Taming the Dark Lord

Surprisingly, the child has actually learned to be sultry.

This was Amelia's first reaction.

But when she wanted to blush symbolically, she realized that Alfonso didn't look at her at all, but focused on the bunch of blonde hair entwined with her fingertips.

Fuck.

What this guy said was his heart.

He really felt that her blonde hair was better than any other blonde.

Mom, what should I do if it seems more tempting to think about this.

The deer in Amelia's heart banged and banged, still pretending to be an awe-inspiring Azi, grabbed her hair, and glared at him: "...Go back and let you touch it again."

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Alfonso: "...?" Touch what, hair?What's so good about hair?

The straight male elf slowly played a question mark.

The small vendor quickly and diligently packed the jewelry, and a heavy package was handed to the two of them.

Amelia tapped her finger and used a floating spell. The street vendor's eyes became more in awe, and said cautiously: "Miss, our gold ornaments are all handmade by ourselves. There will be no problems. If it’s inappropriate, you can take it and change it..."

Before he could finish his words, a loud sound suddenly interrupted him.

Even in a noisy street, the loud noise was extremely harsh. Pedestrians and vendors stopped their movements and looked here.

A dilapidated tent framed by wooden sticks and rags collapsed suddenly. Under the piles of debris, a small figure twitched, rolled weakly, and uttered a few vague whimpers.

"Child!" An aunt selling wild fruits on the street rushed up after a few steps, hurriedly lifting the rag covering the child, with tears in the corners of her eyes, calling his name in a panic: "Little Bell? You? what happened?"

The immature face was revealed in front of people, and Amelia clearly heard a'hiss' noise from the vendor.

On the child's cheek, large groups of black plaques were gathered together, and green veins burst out. In the center of the black spots, a series of pustules were densely packed, oozing red and yellow blood.

too disgusting.

Amelia got goose bumps the first time she saw it.

The immature boy's voice was still screaming hysterically, the lively streets were strangely quiet, and the eyes of hundreds of people seemed to be concentrated on the slowly expanding dark spots.

"Yes... the plague!" someone screamed in horror.

The sound awakened everyone, and people woke up like a dream and ran backwards in a panic, trying to stay away from the plague and further away.

The two of them were mixed in the crowd, before they had time to react, a surging crowd suddenly surged in, pressing toward the rear with great force like a sea wave.

Amelia is now small, almost being stepped under her feet, a force suddenly came from her waist, and the elf's slender and powerful arms crossed her waist and hugged the little girl sideways.

"!"

Amelia was taken aback by the sudden sense of weightlessness, and then reached out her hand to grab his shoulders, leaned in the ear of the elf and said: "Quick! Find a place where no one is there and put me down. If you squeeze it down like this, something will happen ."

The small vendor hugged his thin sister tightly, and was caught in the crowd.

He tried his best to hug his sister, his knuckles turned white and blue veins burst out. Almost all of his strength was used to embrace his sister's arms. However, a sudden sharp pain and a sense of loss made him involuntarily let go of his hands. .

In the crowded crowd, I don't know which person's short knife was unsheathed, and the sharp blade slashed across the young black and thin arms, blood bursting out, flesh and blood turned out, revealing a little white bone.

The street vendor had no time to find the man, and also too late to see his injury. He opened his eyes wide and watched his sister fall on the ground, being stepped on by one person, two people, three people...

The black and white eyes were crying with pain, and the thin arms stretched towards him. Before they could stretch, they were stepped on the ground by the other foot, making a cracking sound.

"No..." The vendor turned his head to look at his sister who was further and further away with a dumb voice. When one foot was on the girl's dry cheek, his blocked throat finally made a sound: "No--"

The stern shout stopped abruptly.

A light whip from an unknown source cleverly wrapped the little girl's waist and pulled her out of the endless trampling.

The small vendor's face was covered with tears, his eyes still filled with despair, and he looked up along the whip in a daze, first with the white skirt, slender waist, and finally with the gentle and compassionate blue eyes.

The blonde girl stood in the air, the breeze blew her skirt, the thin and messy little girl fell in her arms, filthy her holy clothes, but she gently lifted the girl’s little jaw and brushed away the horror Scars.

God loves the world.

For some reason, the small vendor suddenly remembered this sentence. If there are gods in the world, it should be like this, right?

The situation was urgent, Amelia treated the little girl for a little bit of her injuries, and then she randomly found the balcony of the house and put her in.

"You wait here, don't run around, wait for your brother to pick you up, do you know?" The little girl was still trembling, with lingering fears, and nodded blankly.

After setting up the people, Amelia turned back and looked down from the air at the crowd that was in a mess under her feet.

She found the most crowded places, and a large amount of magical power gushed out of her slender fingers. Everywhere she passed, people's movements were still, and the invisible light film protected their deadly parts.

She pointed to her throat again, and made a deafening voice: "Quiet! I am a saint of the Light God Sect. Everyone listens to me and is not allowed to move!"

She forcibly suppressed the most chaotic place, and the rest of the people heard the noise that overwhelmed all the noise, and stopped one after another, and the chaotic scene was finally brought under control.

