don't know the saint. Did the lord find any abnormal signs?"

Amelia shook her head: "No, there is nothing strange around here."

While she was talking, several knights walked around the alley behind her and went in and searched.

Amelia's heart was raised.

She is a saint, and she should have killed any dark creatures she saw, especially dark elves with a reputation for being a race.She should hand it over, or kill it fiercely, instead of protecting it from the inspection team.

If there was an adult elf lying there, Amelia would do it.

But that was a cub after all.

A cub with milky, small arms and legs, who may have just lost their parents and family.

No matter what kind of creature it is, it is born with the instinct to protect the cub, even if it is not a race, it has an appearance similar to that of a human being, lying there dying, and its small body is covered with terrible scars, as if it will be the next moment. Die.

Amelia's heart softened suddenly.

It won't be too much trouble anyway, just protect it this time, and ignore it in the future.

Amelia persuaded herself while listening to the movement in the alley with her ears up.

She was confident in her magical strength, so she was not too nervous, and she still dealt with the knight commander in front of her without a single match.

Soon, the two knights who went in to check came out and nodded to the knight commander.

"Master Saint, there is still something to do, so let's leave first." The knight commander said goodbye to her and rolled over neatly, and a large number of knights chased him and left the street.

Billowing smoke and dust flew in the air, and it took a long time to fall, and the empty streets returned to calm, only a few panicked civilians trot past.

Amelia stood for a moment, then turned back to the alley.

Just like what she saw when she came, this gloomy alley seemed to cut off the existence of the sun. There were dim and wet muddy moss everywhere, and the name of the street was written on the walls: Oya Street.

The unconscious dark elf huddled under the street name, in the same posture as she had seen before.

Amelia squatted down and took a rough look at the scars on her body. Most of them were stab wounds, with deep bones visible, covering every deadly part of her body.

How did it survive?

Looking closer, the elf's injury was much more serious than Amelia expected. If it weren't for the breathlessness of the nose, Amelia almost thought that there was only a corpse lying here.

This is too painful.

Just looking at it, Amelia couldn't help but shiver with empathy.

If you continue to leave it here, it will never have the ability to get up and leave by itself before the next search by the inspection team.

And if the inspection team finds this elf, Amelia can definitely predict its fate, whether it will be cut off and thrown into the cemetery, or it will be made into a specimen exhibition.

No matter how big it is, the purpose of the Light God Sect is that dark creatures deserve to die.

Forget it, it's all saved, it's better to do it well and send it farther.

Amelia stood up, turned the books back into the cart, found a black blanket from it, carefully avoided the wound, wrapped the elf from head to toe, and shrank it into a small ball.

I don't know how old this elf is. He has small arms and legs, curled up in a ball just enough to fit into a cart.

There seemed to be the sound of someone walking by outside the alley.

Amelia speeded up, stuffed the elf into it, covered it with a few pieces of clothing, and then turned the cart into a book again.

A heavy book.

Amelia was originally holding the book with one hand, but after walking for a while, she changed to embrace her with both hands. She weighed it slightly, feeling that at least one-third of her was heavier.

A very thin child, why is so heavy, is it possible that the skeleton of an elves is inherently heavier than a human?

After walking through five or six streets, Amelia's arms began to faintly sore, she took a breath, and put the book on her shoulders blankly.

The sleeves slid down with her movements, revealing an arm that was white as jade in the sun.

"En...Master Saint?"

A hesitant male voice sounded from behind.

Amelia took the book down again with an expression of composure, gracefully embraced it with one hand, turned around and looked at it as if nothing had happened: "You are?"

The voice of the knight wearing armor and unable to see his face was young and lively: "My Lord Saint, I am a knight belonging to the inspection team. It is not safe outside now. I will escort you back."

"No, I can go back myself." Amelia smiled and politely rejected his offer.

What a joke, she is still holding a dark elf, if she is escorted back, how can she find a place to put it down.

"I'll send you off. This is what the knight commander meant." The knight insisted.

In fact, it was the knight commander who worried that Amelia would die outside. If such a saint at the tail of the crane was actually killed under the nose of the inspection team, the knight commander could only apologize with death.

It doesn't matter if thousands of civilians die, but the saint cannot die.

Amelia waved her hands desperately: "No, no, no." Abi panicked.

However, the knight's attitude was very firm, regardless of Amelia's repeated rejections, clinging to her, he just followed her all the way back to the door of the temple.

The other knights guarding the door saw her breathe a sigh of relief: "You can count on being back. Don't go out for a few days. Wait until the murderer catches it."

Amelia smiled and said without a smile: "I really thank you."

Her hand holding the book trembled, not only because of sore arms, but also because of the panic in her heart.

Finished, she really wanted to take the dark elf into the sanctuary.

This may be the first case in the history of Guangming God. Mom, she is about to make history.

Amelia took a step back with a pretense of composure, and the knight stood behind her for an instant, and looked around vigilantly, as if someone would suddenly rush out to attack them: "Go back, it's dangerous outside."

There was no way, Amelia had to walk into the sanctuary in tears, as if holding a bomb, she returned to her palace in fear.

The God of Guangming is rich in wealth, and has prepared a separate palace for each saint. People will come to clean it every morning. Now there is no one in the palace, only the sound of gauze when the window curtains are blown by the wind.

It's not safe outside and it's easy to be seen.

Amelia fumbled for a while, found a dusty iron ring from the ground against the wall, pulled it hard, and a smell of dust came on her face.

This is the basement left by the last saint, she has never used it.There was a small wooden bed, a few simple pieces of furniture, and a pile of dusty instruments of torture.

Amelia released the magic, took the little elf curled up in the blanket from the cart and placed it on the simple bed.

The bright red blood immediately wetted the bedding, and droplets condensed into brown blood marks.

The dark creature's self-healing ability was originally very powerful, but there is a force in the wound that continues to destroy and rages, causing the healing muscles to tear apart again and again, and the viscous blood constantly seeps out, making his whole person look bloody and terrible.

Amelia hissed.

I don't know who it is, even such a small child can bear such a bad hand.Even if you want to kill it, just give it a good time, there is no need to torture people so much.

It seemed that he felt the touch under his body changed. The elf's slender eyelashes trembled, and he was about to struggle out of the coma for several times, his bloodless lips clenched, and he let out a few vague groans/groans.

It looks really painful and upset.

Even if he lost too much blood and fell into dying, he tried to perceive his surroundings and ensure his own safety.

Such willpower is really amazing.

If it can grow up, it will definitely become a very powerful person.

Amelia's heart trembled, the faint anger in her heart gradually dissipated, and she sighed helplessly.

Well, forget it, it's not to be blamed for this development.

Although Amelia still had a headache how to deal with this trouble, she still didn't have the heart to just let the elf just leave her alone.

She hit a basin of water, and carefully cleaned the blood stains from the wound with her head down. The blackened and coagulated blood was extremely difficult to wipe off. It took a long time to finally clean up the wound. She got up to find a bottle of wound medicine.

"Snapped!"

At this moment, a hand full of small scratches suddenly grabbed Amelia's wrist.

Amelia was taken aback and looked up.

The dark elf opened those filthy blood eyes, staring at her with a trace of daze and emptiness.