Taming the Dark Lord

"So, where should we start?"

Amelia was sitting at the table, next to Rita, opposite Debra, there was a plate of fruit in the middle of the table, and Amelia was pulling grapes from above to eat.

Debra groaned: "The bishop here is named Clemens. He was born in a heretical trial. He is very capable. We are new to this place and we are not familiar with the place. It is better to ask him."

Amelia chewed on the grapes and nodded: "Well, it makes sense."

"Huh, I don't think it's okay." Rita couldn't see Debra being proud, and pointed her eyebrows to stab her: "Can he help us? Don't forget, the heresy court has always been at odds with the Pope. He wants to see our mission fail."

Debra reprimanded: "What are you talking about! Everyone is a member of the religion, how could the bishop watch the witch run away?"

Rita rolled her eyes: "It's also possible that he could not catch us by himself."

Debra got angry: "You!"

"Okay, okay, let's go and see if we know it?" Amelia hurriedly closed the game, "Look at what the bishop's attitude is, and then decide whether to seek his help, okay?"

The two people had never looked at each other before, and then Debra shook the past that Rita wanted to hide the most to everyone, and the two had a complete feud.

There have been noisy times along the way, I don't know how many times, and Debra's accustomed gentle expression can't hang up.

Rita snorted, raised a beautiful face, and glanced at her triumphantly, "I still listen to our chief. Someone who is not even the chief dare to command blindly here. Haha, it's a big laugh. Up."

Seeing Debra's jaw tightened and slowly creaking, Amelia quickly pulled away Rita who was still talking.

A group of three arrived in front of the local branch in a carriage.This town is barren, but the religious buildings are the most luxurious and bright here. The roads are paved with white jade, the windows are bright and clean, and they are elegant and generous.

The carriage stopped in front of the church.

Amelia pressed the handrail with one hand and walked down the steps: "Hey, it's so grand."

In front of the door stood a few civilians who came to worship. They were wearing simple clothes with patches stacked on them, kneeling on the luxurious white jade floor. The contrast between wealth and poverty was very dazzling at this time.

Rita followed her eyes and looked at it: "It's pretty good-looking, go back and talk about it, let's change to this kind of floor too."

Amelia smiled, and took her hand to catch up with Debra who had already walked some distance away: "Complete the task first."

It was early in the morning, and Bishop Clemens hadn't gotten up yet, and after he ordered the maid to call, the three waited in the waiting room.

After waiting for a long time, there was still no movement.

Rita couldn't wait any longer, she stood up and said angrily: "What are you going to do? Can you give us a chance?"

Debra also frowned: "Let the maid call again..."

"Boom!"

Before she finished speaking, the door of the waiting room was suddenly pushed open.

"My lord!" The maid's face was pale, her hands trembled, and her tan eyes were full of fear: "His Master Bishop, he seems to be dead, and there is blood all over him. He didn't respond after I called for a long time."

Amelia stood up suddenly, the three of them looked at each other, and hurried to the bishop's room following the steps of the maid.

As soon as they entered the room, the three gasped.

The church is a place blessed by the god of light, which should not be invaded, especially the room of the bishop is right around the statue of the god, which is the place with the strongest light element.

However, here, the darkness is so strong that it dyes the air gray.

A middle-aged man in pajamas lay face down on the ground, a large swath of scarlet blood on his waist and abdomen stained the white ground, his body was already stiff, and he did not know how long he had been dead.

Debra was the first to react. She grabbed the tearful maid and sternly asked her: "Call the Cavaliers guarding nearby and the knights we brought."

The maid crawled away.

Amelia covered her nose, glanced over the corpse on the ground, and looked up at the iron cage in the corner of the room.

The cage is made of fine iron and is very strong. There are water bowls and food bowls inside, as well as a broken bedding.

People poured into the room one after another, Amelia avoided the splashing blood, walked to the cage, squatted down, and twisted a faded bow hair accessory.

Behind her, Debra was still commanding the crowd with a stern expression: "Call the mayor over and order him to seal all exits and no one is allowed to go out. All residents must register for the two-day itinerary..."

Rita came over with her skirt and glanced at the bow in her hand, "Is anyone else living here? It's still a woman."

Amelia shook her head: "I don't know, I should have been in the cage for a long time, and I have been there recently, look."

She used her jaw to tap a dirty potty in the corner of the cage.At least it's still fresh now, and it smells terribly stink.

Debra told the knight to come over, with a gentle face as cold as ice: "It's a woman again, will it have something to do with the two witches? We are here for this matter. As soon as we arrived here, Lord Bishop died. It's a coincidence."

Rita pinched her chin and thought: "It's possible."

Amelia knew that the two girls were not witches, or that they were not at the time.

She let go of her hand and let the bow dangling to the ground, falling into a pool of blood spreading along the cracks in the floor tiles.

The mayor's movements were extremely fast. As soon as the three Amelia walked out of the bishop's bedroom, a fat middle-aged man ran over with his stomach.

