Taming the Dark Lord

"What look in your eyes?" Alfonso raised his eyebrows, keenly aware of the atmosphere that was not right.

The girl’s beautiful almond eyes widened, and she fixedly looked at him, Yun's blue eyes were not the usual emotions, but stunned, and there was a trace of...panic in the stunnedness?

She was afraid of him.

After realizing this, Alfonso's face sank, with a trace of anger coming from nowhere, and said in a deep voice: "What's your nerve?"

He stretched out his hand to take back the black book to see what exactly changed her expression.

However, before her fingertips touched the spine of the book, Amelia looked like she was being pointed at with a knife, and took a few steps back.

"I, I still have something to do, I'm leaving now." Her voice was trembling, her eyes fluttered and she dared not look into his eyes.

Abandoning this sentence, the girl turned around and ran, as if there was some terrible beast behind her, her footsteps were messy and hurried, she almost stumbled when she went out from the rooftop, and found a small exclaim.

The fingers of the elf hanging on his side moved slightly invisible.

His blood-filled eyes were so dark that he quietly watched the slender back disappear from his eyes, and the sound of footsteps became farther and farther away from him, so far that he could hardly be heard.

The balcony returned to silence.

The elf turned his eyes and looked back downstairs again. The white crown of the god of light was just a foot away. He stood above it, as if standing on top of the god's head, stomping the disgusting whiteness under his feet.

However, such thoughts can no longer make him happy.

"Kabun—"

The jade floor tiles cracked deep gaps centered on the place where the elves were standing, and the debris flew up and stood still in this turbulent space.

The soft sunlight casts on the elf's expressionless face, and a few strands of pale hair hang down on the brows, making the eyes darker and darker underneath, hiding a strand of almost invisible grievance and puzzlement.

What's wrong with this woman?

Amelia surreptitiously hid the book in her skirt, as if carrying a bomb, her heartbeat went back to the bedroom assigned to her.

There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, and Amelia ignored the big bed that was so soft at first glance. She opened the closet door, got in, hugged her knees, squatted, and put the black book on her knees. Go on and start reading seriously.

She actually had a hint of luck.

No way?impossible?

That's the Dark God, it's God!How could it be so miserable that she picked it up again.

I heard that the dark elves have the habit of imitating the dark gods. Maybe Alfonso was a fanatic of the dark gods before his amnesia, so he made himself like a god.

But at the same time, she knew in her heart that this kind of explanation was untenable. Whose believer would imitate exactly the same, isn't that blasphemous?This is disrespectful behavior.

Let the gods know that they will be punished.

Desperate in her heart, Amelia shook her hands and turned the pages of the book.

She quickly skipped the section that caused her myocardial infarction and skipped directly to the next page.

——It is an untouchable god.①

——Those who are close to the origin of his power will be infected with his spirit. The closer the distance, the heavier the infection will be, madness, despair and distortion.

——In the end, he lost his mind and became his body walking between heaven and earth.

——He is definitely not a good god!

——Do not approach anyone who is not the blessing of the god of light.

"Pop!" Amelia closed the book.

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Okay, now there is no explanation for any reason.

He is the god of darkness, the mysterious and terrifying evil god.

It is still the gods who are diametrically opposed to the gods she serves and hate each other.

This is like when playing a game, the red soldier and the blue boss met on a narrow road. Not only did they fail to fight, they also took them to their base camp. Would you rather give them food or food?

As for the red soldier, not only is she stupid, she is also a shameful two-fifth boy!

"Goo..."

Amelia is autistic.

When Rita knocked on the door and came in, the room was completely dark, the lights were not turned on, and the light white veils were hanging down coldly in the night breeze.

"Huh? Not here?" She was about to close the door when she suddenly saw a familiar skirt exposed outside the closet door.

Very familiar, I saw someone wearing it this morning.

When she looked over, the hem of the skirt moved a bit, as if being pulled by someone, and immediately calmed down again, pretending that nothing happened.

"?"

Rita walked over, opened the closet door bluntly, and grabbed a dejected millet from inside.

