Taming the Dark Lord

It was a sunny day when I left.

The carriage was already ready, the skinny witch was escorted into the prison carriage in shackles, and the maids were busy carrying things into the carriage.

Amelia covered the dazzling sunlight with one hand and stood in the shade of the trees waiting for the convoy to depart.

"Why did you bring two purses?" Rita looked at her waist strangely. Two bags, one black and one white, hung on the belt, separated extremely far away, one on the far left and one on the far right. Very strange.

Amelia lowered her head and gave a dry smile: "Don't you think this is pretty good?"

Rita hesitated and said: "...is there?"

of course not.

Amelia sighed from the bottom of her heart. Last night, two cats with frying hair were making a lot of noise. One craned its neck to scratch the other's paw, and the other grabbed the corners of her clothes. In turn, the other one became more angry.

It was so until the early hours of the morning, she got angry, and both became elves before they settled down.

The blessing of the Qi people is really not something ordinary people can enjoy.She couldn't help sighing, and poked the bulging black bag with her hand.

The black bag was motionless, as if there was nothing in it.

Ever since Amelia decided to go with Ling Ling, Alfonso hasn't paid any attention to her, and is furious.

Amelia blinked, her voice was sad: "Oh, I haven't talked to my dark elf for a long time, I'm so lonely."

The black bag moved slightly invisible.

Amelia made persistent efforts: "It would be fine if he can take care of me. If he can't hear his voice, I don't want to do anything because of sadness. Alas, I can't even eat."

She deliberately said that she was pitiful and nauseous, while holding back her smile, waiting for someone to throw herself into the trap.

Sure enough, as soon as her voice fell, a clear and stern cold hum came from the bag, "Huh."

Amelia couldn't help smiling anymore, turned her back to the crowd, took out a black-faced elf out of the bag, and rubbed the tips of his hair affectionately with her fingertips: "Don't be angry, right?"

Alfonso didn't hide, and stared at her coldly: "Throw this thing at me."

This thing is obviously equal to white/elf.

Amelia pretended to pass over the tip of his soft fufu's ears unintentionally. He said, "The next city is very close to here. You can arrive in the afternoon. What do you want to eat when you arrive? Fruit or rice? ?"

"Pop!" Alfonso slapped her hand away expressionlessly, and repeated word by word: "Throw it away."

Seeing that there is really no way to escape this topic, Amelia sighed helplessly: "Didn’t I tell you? The slave owner left that day, and there is no way to retreat. You want me to throw him away. Go? He has a slave mark on his body, just throw away the ones that can't survive."

The black-faced elf's lips pressed straight, he wanted to say,'Then let him die', but when he saw the girl's gentle and smiling eyes, he swallowed that sentence without realizing it.

Amelia is a good person, in any sense.She is willing to rescue a dark elf whose life and death is unknown, and is willing to tolerate Debra's provocative actions time and time again, and naturally she is also willing to protect a weak and homeless white/elf.

What's more, that white/elf looks so in line with her aesthetics.

Unlike him, he is black, only his hair is white, which is also very white, like the bones of a dead man, not the shiny luster of white jade.

Alfonso lowered his eyes, sat quietly on the girl's palm, and stopped talking.

Murder in his heart.

Obviously it is a human being raised by him, why is it so inclined?But it doesn't matter, he can teach it slowly, but the blinding white/elf must die.

Amelia felt a chill, she was a little surprised, and whispered: "Alfonso? You..."

"Hey! Amelia!!"

Halfway through her words, the shouts from a distance suddenly interrupted her voice: "Come on, why are you standing stupid? Let's go!"

Rita waved to her from a distance, and before she knew it, everyone got into the carriage, and she was the only one standing in the shade of the trees in the distance.

Amelia didn't have time to continue. She stuffed the elf into her breast pocket and hurried into the car.

Alfonso:?!!!!

soft……

Amelia stepped on a stool and got into the carriage. In the carriage, there were two young girls sitting on the left and right. Seeing her coming in, Rita on the right waved to her: "Come on, wait for you for a long time."

Debra gave her a lukewarm look. She was feeling upset recently, and she turned her head coldly to see who was not pleasing to her eyes.

The atmosphere in the carriage was extremely dull, accompanied by the creaking of wheels, a few wisps of breeze blowing from the window.Amelia moved over calmly, half lying on the edge of the window.

The dark elf was tucked in front of the girl's chest, separated by a thin layer of clothing. The warm body temperature infected his cold body little by little, with the smell that he had been accustomed to, intertwined and merged with him...

The elf made his face sullen, and his ears blushed unconsciously while smoking to death.

The next city was really close, and a group of people took a short break at noon, and arrived at the gate of the city at night before it got dark.

The city is obviously much barren, and the people everywhere are hanging down and dragging their feet, their stature is thin, and there is hardly any fat person.

The convoy arrived at the hotel and did some sorting. Amelia entered the allocated room and found a place to release the white/elves.

"I'll go out first, and tell the waiter if I have anything I want, they all know you are there, but don't forget that you promised me that you are not allowed to tell about Alfonso to the outside world, okay?"

The white/elf's long eyelashes trembled slightly, the drooping eyebrows were clear, and he nodded meekly, calling her: "Master."

Amelia: Hiss!

Although it's not the first time I heard him scream like this, every time she heard this word, she couldn't help her waist and her limbs crunching. Such a beauty carved out of ice and snow would be ignored by no one, but she would be obedient to you. Let you do whatever you want.

