Taming the Dark Lord

The flames shone on the walls of the torture chamber, and the saints gathered around the two witches.

Debra took a vague step forward, invisibly seized control of the field, and smiled slightly: "Then let's start, freely divide into two groups and interrogate each, so that these two filthy witches deeply realize the betrayal. The fate of my god, it would be great if I could ask the traces of other witches."

"Yes!"

The saints were automatically divided into two groups. The torture room was noisy for a while, and the real chief who was hidden in the dark seemed to be forgotten, and no one asked her opinion.

Amelia wished they had forgotten herself.

It's best if you can't remember that there is someone here.

She can watch and be indifferent, but she will never attack an innocent girl.

Although she is despicable enough to stand by like this, there are some bottom lines that she can't touch.

Amelia stepped back, leaning her back against the air-conditioned wall, closing her eyes and reluctant to look again.

"You just endure it like this?"

Amelia was taken aback, but Rita stood beside her, gritted her teeth and stared forward.

Amelia paused and followed her eyes to see that Debra had already performed the chief responsibilities on her behalf, surrounded by all the stars.

Indeed, even the best-tempered bun would be angry when encountering such a situation of seizing power in person. She should not be so cold, and should make some reactions.

Amelia's thoughts turned slightly, her face paled suddenly, and she hesitated and said, "I'm a little dizzy,"

In the dim space, the flickering candlelight hit the girl's side face, and the pupils were as wet as water, flowing in a beautiful wave.

The elf in his pocket let out a loud sneer.

This bastard, didn't you tell him not to make a sound?

Amelia gritted her teeth, secretly put her hand down, pinched him severely, and looked at Rita's expression nervously.

What made her breathe a sigh of relief was that Rita was indignant and she didn't hear any voice at all: "What's wrong with you, can you fight for your breath? Don't let Debra be so proud!"

Amelia whispered BB: "You can't compete with her yourself, you still say me."

Rita was almost mad at her.

She opened her lips and was about to say something, when a sharp scream came from behind, covering her voice.

There was a strange smell of burnt flesh in the air, and with the strong smell of blood, Amelia's face turned pale, and she was almost spit out.

She endured it for a moment, and finally couldn't bear it, and hurriedly glanced behind the slender Rita.

A drop of thick blood fell on the ground, and the thin and thin girl hung her head, her body was stained with blood, her fingertips with torture equipment slumped weakly, her finger bones bent in a terrible arc.

Debra stood in front of the younger witch without being dusted, with a mild brow with a little disgust, and slowly asked: "Do you recognize your identity as a witch?"

The red-haired witch raised her head, her messy hair covering her expression, and she shook her head weakly and slowly: "I have never done what you said."

The saint woman on the side was impatient and asked first: "Your parents personally reported to us that you had seen the devil's deeds at night and talked with it, right?"

The red-haired witch denies: "I don't!"

Debra showed a cold smile: "Still arguing, our knight saw you wandering alone at night as if you had lost your soul, and returned home on your own in the early morning. When I asked you about your actions at night, Knowing nothing, isn't this proof that you have made a deal with the devil and let it be attached to you?"

The red-haired witch trembled and shed tears: "I don't know, I really don't know, I..."

As if being hit by a weak spot, she looked dazed, her eyes were dull, and she couldn't say anything to justify her.At least until she was caught, she never knew she would sneak out at night.

This is incredible.

Is it possible that she really made a deal with the devil unknowingly?

The red-haired witch closed her eyes lifelessly, and nodded in despair when Debra asked her again if she was a witch.

Debra closed the manual and said with satisfaction: "Okay, transfer it directly to the heresy court and let them execute the hang."

The red-haired witch shivered sharply.

The interrogation on the other side gradually came to an end. The saint in charge brought a blood-stained confession letter and said triumphantly: "It's done here too."

"Although we haven't explained anything substantive, but fortunately, we have done a clean job. The court should give an excellent score."

The saints laughed one after another.

Amelia was dumbfounded when she listened.

What is tempted by the devil, what is possessed, isn't this just a simple sleepwalking?

After a moment of stunned, she suddenly remembered that this place is a western medieval background with backward medical treatment. The treatment of patients depends on magic. Modern diseases like sleepwalking are somewhat unbelievable for them.