Amelia's tense nerves relaxed a little, and continued: "Everyone left in an orderly manner in the direction I pointed, and then ran around to fight for it. A fine, ten gold coins!"

Ten gold coins are the income of an ordinary family for several years.

The threat of fines is indeed powerful. As soon as Amelia's words came out, many people immediately became honest. They would rather catch the plague and die here than burden the family with ten gold coins.

The crowd began to leave the market one after another following Amelia's guidance.

Amelia heaved a sigh of relief and staggered to the ground. This operation consumed a lot of her magic.

"Are you here to find your sister?" She was pale, and smiled at the timid little vendor: "She's over there, on the second floor, you can pick her up."

The small vendor hesitated for a moment, then suddenly bent down and shouted: "Thank you!" He turned around and ran, into the crowd.

Amelia was taken aback and couldn't help but curl her lips and smile.

Even with such a big movement, the middle-aged woman holding her child in the middle-aged woman who was shunned by everyone, she seemed to have heard nothing, shouting the child's name in pain: "Little Bell?... …Little Bell, open your eyes and look at mom..."

Amelia crossed the messy street and walked to her. She was about to squat down to check the child's condition. Suddenly, she was dizzy for a moment, and she fell weightlessly.

She secretly screamed bad, conditioned her eyes narrowed, waiting for the coming pain.However, there was a force supporting her arm and firmly supporting her body.

Amelia paused for a moment, then opened her eyes again, and looked at her arm, only to see a ray of dark magic rushing away.

"Thank you." She stroked a bump on her chest.

The elf turned slightly, and his messy heartbeat rang in his ears.He tightened his eyebrows and closed his eyes displeased.

His human beings are desperate for some irrelevant people again.

"You put him down and stay away." Amelia patted the middle-aged woman on the shoulder, forcing her to put down the little boy with weak breathing in her hand.

The woman was unwilling to let go, but she couldn't resist the magic. She was forced to control her body stiffly and retreated, her teary eyes stubbornly looking at her child.

He can't survive.

Just looking at it, Amelia knew that the child was about to die, and now it was just the last struggle before dying.

The little dark spots were closely attached to the boy's fair skin, like mildew spots deep into the grain of the wood, the center was ulcerated and pus, and white maggots were faintly seen tossing and swimming.

The boy's thin body bounced because of the pain, and his eyes had lost their look and were dull.

"It hurts... It hurts..." He was still crying out in pain.

Amelia did not hesitate, closed his eyes, and gave him a happy moment.

"It's a plague, it smells of dark magic." Amelia turned and said to Debra and others who had just arrived, pointing to the middle-aged woman who collapsed on the ground and cried: "It is very contagious. Take her away too."

There are already glaring black spots on the women's hands, neck, and cheeks, and they spread at a terrifying speed.

"Are you okay?" Rita strode forward, commanding the knight to carry the child's body away from the ground, groaningly: "What are you doing so close? What if you are infected?"

Amelia smiled: "Have you forgotten? We are blessed by gods, we will not be polluted, we will not be infected."

Debra let out a loud sneer.

Rita glared at her angrily, and muttered: "Well, isn't this forgotten for a while,..."

Amelia stared at the middle-aged woman who was forcibly taken away by the knight. The dark spots on the skin on her face became more dazzling in the sun. The more she looked at it, the more familiar she became. Where did she see it?

She pinched her finger for a moment.

I didn't remember until I saw Rita.

In the last town, she and Rita found rat corpses piled up in the garbage dump. At that time, among the people in charge of cleaning up, there was a strange young man with a black spot on the back of his neck!

Thinking of this, Amelia suddenly felt cold.

This means that the plague may have spread long ago, not only in a city, but in a large area.

Perhaps in the city, more than this little boy was infected with the plague.

She raised her head and looked at the people who had left in a panic. The chill in her heart spread and quickly climbed all over her body, making her feel frightened.

With the blessing of magic, the people who were sent by the gods to inspect the surrounding towns soon returned. Sure enough, there was a plague that came from nowhere. The most serious thing was that the city that they had just left not long has become Dead city.

It is said that the streets are full of corpses, just a day's work, the plague is like pressing the accelerator key, quickly swallowing a city of people.

"This is a plague controlled by someone." At the meeting, Debra's face was solemn, her fingers clenched, "It's for us."

"I don't think so." A middle-aged man in the first seat shook his head. He is the bishop here. He has a gentle personality and is quite popular among the people.

"It must not be easy for this person to be able to perform such a large-scale plague technique. With this skill, why not intercept and kill you on the way?"

The bishop clicked on the map and said firmly: "We still have to find the true source of the plague."

Amelia: "Go and ask the first person first to see who he has been in contact with recently."

A group of people came to the specially separated treatment center, and a large number of people lay on the bed dying, exuding the smell of decay.

The spread of the plague was amazing. Over the night, many people who became ill appeared one after another. The howls of pain rang out many times in the middle of the night. The residents were panicked and dared not go out. Even the streets were deserted a lot. .