Amelia would have been unable to hold her if it hadn't been for Alfonso's eye knife to pierce her.

When she left, she still couldn't help saying: "Don't run around, I will be back soon."

White/elf's dim eyes lit up, and he pursed his lips and smiled sweetly. The cold brows and eyes slowly spread out, and a small pear vortex appeared on the cheek.

Amelia again: hiss!!

Color is lost in the heart, and color teaches soul.

She held the doorknob and stood there for a while.

Alfonso blankly bit at the girl's fair skin.

Amelia: Ow!!

After staying out of the hotel, I found a secluded corner with no one. Amelia touched her wrist where she was bitten with a deep tooth mark, and scolded him angrily: "You stupid, didn't you see that I was acting?" "

"Is it pretending, you know in your heart." I couldn't move my eyes, and said it was pretending.Alfonso groaned.

Amelia was guilty.

"I heard that there is a market today, do you want to go and see it?" She began to change the subject: "Let's go together, you don't want to become elf, just like this."

She didn't wait for Alfonso to respond, she reached out and shook his palm.

The strong magic power slowly climbed, covering the whole body of the elf, concealing his indifferent and handsome appearance that was not like a mortal, mimicking the appearance of an ordinary middle-aged woman, and a little plump.

And she herself became a middle-aged man.

Amelia smiled a little proudly: "How about the newly learned magic? It's amazing, right?"

The dark elf is a person with amnesia, forgotten all the subtle magic, fights rely on brute force, surely not such mimicry magic, can only obediently go to the streets like a middle-aged woman.

"Hahahahaha." Amelia almost cried with a smile at the towering chest peaks on the elf.

The dark elf was taken aback for a moment, and then gradually showed contempt, his short and chubby fingers stretched out and snapped his fingers lightly.

With a "bang", the disguise on the two of them suddenly changed.

Amelia’s laughter stopped abruptly, she looked down at her chubby body,

The unobviously handsome young man Alfonso took the little girl's fleshy hand and curled his lips: "Let's go,'Sister'."

The voice was the same as usual, cold and ridiculous, but the pronunciation of the word "sister" was emphasized, and it deliberately became a little lower, so it showed a little unnoticeable gentleness.

Amelia was shocked, her voice about to protest choked, and she couldn't help being led to the street by him obediently.

what the hell.

She thought with a hot face, this guy didn't realize it at all, he was obviously better-looking than the white/elf who didn't know where it came from.

There is a lot of people in the monthly market, and the crowd is crowded. Amelia is now very small. She was turned into a four or five-year-old by unscrupulous elves. She saw nothing but heads. .

She almost jumped up and beat the elf's head in a hurry.

"Asshole! Hurry up and pick me up." The little milky voice yelled roughly.

Alfonso glanced at her from under his eyelids, and was kicked for several times before slowly picking her up, slender and powerful five fingers around his knees, and easily hugged her with one hand.

"Trouble." He tutted.

Amelia beat the elf again: "You didn't kill it yet."

The vendor next to him laughed: "You two brothers and sisters have a very good relationship." He squatted in front of a piece of cloth spread on the floor, and put some pieces of golden jewelry on it. It looked pretty good, but the price Some are expensive and few people care about it.

He sighed again: "The little lady is very well raised. She is full of flesh, so cute."

In this world, saying that you have meat is to praise you, especially for common people, eating fat is not easy.

Amelia followed the hawker's eyes and glanced back. In the dilapidated wooden house behind him, there was a thin and dry little girl with a thin wrist that seemed to be broken, and she looked out timidly.

That should be his sister.

Amelia looked at the same unclothed appearance of the hawker again, and felt softened again. She pulled the elf's hair and motioned to put her down.

The little delicate girl showed a sweet smile and waved her hand bravely: "Pretend you all, I want it all!"

Hawker:!!!!

While waiting for the packing, Amelia picked up a gold bracelet and showed it to the elf: "Look, the workmanship is pretty good, maybe it's too good, so ordinary people can't afford it." I buy jewelry in a specific place, and I don’t go to this kind of stall to buy things.

Alfonso glanced eagerly: "Generally, the color is very poor."

Amelia: "Do you still understand this?"

Alfonso slightly nodded: "Maybe I liked it before."

Also, thinking creatures have their own hobbies.Amelia put down the gold bracelet casually, and she suddenly thought of another question: "Are you rich?"

Alfonso shook his head.

Amelia took out a small bag of gold coins to him: "No, pocket money, take it and buy something you want."

When paying for the money, she suddenly thought, is she taking the money of the God of Light to raise the God of Darkness?

Her money is taught by the gods, and the money from the gods is equivalent to the money of the god of light, that is, the money that the god of light used to train the followers is used by her on the god of darkness.

Hahahaha This matter is about to be known to the God of Light, and he is so angry.

Unexpectedly, Alfonso confiscated the bag of gold coins. He lazily pushed away her hand: "I have nothing to buy."

Amelia: "If you like gold, buy some. I don't need money. I don't need to save money for me."

Alfonso snorted softly, he leaned down, and circled her long golden hair with his fingers. The golden and black intertwined, it seemed so harmonious.

"The most brilliant and pure gold, haven't I already got it?"

"As for those inferior products." He chuckled, and the tingling itch jumped from Amelia's back waist, staring at his scarlet eyes, "How can it be compared to its brilliance?"