It's no wonder that the parents of these two girls found out that they reported to the Holy See in a panic after sleepwalking, and watched their daughters being dragged away.

Amelia glanced at the red-haired girl, her eyes were clean, there was a small mole under the corner of her eyes, and a little pear vortex was revealed at the corner of her lips while she was speaking.

The kid must look good when he laughs.

She bit her lip hesitantly and pinched her fingers.

Debra in the crowd clapped his hands: "Well, you two take the witch to the courthouse. Remember to bring the confession letter with you."

The two saints walked out, and the shackles fell to the ground with a sound of'Pata', making a clear metal sound.

They dragged the two girls, smearing blood on the ground, stained a bloody road.

This is probably the last time Amelia saw them.

One of the girls happened to raise her head when she passed Amelia. Between her bloody red hair was a pair of lifeless brown eyes, sliding past her without any fluctuations.

Those are the eyes of a dying man.

Amelia's heart jumped.She no longer hesitated, and silently put her right hand behind her back, moving her fingers slightly in the air.

The invisible magic slowly oscillated in the air.

The red-haired witch hung her head weakly, and someone took her arm and forcibly dragged her to the place where she was about to kill her.

The violent pain communicated from every corner of the body to the brain, making her painful and desperate.

She really doesn't want to die, she is still young, only eighteen years old, and there is still a long time to pass in the future, and there are still many things that have not been tried... The red-haired witch's eyes are blurred, and she desperately recalls the good things in the past. , Trying to bring some comfort to myself.

But the fate is always beyond the control of others.

She raised her head, trying to take another look at this wonderful world.

"thump!"

The strength supporting her suddenly disappeared, and the red-haired witch fell to the ground like a heavy cloth bag, and it took a long time to get up.

She shook her head and shook off the messy hair that covered her sight, only to realize that the holy and proud saints had fainted on the ground one by one.

What's going on here?

Several points of fluorescence spread in the air.

The red-haired witch suddenly lowered her head, and a small fluorescent sphere suddenly rose from the empty ground.

The sphere of light flickered in mid-air, slowly flying towards the gate, and circling around the gate continuously.

She stood for a while, dazed for a moment, then suddenly she understood the meaning of the light ball.

It is guiding them to escape.

Although her body was painful and tired, she could hardly stand up, but with this hope that came from nowhere, the red-haired witch gritted her teeth and squeezed out a little bit of strength, dragged another girl with black hair, and stumbled. To the gate.

The door opened silently.

The red-haired witch walked out of the room strenuously and looked back at the saints who had passed out for unknown reasons.

She gritted her teeth, took out the matchbox in her pocket, trembling with her crooked and fractured fingers, lit a large bunch of matches, and threw them toward the torture room.

She is not going to kill, she just wants to reserve some time for her escape.

Although the devil may really be attached to her, she does not want to die, she wants to live!

The red-haired witch, who was originally a believer in the light, with tears in her eyes, left her faith behind, chasing the trail of the fluorescent ball, and ran out desperately.

Crossing the deep path and jumping over the fence, two young girls covered in scars easily left the heavily guarded church.

At a moment when standing on the outside ground, the fluorescent ball burst in the air, leaving a sheet of paper with a few lines of writing on it.

The strands of residual power that escaped in the air are like fireflies that give people hope, and they fly away in the direction they came.

That direction...

The red-haired witch looked back in shock.

Looking at the tiny spots of light flying into the temple, she suddenly realized one thing.

It turns out that the one who saved them was among the unconscious saints!

Amelia suddenly opened her eyes when she fell crookedly in the torture room of a group of people.

The spot of light floated over, obediently lined up to blend into her body.

"Hey, running dog, are you stupid?" The pocket lid opened a gap, and the elf revealed a bruised cheek, and asked blankly, "Why save them? You should know that this will give How much trouble you have caused."

"First, I didn't save people. This matter has nothing to do with me. I did nothing."

"Secondly, what you should ask is why I saved you such an unlucky thing."

Amelia closed her pocket with a slap, and slammed a knot on it.

Behind him was a stunned saint, and the flames slowly ignited before his eyes.

Amelia took a deep breath, preparing to implement her foolproof remedy.