Taming the Dark Lord

The chapel is the most frequent place for the saints to gather, whether it is for class or routine prayer, it will be held here.Now that the sun has just risen overhead, there should not be many people in the small church.

Amelia thinks so.

But when she approached, she suddenly found a few familiar figures in the square in front of the chapel.

Especially the most central one, she just followed people for a few streets.

Amelia paused, and she wanted to repeat her tricks to eavesdrop on it. Unfortunately, the road in front of the chapel was wide and wide. Debra and the others saw her at a glance, and they stopped talking and stood watching. she was.

"Debra."

Amelia spoke first. She wanted to test and see what Debra was doing: "Why come here so early today?"

Debra paused, seemingly unexpected that she would take the initiative to say hello, and then smiled: "There is something to do today, so it's just a little bit earlier."

Amelia pretended to ask strangely: "What's the matter? Isn't the lecturer taking a while to come?"

Debra was silent for a moment.

She hesitated for a moment, whether she wanted to explode this shocking news to Amelia, but she then thought that it would be better to announce this in public when the saints were all around.

So she smiled and declined: "It's not a big deal."

Debra's smile was gentle but nonchalant, obviously not wanting to say more about it, she nodded briefly to Amelia, and went back to her small group to laugh with her friends.

This woman...

Amelia gave Debra a blank expression in her eyes.

Debra must be here for her this time, otherwise why did she say she wanted everyone to know when she was on the street in the morning, but refused to tell her?

Because this matter is related to her.

The scorching summer sun scorched the white jade floor. It was obviously a temperature that made everyone sweaty. Standing under the big sun, Amelia felt a trace of coolness from the bottom of her heart.

Debra is too bad.

Where did she find it?

Although Amelia hates or even hates the Shining God Cult and can’t wait to leave here forever, she always hides herself well, pretending to be a taciturn and unremarkable saint, trying to make everyone forget her existence .

But what should come will come after all. Maybe her acting skills are too bad. Debra actually saw her true thoughts in her heart and wanted to make it public, not planning to leave her a way out.

Amelia looked up at the temple wall not far away, pursed her mouth, and smiled lightly.

Of course she would run away, but before that, she would never let her fall to such an end.

Amelia slowly retreated into the shadow of the trees, stretched her right hand to her waist, and touched the wand pinned to her waist.A faint murderous spirit haunted her, her lips were smiling, but her eyes were cold.

"Amelia?" A male voice suddenly came from behind.

Amelia was startled.

The elegant and handsome lecturer in literature and history held a stack of bookends in front of her, first glanced at her in surprise, and then darkened his face: "Are you planning to skip class again?"

Amelia gave a conditioned reflex: "I am not! I don't! Don't talk nonsense!"

The lecturer of literature and history glanced at her with a seemingly non-smiling look: "Looking at your sneaky appearance, you said that you are not skipping class? Look at the score you took the last time, I am ashamed to say that you are my student."

Amelia is speechless.

She is really not good at memorizing large sections of text, and the actual combat class is fine, but this kind of full-tome class is not good enough. Passing is the result of her hard work.

She retorted weakly: "You can't say that either..."

wait wait wait!

This is not the time to talk about this!

Amelia was suddenly shocked and glanced at Debra in the middle of the square, and realized that there was a lecturer in literature and history, and it would be difficult for her to kill Debra on the spot.

Must first support the lecturer of literature and history.

Amelia explained: "Teacher, it's not a skipping class, I want to..."

The lecturer in literature and history interrupted her: "The class is about to start soon. No matter what happens, please push me back. What can be more important than your passing?"

Of course it's my life!

It's a pity that Amelia couldn't really say that. After explaining for a long time, in the end, her arm couldn't twist her thigh, and Amelia was lifted back by rustling.

At this time, a lot of people had gathered in the square. The lecturer opened the door, and everyone talked and laughed and rushed in slowly, finding their seats and taking their seats.

Amelia is a special class seat, the first row, arranged by the lecturer of literature and history personally, will never give her a chance to escape.

Amelia: The heart is as dead.jpg

This is a fart!

Debra and her companion sat in the back. Seeing the girl's dejection, the companion wondered: "What's the matter with her? Amelia is always weird these days."

Another saint sneered and said: "What's the matter? Ambition is coming up, just like her, she dare to be the chief, and she doesn't look for a mirror to carefully take a picture of herself."

The others laughed together, with a slight sarcasm in their laughter.

With a smile on Debra's lips, he whispered: "Are you ready?"