"What are you doing, playing hide and seek?"

Amelia lay on her arm, the whole figure was like a cabbage worm who was slapped by pia, showing a sense of unrequited love from top to bottom.

"Woo." She whimpered vaguely.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Rita softened her voice and touched the top of her soft blonde hair, smoothing her hair like a purring kitten.

Amelia rubbed her palm, barely pulled her head out, her soft white cheeks almost glowed in the dark: "I'm hungry, I want to eat." She sighed long.

When she heard that she didn't want to say much, Rita blinked. The arrogant girl rarely thought about it, and changed the subject following her words:

"Would you like to go out to eat? I heard that there are many delicious shops in this town. They are unique and difficult to eat in other places. Would you like to try it?"

Amelia sighed again and touched her hungry belly, "Okay, wait for me."

She casually grabbed a cloak from the wide open closet and put it on, then took the money bag from the table, and tied it around her waist as usual, and the two went out together with them.

This city is located on the border, and the food sold on the street is as unique as Rita said. There is a strong pepper smell in the air, which is choking but attractive.

Pepper!Amelia's moved tears filled her eyes. It's been a long time since she had eaten this thing.

When the crowd saw two girls wearing extraordinary clothes, they let go. The owner of the dining hall wiped his hands awkwardly, nodded and greeted him: "Two adults, what do you want to eat?"

Rita didn't even look at him, she just smiled and talked to Amelia: "Although this is not as good as the cook in the temple, it is not bad. You can taste it and throw it away if you don't like it."

Amelia nodded with interest: "Okay, try."

She was about to take out the money from the purse, but the cafeteria owner suddenly stopped her in a hurry, "I don't need to pay, you don't need it, you don't need it, you really don't need it."

The owner of the canteen is a middle-aged man with his back slumped, wearing shabby black clothes, his body trembling when he approaches them.

Common people can't afford to offend nobles. If they can hide or hide, if they really meet, they naturally lower themselves into the mud and dust, and pray that the noble lords don't get angry.

Amelia glanced at the little boy who was hiding behind the boss timidly, her dark eyes were still innocent, but they were already stained with fear, and she looked straight at her.

She felt soft and insisted on taking out the purse, untied the rope, and touched it with her delicate white fingers, touched it in, touched it in——

!

What is this?

The touch in the palm is cold, but it is not the hard coldness of the gold coin, but a slight softness, a bit of elasticity, and it is big, the size of her palm, still moving.

Amelia's expression cracked.

When did this boss come in!!

Why don't you tell her!!!

Amelia’s hand was frozen in place, and she did not dare to move, for fear that a big man might chop off her offended hand. Rita had found a comfortable position to sit down and beckoned her to eat.

Amelia moved over step by step and sat down straight.

The mood to eat suddenly disappeared.

Her hand was still poking in the bag, and the big man lay on her palm, motionless, even as if he was rubbing, the smooth hair was itchy, and it itched to her spine.

Amelia shuddered.

She suddenly remembered how she bullied the big guy a few days ago, touching her hair, pulling her ears, and hitting her head...and then think about the sentence,'If you go against his will, he will take your soul and crush your body. Turned into dust under his god seat.'.

The legs became soft.

Had it not been for sitting on a stool, Amelia might have knelt on the spot.

"Eat, isn't it delicious?" Rita looked at her suspiciously.

The boss and his son were serving tremblingly. As Amelia remained silent for longer, the fear of despair in her eyes became more apparent.

Amelia's heart squinted, the palms that held the elf's body quickly twitched, and then fastened the mouth of the bag, and put the money bag respectfully on the table. All these actions, she used her fastest speed throughout the process. It only took two or three seconds.

However, with a high concentration of nerves, she clearly felt that when she withdrew her hand, she seemed to have inadvertently rubbed something soft and moist...

That dampness still remains on the fingertips.

Mouth, be the mouth.

...I actually touched the boss's mouth shamelessly!

Perhaps it was more grief than death. Amelia was not afraid after a moment of gloom. She shrank her head with a knife and stretched her head with a knife. Anyway, she would die. It's better to be a dead ghost and walk comfortably on Huangquan Road.

