Taming the Dark Lord

In just a few breaths, the cute little child turned into a mature man in front of Amelia.

The dark elf's narrow eyes still had some residual pain and trance, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked down to see his open palm.

Under the honey-colored skin, you can clearly see the interlaced tendons, the roots of the metacarpal bones are protruding, connected to the fingertips, and they are slender and strong when viewed, and are the palms of adults.

..... I turned out to be not a kid?

The dark elf tentatively moved his body, he was still a little uncomfortable, his movements were slow, and he slowly bent his legs laboriously and gently leaned against the wall.

The cold touch awakened his bewildered brain, and he suddenly found that the woman was very close to him, close enough for him to smell her body.

Bright, thick, with a pungent smell that made him sick.

The elf immediately covered his nose in disgust, tightened his body, and looked at the woman vigilantly.

It smells so bad.It stinks.

As his body grows larger, his five senses seem to be sharper. Before that, it was just a smell that he couldn't bear, but now the spirit is almost suffocated.

Amelia saw his painful and unbearable expression and thought he was still in pain. She leaned over and asked him, "Where is the pain?"

"Don't come here!"

The dark elf kept backing away, and there was even some horror in those narrow and indifferent blood eyes. Unfortunately, the bed was so big, he stuck his breath on the wall, and the delicate and lovely face of the woman was reflected in the field of vision at close range. in.

The breathing of both parties stopped.

Amelia was startled at first by the elves' so handsome appearance that she didn't look like a real person. Then, she stared at those deep eyes that couldn't see her emotions, and she couldn't help thinking of a possibility.

The knight commander couldn't find the whereabouts of the breath, could it be because she took people away?

When a magical creature is seriously injured and is dying, it may go back to the cub period to slow down the loss of energy, but this rarely happens. She just glanced at the book and knew that there was such a possibility.

So when she saw the little elf lying on the ground, Amelia never thought that it was actually an adult dark elf, an elf with the power to kill countless humans.

Amelia stood up suddenly.

She was confused, her hand behind her trembled slightly, without looking at the elf's eyes, she vaguely said "I have something to do, go out first", and walked out of the basement quickly.

Her thoughts turned to the scene she had glimpsed that day.

Those who have passed away may be other people's parents, wives, husbands, and children. They are other people's beloved treasures. They died innocently and painfully in an inexplicable massacre.

The murderer may escape safely under her protection and continue to commit such crimes someday in the future.

Thinking of this, Amelia's heart was confused.

In any case, she must first determine whether his guess is true, and then decide how to treat the dark elf in the basement.

If he is really related to that massacre...

Amelia lowered her eyes, she would never let such a vicious person leave.

At the same time, in the basement.

The dark elf kept leaning against the wall, and the girl’s light and impatient footsteps echoed in his ears, from near to far, accompanied by the rustling cloth rubbing, spinning back and forth on top of his head, seeming to hesitate. .

The fine dust fell along with the girl's footsteps, and was scattered on the ground.

He closed his eyes, and the looming candlelight fell on his side face, which further brought out his aggressive and handsome beauty.

After a long time, the elf's thin lips slightly aroused and let out a ridiculous cold snort.

In the afternoon, the summer temperature was no longer as hot as noon, but brought some cool breeze through the dense woods.

Amelia is on her way to the inspection team.

She wanted to ask about the progress of the knight commander's case. Just passing by a crossroad, there was a group of young blond and blue-eyed teenagers who were led by the lecturer to give a lecture.

A few broken words were brought to her ears by the wind.

"How to identify a witch?"

"If the defendant appears scared during the interrogation, then she is obviously guilty, and her conscience makes her guilty. If she believes that she is innocent and keeps her calm, then she is undoubtedly guilty, because witches are used to lying shamelessly.

If an unfortunate woman is being tortured and turned her eyes in pain, it means that she is looking for her devil with her eyes; and if her eyes are dull, it means that she has seen her own devil and is looking at him.

If she finds that she has the strength to withstand the torture, it means that the devil has made her to support her, so she must be tortured more severely; if she can’t bear it and dies under the punishment, it means that the devil let her die. Instructed her not to confess or reveal the secret."①

Amelia turned her head slightly, and the teenagers were gathered around the lecturer, listening carefully to his lectures, nodding their heads with convincing expressions from time to time, and some of them were actively taking notes.

This is the next time the saints are in class.

Amelia had also taken this class, and even had to memorize these words to deal with the exam.

These words that are not logically contaminated the saints one after another, causing them to lose their reason and judgment, and to fanatically believe in the God of Light.

Amelia frowned in disgust.

Millions of people still regard this fallacy as truth.

Really no brain.

She didn't want to hear these disgusting things, and speeded up and left here.

However, just after passing an intersection, she ran into someone who didn't want to see.

"Amelia." The serious Pope looked at her at the end of the road.

Amelia stiffened, "Under the crown of the Pope."

She walked quickly over and gave a hurried salute.

"Amelia, I have a task for you." The pope nodded a scepter, and a document appeared in midair.

"This is a massacre that occurred in the city center some time ago. I hope you can assist the inspection team to find out this matter."

task?

Amelia took it and turned it over. The first page had a line written right at the end: Slave Market Slaughter Case, and there were also several exterior portraits of buildings she knew very well.

Oh, that place is a slave market.

This was Amelia's first reaction.

Immediately, she suddenly realized that she could take this opportunity to investigate in depth whether this matter had anything to do with the dark elf.

With the Pope's instructions, she was inquiring about the case and had a reasonable explanation.

Thinking of this, Amelia nodded simply, "Yes, under the crown of the Pope."

The pope's stern eyes softened a little, and he glanced at the petite girl encouragingly, "Do it hard. This is your first mission. Be sure to perform it well."

"Yes."

Amelia responded without thinking.

Until the Pope was far away, she suddenly realized that if this continued, she would really be left to preside over the scriptures.

Let alone the distribution after one year, the big deal will be when she lame herself, and she will always be exiled to a small remote village.

The point is that she has to get close to the God of Light at the ceremony. What if she is seen as a traverser?

In that case, she might not be able to wait to be dragged down and burned to death, and she would be crushed by the God of Light on the spot, leaving no residue.

Amelia grumbled.

But to let her drag her back and prevent the inspection team from finding the real murderer, she couldn't pass her own level again.

too difficult.

I am too hard.

After some psychological struggle, Amelia finally decided to act by chance.

We must continue to maintain our small waste image in everyone's minds, and at the same time try to help the inspection team find the murderer.

Although I don't know what went wrong in the election of the chief this time, the pope will actually assign this position to her.

But it doesn't matter, as long as she messes up this task, I believe that the wise pope will find her waste essence.

She then abolished her position as chief and re-selected a saint to preside over the scripture.

Amelia is really amazing for her wisdom!