Everyone nodded, and exchanged tacit and expectant glances.

Soon, all the saints of this session will arrive.

The lecturer of literature and history first scared Amelia who was lying on the table weakly with his eyes, then knocked on the table and prompted: "Okay, everyone, be quiet, class is now."

Everyone gradually calmed down.

At this moment, Debra suddenly stood up.

She tightened her skirt lightly and gracefully bowed to the lecturer of literature and history, "Teacher, I have something I want to announce to everyone. I wonder if it can take up everyone's time?"

The lecturer of literature and history pushed his glasses and smiled with interest: "Okay."

Here comes, here comes.

Amelia's heart jumped, she clenched her fingers tightly and stared at the gate that left a gap, ready to wait for Debra to say she would flee from there.

In fact, she can run now, but Amelia always has a bit of extravagant hope, hoping that this matter has room for change.

The life now is so comfortable, laid-back, and it is many times better than wandering and fleeing in the wild. If she can choose, Amelia certainly doesn't want to be hunted and wanted by the cult.

In her note that her heart was beating and holding her breath, Debra smiled lightly, her pale pink lips opened and she uttered a name--

Amelia's heart jumped, she slowly got up, ready to escape.

-"Rita."

Amelia:???

A arrogant blond girl in the front row raised her head, raised her eyebrows and glanced at Debra: "What are you asking me for?"

Debra didn't bother to speak, and went straight into it: "Your identity is forged? You are not an orphan without a father or mother, but an illegitimate daughter."

The girl named Rita was stunned for a moment, like a puppy with a stomped tail, with a trace of panic on her face, but still pretending to be calm and fiercely said: "You dare to slander me! Do you have any evidence? "

Debra smiled: "Of course there is." She took out a file with a seal from the table and showed it to everyone.

The lecturer of literature and history went off the stage while watching the play, and pushed Amelia back to her seat, and the devil whispered: "No skipping class."

Amelia's expression was distorted: "...OK."

Turns out, is she thinking too much?

Amelia was in a trance. She had the ecstasy of the aftermath and a little inexplicable disappointment. It was similar to that: I took off my pants, you show me this?a feeling of.

She thought of herself too importantly, and Debra didn't even notice such a little girl.

Amelia was in a complicated mood, beyond words.

On the other side, the two saints with the best approval ratings are still in their dispute.

The document Debra took was Rita's birth certificate, which clearly stated the status of her parents when she was born: the father is unknown.

She added: "Not only that, your mother is also a prostitute and a girl."

Rita's face paled after a brush.

The crowd was in an uproar, noisy discussions and ridicule sounded, everyone's eyes were on her alone, like a sharp knife piercing her heart, making her feel flustered and pained.

In fact, the illegitimate daughter has nothing to do with the outside world. At most, she has a bad reputation, but it is a fatal stain for her now.

The Bright God Sect ruled this continent and governed hundreds of countries, large and small. For such a huge superpower, the selection of saints naturally had many strict requirements.

A disgraceful background like Rita should be brushed off in the initial selection. I can actually become a saint. I think about it, I know what disgraceful means came in.

The ridicule of the crowd grew louder.

Rita's eye circles turned red, panicked and scared, and said stiffly, "You must have faked this, except for this? What evidence do you have."

Fight of trapped beasts.

Debra glanced at her with a contemptuous and pitying smile: "How about we go to the Pope? Let him see if this document is true or false."

Rita panicked all of a sudden, her fingers trembling involuntarily, and the pen in her hand rolled to the ground.

Anyone can see that this document is indeed true. She is the son of a lowly prostitute/girl.

At this time, Debra's companion spoke up and sneered: "With your status, do you dare to compete with Debra for chief? Are you shameless?"

"Yeah, forget about Debra, you are a prostitute/girl, how embarrassed to defile the position of chief."

"Wow, I didn't expect her to be such a person. I actually spoke to her and it was disgusting."

Other saints talked.

Debra smiled and looked at Rita with a gray face, and said condescendingly: "Are you going by yourself? Or will I be dragged out after I report it to the Pope?"

Rita trembled and closed her eyes in despair.

"Boom!!"

At this moment, the door of the chapel was suddenly pushed open, and the door panel inlaid with gold and jade slammed against the wall. The loud noise made everyone stop, and turned to look at the tall figure slowly walking in. .

The pope held a scepter in his hand, his tall body slowly entered, and the face with high nose and deep eyes was as daunting as usual.

"You don't need to tell me specifically, I heard it."