She huffed and ate the spicy and hot broth, like mutton pieces floating in the sour soup, the noodles were sprinkled with red peppers, and the tip of her nose was sweaty.

"awesome!"

Amelia gave a thumbs up to the cafeteria owner, pulled out a few gold coins from Rita's purse, and teased the little boy with a smile.

The girl laughed softly, and the purse placed on the table moved slightly.

Alfonso's complexion was dark, with pointed ears exposed, and a slight redness at the top.

Oh, I'm so happy.

He involuntarily pursed his lips, and his pale lips became more and more red, not knowing what was rubbed by something, making the cold face softened a bit.

'Insolent.'

When she left the dining room full and full, Amelia really had the urge to pretend to forget to take the money bag and never return.

It is a pity that the desire to survive forced her to give up this idea. She regretted holding up the money bag, carefully putting it in her pocket, and daring not to hang it around her waist.

The sparks at night were extremely bright and spent as long as possible on the street, until the pedestrians gradually dwindled and the business closed, and Amelia finally reluctantly returned.

The church was empty late at night, with only a few knights guarding the door. After Rita yawned and said goodbye to her, she was the only one left in the bedroom.

When there is no one, it is when two people are alone.

Amelia was not yet mentally prepared, and she didn't know what kind of attitude to face Alfonso, when a slender and tall figure suddenly appeared and forced her to the corner.

"Hey, running dog." The elf was a head taller than her, looking condescendingly, with a cloud of gloom under his brow, hiding the dark red eyes in the darkness.

Extremely evil, worthy of an evil god.

Amelia looked at her and weakened her legs. She tremblingly supported the wall to support her body, not daring to look directly into his eyes.

It's over, is he going to kill me.

Ahhhhh, am I going to be buried here today?Amelia screamed inwardly.

The girl shivering into the ball shivered, Yunlan's eyes stared at the ground, just not looking at him, it was a world of difference from the usual way of beating him at every turn.

The elf looked down at her, his bushy eyebrows tightened, "Are you sick? Look over."

Amelia paused, before she was mentally prepared, the impatient elf pinched her neck with one hand and forcibly turned her head around.

The cold palm fell on the deadly part, and the five fingers were slender, tightly holding her tightly, slightly harder, but not so painful.

There is a feeling of life being mastered.

Amelia stiffened.

The elf was so close that he dropped his head slightly, and his pale hair fell down, covering the outside scenery. In Amelia's sight, only his face was so handsome that it could not be spotted.

He squinted his scarlet eyes, looked at her with an unknown expression, and struck her with a light breath, with an unknown light fragrance.

Breath touch.

Under the deterrence of this face, Amelia couldn't escape the mind, froze in place, letting him look at it motionlessly.

"you……"

The thin, bloodless lips opened and closed slowly, and under close contact, Amelia even saw the slightly red tip of her tongue exposed.

Her heart beats like thunder, waiting for the judgment of the gods as if she died.

"You..." the elf raised his eyebrows, and asked with some confusion: "Are you still angry?"

what?

Amelia was utterly stunned by him, and stuttered: "Why, what is it angry?"

"Then why are you hiding from me today?" Alfonso's eyes flashed a touch of irritation, his fingers tightened, and the honey-colored skin contrasted with the girl's white complexion, which was very conspicuous.

It was on the rooftop in the morning, and ran away inexplicably. When I returned to the room, I still squatted in the closet and couldn't come out. The whole person was strange.

"me……"

Amelia dare to say,'My dear, you are not actually a dark elf, your true identity is the dark god'?

Of course she dare not.

She died after speaking out.

So far, Alfonso still hasn't recovered her memory, she can still be stubborn, if she remembers, then she will have to die in place.

Still a very miserable death.

Amelia swallowed, her eyes moved down, staring at the elf's sliding Adam's apple, and dryly said: "Yes, I'm still angry, so I haven't spoken to you today."

"Be careful." The elf snorted and commented simply and neatly.