"Three adults, I have completed your instructions. Those who can stay are detained in the city. There are also two teams of knights who followed the path to catch those who had left in the past two days. They should be back soon. "The mayor was sweating profusely, and he bent down very flatteringly, with dazzling fear in his eyes.

In the area under the jurisdiction of the gods, all officials are under their jurisdiction. Amelia and the three are saints who have the power to depose him directly.

A bishop actually died on his territory.As soon as the mayor heard the news, he rolled off the bed and ran over in fear, for fear that his position would be taken off.

Fortunately, the three saints didn't anger him, didn't even glance at him, and went straight past.

"Let’s start with those non-residents."

"Check together, the witch may also replace someone's identity, and everyone can't let it go."

The mayor heaved a sigh of relief, stepped on small broken steps, and followed them with a swing.

The knights of the brigade left here, some stayed in place to guard the church, and some left with the carriage of the three saints.

After they walked for a long time, a gloomy woman in black turned out from a dark alley not far from the church.

Her brown eyes looked closely at the back of the carriage, as if she wanted to see her heart and remember them firmly in her soul.

After a long time, she put on her hood again and left here.

On the carriage, under the discussion between Debra and Rita to "abandon the previous suspicion and move forward hand in hand", the three unanimously decided to start with the people who came to this small town in recent days.

All people who arrive in this town within two or three days must line up for inspection, and walk in line in front of the saint to confirm whether there is a dark atmosphere on their bodies.

Amelia sat behind the long table and continued paddling, watching Debra and Rita's busy work and eating grapes leisurely.

Not to mention, the grapes in this small town are watery, plump and juicy, and they are more delicious than those specially offered by the gods.

When you leave, you must bring some back, or bring some grape seeds to plant in the garden.

She thought about it distractedly, picked a round and beautiful one from the inside, wiped it clean with a handkerchief, and sneaked it under the table: "Hey, do you eat or not..."

Her hand stopped in mid-air.

With the company of day and night for half a month, Amelia almost forgot that the picky and arrogant little elf had gone.

When she left, she glared at her without a word of thanks, especially ruthless and unreasonable.

I don't know if he found his family.

Amelia was a little lost, took her hand back, and ate the grape herself.

With the Cavaliers on the scene, no matter how popular people are, they dare not get angry at this time, and honestly line up for inspection.

Suddenly, a haggard woman in the middle of the crowd twitched silently, and slowly fell to the ground, waving her hands and feet wildly, and muttering a vague whisper in her mouth.

"What's wrong with you?" The woman's relative bowed down and called her name, pressing the woman's twitching shoulder.The woman struggled and screamed sharply and looked crazy.

The crowd was in an uproar, the surrounding civilians retreated one after another, and the knight squeezed in from the crowd and pressed her against her, suppressing her rolling and scratching movements.

"Tie it up with a tie, and put a wooden stick in her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue." Amelia shouted, and commanded the knight to tie up the woman.

She frowned slightly, whether the woman was really possessed by the devil or had some strange disease, but let the saints see it, it would not be over easily.

Sure enough, Debra was like a jackal moving by smelling the wind, and came over after smelling it.

"What's her name? The locals still come from outside?" Debra knelt down, rolled the woman's eyelids and glanced, sneered: "It's so fast."

Amelia raised her eyebrows: "Has been possessed?"

"Yes, and the time is not short." Debra wiped the finger of the woman who had just touched it with a handkerchief, and raised her eyes and glanced at the woman's family lightly: "Come with me, I have something to ask you."

"Then I will take her back to church." Amelia took the initiative to take care of her work. She just happened to go back and don't have to come again. Wouldn't it be better to lie down on a comfortable bed than here?

Productivity in this world is low, and civilians are generally poor and ignorant.In other words, I just don't like to take a bath, I might wash it once or twice a year.

The smell in the room is simply stinking.

Walking out the door holding her breath, Amelia took a deep breath of the fresh air from the outside world, holding the grapes in her arms, turning her head to the knight behind her, and saying, "Just carry people into the carriage, or you It's not easy to ride with it."

"Yes."

The middle-aged woman was still going mad, tied with a hard twine and bloodshot eyes, staring at the front with a force that was almost out of the frame, and she kept making'umhhhh' sounds.

Several knights in armor escorted her, and countless passing pedestrians cast amazement and contempt.

What a familiar scene.

It was as if the things experienced in her had repeated themselves.

The woman who has been hiding in the dark can no longer bear it, memories of hatred flooded in, scenes of scenes turned in her mind.At this moment she looked at the miserable woman as if she had seen herself many years ago.

Damn, these dog things of the God of Light, damn it!

She clenched the poisoned long knife, and with overwhelming murderous intent and anger, she rushed towards Amelia, who was turning her head to talk to someone——

At the same time, in the forest beside the town.

The dark elf once again walked past a marked tree trunk, frowned, and looked back at the path when he came.

He returned to where he was separated from the woman.