"Masters." The person in charge took them to the bedside of the middle-aged woman and pointed to her arm to report: "We tried many times. The healing magic has very little effect on this plague and can only sustain them. , It's almost useless."

Yesterday, the middle-aged woman who was still crying and crying with her son was still alive. At this time, she was crying in pain and looked crazy. Her limbs were tied to the bed with ropes to prevent her from going crazy and hurting herself.

"Where's the potion, is it useless?" Amelia asked.

The person in charge has a heavy face, and slowly shook his head: "So far, no particularly effective medicine has been found. We are helpless and can only hang their lives. I'm afraid..."

He did not finish, but everyone knew what he meant.

The air is sticky like a thick black swamp, making it hard to breathe in it.

Amelia bit her lip, couldn't bear to look any more, and turned her gaze out of the window.

What a blessing and an honor it is to be a member of the religion.

Although it is a bit selfish to think this way, many people have such thoughts when they look at the hell-like scene in the house and the panic outside the window.

It is precisely because of the existence of the God of Light that they can survive such a terrible plague, and there is no need to worry that one day they will fall on the bed in pain, so painful that they can't live or die.

The God of Light is indeed the greatest god in the world.

The bishop took out the holy scripture, looked at the woman on the bed compassionately, and left a word at will: "Let her be free, and get peace from the endless pain."

"As for the others."

The bishop looked at the others in the room and wrote lightly: "All those who contract the plague will be killed on the spot without treatment."

Back at the hotel, Amelia was exhausted, thinking about taking a bath and going to bed. She opened the door and hit the white/elf who was quietly guarding the door.

"...?" She was stunned for a moment, "Have you eaten?"

White/elf nodded quietly.

Amelia tentatively said: "Then go back to your room first? They should have allocated a room for you."

Bai/elf obediently stood up and walked out.

A touch of Lengxiang passed by, and Amelia was about to turn around and close the door. Suddenly a palm of her hand pressed her shoulder, Ling Ling approached her and sniffed gently on the side of her neck.

Amelia:!!

He leaned very close, his nose sprayed on the sensitive skin, with warm body temperature, covering all the girl's senses at close range.

He even rubbed the skin of her neck with a cold jade finger.

Amelia shook, and before she had time to slap his hand away, a tentacle swiftly popped out, breaking her beautiful wrist.

"---Click."

Bai/elf retracted his hand and held on to the softly slumped wrist, his complexion unchanged, as if the broken hand was a wooden hand, and his voice was soft and faint: "The smell on you is a bit strange."

strange?Amelia first thought of the smell of sweat, which was a bit embarrassing. Then she realized that she should have a bit of rotten atmosphere of the plague. She patted her neck and said, "It is the smell of someone else, not mine."

Bai/Elf lowered his eyelashes, nodded, gently curled the corners of his lips as if he was relieved, and walked out of the room quietly.

With a click, the door lock was closed.

Amelia let go of the hand holding the little elf's face, let go, and met his cannibalistic gaze, and said helplessly: "You know the last time you made the room like that, how did I explain it to others? Do you want to hit him and find a place where no one is there?"

The elf's face was ashamed: "Then I will kill him now."

Amelia flipped through the clothes in the closet and said without looking up: "Okay, you're great, I'm going to take a bath, you just stay honest, don't peek."

Ignoring the elf's sudden weird look, she pushed open the bathroom door, put the water in, and took a bath comfortably.

The rose petals float in the hot water, infiltrating the fragrant scent, and the jade bathtub reflects the transparent light.

This is the nature of this world.

Amelia took the splash and thought aimlessly, the commoners were exhausted to create a better living environment for the nobles, and the nobles regarded the lives of the untouchables as something to throw away, throwing a bunch and a bunch , It can be regenerated at any time, no need to care.

Amelia sometimes reminds herself not to be addicted, but more often, she will be corrupted by such a drunken life, and gradually forget the sufferings she suffered when she was born at the bottom of society and as an orphan.

And the empathy of being a modern person has gradually been erased by more than a decade of life.

Thinking of the frenzied proposal, Amelia couldn't help but her eyes darkened, her fingers holding the water scoop turned white, and she could not help but exhale deeply.

The sound of the water gradually stopped, and Amelia wiped her body clean and put on clean clothes. When her fingers ran across her smooth back, she suddenly felt a hard bump.

It is round, and it hurts to press hard.

With a jump in her heart, a water mirror condensed, and she moved the wet blond hair to her chest, turned her head, and looked at herself in the mirror.

The girl's soft figure was full of water vapor, her plump breast, slender waist, and delicate butterfly bones on her back trembled under her thin skin.

However, on the girl's round shoulders, there is a conspicuous black spot, which is trembling with her breathing more and more intensely, like an ugly locust sticking to her body, greedily sucking her. vitality.

Amelia's pupils shrank.

A flash of lightning suddenly struck from the sky, and raindrops fell like a pouring down, hitting the ground with a noisy sound.

In the sound of this huge rain, Amelia heard the sound of someone screaming and crying.

"God! Have you given up on us!?"