He seemed to be relieved, let go of the hand holding her neck, straightened up, and said lazily: "Okay, I see, I'll go out and talk to you later."

It sounds a bit good...

Amelia continued dryly: "Oh."

She stood there, watched Alfonso nodded in satisfaction, turned around and took a look at the layout of the room, walked to the big bed that was so soft at first glance, opened the quilt and lay down.

...

Oh, right.

Amelia, who was hit continuously today, thought blankly, that there is no basement in the church room, and the elf can only sleep with her in a bed.

Can I still sleep tonight?

Amelia couldn't help but question.

The answer is not only to sleep well, but also to sleep soundly.

When the strong sunlight awakened Amelia, she opened her eyes, and her skin was honey-colored.

The thin waist of Xia Xia was placed on the thin waist of the elf, revealing the naked/naked chest, and the explosive smooth muscles from top to bottom, full and firm, making the population dry.

Amelia followed the look. Alfonso was staring at the ceiling in a daze. He noticed her gaze, and he looked over and showed a malicious smile: "Hey, your saliva is rubbing against me. ."

"fart!"

Amelia hasn't woken up from sleep yet, she rubbed her eyes and said in a daze, "Don't talk nonsense, fairies never drool in sleep."

Was scolded again.

The elf felt an inexplicable relief when he was angry.

It wasn't until she was washing her face that she encountered the cold water that had just hit the well, that Amelia remembered what she had just said to the gods.

——Forget it, don’t worry about debts.

She wiped the water off her face and yawned lazily.

Anyway, he would die after Alfonso recovered his memory, so he didn't care about these two points anymore.

Later, Amelia found an opportunity and quietly returned the Black Book. Fortunately, most of the manpower and material resources were spent on searching for the divination witch Bella. For the time being, no one found that the Black Book had disappeared briefly for a day.

Some people tried to read this book, but for most people, it was a book that could not be opened at all. Only a small number of people could open it, but blank pages without writing were exposed.

Among thousands of religious believers and nearly 10,000 ordinary people, only Amelia can read this book.

Of course, Amelia didn't reveal this. She seemed to be the only one who could see the handwriting. She opened the book with a normal expression, showing that she hadn't seen anything to the outside, and she was successfully confused.

Later on Debra's proposal, everyone decided to present this mysterious black book to the Pope's crown, and he would decide what to do with it.

There was also the witch who had been quietly staying in the dungeon and was almost forgotten, and was also taken by Amelia and others back to the sanctuary.

The day before departure, Amelia gave the elf the task of packing up her luggage and ran out to play with Rita.

"Lazy." The elf squeezed a word through his teeth, standing by the bedroom window, watching the girl happily running out from the second floor.

Tentacles stretched out his body behind him, occupying the entire room hugely, and the thick black mist overflowed, resembling a devil's vineman, with human remains hanging on every branch.

But a closer look reveals that the so-called remnants are actually just clothes floating in the air.

It is drying clothes.

The tentacles on the other side work hard to foam and scrub, and the other part is responsible for folding, packing, and loading luggage. A complete set of processes is skilled and fast, skilled and fast.

It, under the ruthless consultation of the master, has become a skilled...Launcher (male) worker!

Tentacle: Crying and harp.

On the other side, as soon as Amelia came out of the dining hall, she ran into a moving slave market.

It is said to be mobile because it is made up of a large cage hung on a carriage. Large and small creatures are curled up in an iron cage. Some are not strands, some are covered with hair, and they grow strangely.

A large number of people gathered around to watch. Occasionally, aristocrats dressed in riches took a fancy to slaves and bargained with slave owners.

"Ha, it's interesting, this team of merchants is good, and they can actually catch the white/elves." Rita said with interest.

Hearing the keyword "elf", Amelia, who had already looked away, looked at it again, and she found white/jing/ling in one of the cages.

Unlike Alfonso, he is very white.

His skin shone like a jade, his golden hair was draped down, his clothes were ragged, his eyes were clean and condensed, and he looked expressionlessly at the crowd.

Those silver eyes contained a cold chill.

This is the second most beautiful humanoid Amelia has seen in her lifetime.