Taming the Dark Lord

"Wow, this skin is whiter than snow."

"It looks so good too!"

"Shall we pool together the money to buy it and use it together?..."

In countless pairs of curious and hateful eyes, Bai/Jing/Keenly caught Amelia's sight and looked straight at her.

In the midday sun, his whole body glowed white, even his long eyelashes were white, like cold jade on a mountain, unattainable but desirable beauty.

Seeing her, Bai/Jing/Ling seemed to be taken aback, and her cold silver eyes swayed lightly, and a faint smile appeared.

He is laughing.

It is as if the ice and snow melt and spring water overflows.

Amelia was a little hot on her face, and she was pounded by her amazing heartbeat.

How could the gap between the elves and the elves be so big, she sighed, recalling her fierce elves who wanted to call for help at first sight.

If I change Alfonso’s cage, I guess no one would dare to gather around to bid.

Even if he was locked in an iron cage with shackles, he seemed to be sitting on a throne, looking down from the crowd.

"Do you like it?"

Rita just glanced at it casually, and saw Amelia staring, and suggested: "Then buy it. Anyway, you can put it in the palace."

Amelia shook her head sharply.

Dare not dare.

There is a vicious dog in the house. Bring another one back. The vicious dog will bite.

The blond girl in religious costume retracted her gaze to stare at him, turned her head to say something to her companion, the two looked at each other and smiled, and left the area arm in arm.

The golden figure got farther and farther, drowned in the crowd until it was out of sight.

Bai/Jing/Ling in the iron cage silently retracted his eyes and closed his eyes.

Perhaps there was an influx of foreign merchants, and the city was a lot more lively today than usual, and the streets were buzzing and crowded.

Amelia and Rita shuttled through the crowd, and the unusually conspicuous golden skirt made everyone retreat from a distance. Even if it was a market where people stepped on people, it would forcibly give way to a wide path.

All eyes are on them.

From being at a loss to what to do now, Amelia has long been accustomed to being watched this way. She passed a small stall, picked up a lifelike kitten statue, and showed it to Rita with a smile.

Rita looked solemn: "Do you think the smell is a bit strange?"

Amelia was taken aback, sniffed, learning her sniff in the air.

The smell is very smelly. Common people often take a bath if they don’t have the conditions. When there are too many people, they will have the smell of sweat, accompanied by the smell of garbage and waste water.

But today's taste is a bit different.

Amelia distinguished it for a long time, then hesitated: "It seems that something is rotten?"

The two followed the smell, and found a small group of rotting dead mice in a garbage dump on the corner of the street, piled into a small pile, the number is estimated to be hundreds.

"What's the matter, who did it?" Amelia said with an urn in her nose.

The gloomy street corner was covered with maggots, and the pus dripped down, yellow, green and green.Flies were flying in the air, and the scavenging eagle was waiting for food.

This is an excellent breeding ground for evil spirits.

Rita frowned unhappily. The Cult had repeatedly stated that a large number of corpses were not allowed to gather in the city. However, there were still some people who were disobedient and did not carry out the order seriously. In case of trouble again, the Cult had to clean up the mess.

She turned around and nodded from the crowd of onlookers: "You, come here."

An obese middle-aged man emerged from the crowd in accordance with his words. He was dressed in a Chinese suit with a fat face and a fat body. At first glance, he looked like a pampered man.

This is the sheriff here. He has been following the two saints at a distance to prevent untouchables from disturbing the adults and making them unhappy. He didn't expect that the noble saints would actually come to this corner. Inside, he was so frightened that he burst into cold sweat.

He trembled with a pale face: "My lord, a lot of people have come in recently. We don't have enough manpower, so we can't manage it."

Rita glared at him impatiently: "You have time to quibble here, don't hesitate to pack these things for me!"

"Yes Yes!"

The sheriff waved back, called a few young and strong men over, and timidly cleaned up the pile of rotten rat corpses.

"There are other places to take a closer look. We have stated many times that there will never be a large number of piles in the city, and a similar situation will happen next time..." Rita was training there.

Amelia supervised the strong labor to clean up the garbage dump, clutching her nose, and applying protective magic for them to prevent any infectious diseases from getting on them.

A young sturdy guy passed by this amazingly beautiful noble girl, he hung his head shyly and inferiorly, his tanned black face showed a blush, and he dared not look directly into her eyes.

Amelia couldn't help but glanced at him more.

When she looked over, the young man was turning his face, revealing a dark patch from the back of his neck half-hidden by the collar, the size of a child's fist.

Is it a birthmark?Amelia didn't care and raised her hand to cover him with a protective film.

After a while, the rat carcass was cleaned up, and Rita brought the trained sheriff with his head and head and complained to Amelia: “It’s hard to come by once and stay in this smelly place for so long. Really annoying."

The sheriff smiled nonchalantly, put on a handkerchief to wipe sweat, nodded and bowed to send away the two saints.

"Master, people are already far away, get up quickly." The personal servant whispered.

The sheriff finally straightened his curved waist, kicked the servant, and cursed: "Did you see my back pain? Come over and give me a hammer."

The valet was kicked and smashed. Before he could slap the dust on his body, he quickly got up and pressed his back, carefully asking, "Master, what can you do about this? Doesn't it affect the future of the master?"

"Can you hope that your master will be good!"

The sheriff glared at the male servant, rubbed his head irritably, hesitated for a moment, still took out the heavy money bag from his arms, and said in pain: "Go, go to the slave owner who came today, and take that white/fine /Ling bought it for me, cleaned it up, and sent it to the church. It was said to be an apocalyptic gift for the Lord Saint."

The valet took the purse: "Which adult do you give it to?"

"The prettier one, I remember her name was... Amelia." The sheriff rubbed his fingers and scratched his itchy elbow: "The remaining one, let me keep the gems that I have treasured for many years. The statue is sent over."

"Can you keep my position, Lord, it's just this time, you have to fight for me, do it well, you know?" The sheriff sighed.

"Yes! You will not be disappointed!" The valet nodded heavily.

Okay?

The valet thought of the lover the master raised outside. He was enchanting and seductive, and he liked to wear a seductive white gauze to please the master.The master also likes it very much and smiles happily every time.

He again thought of the amazing-looking elves, and the tattered coarse clothes on his body.

Footman: Good!I understand!

On the other side, Amelia returned to the church, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and discussed the route back with others for a while.

Debra wore a worried expression: "Just now, the pope sent me a message and told us to go back quickly. I don't know what happened, but Mianxia is so anxious."

Suddenly, Amelia remembered her shock when she was fighting with the skinny witch. After hesitating for a while, she whispered: "Did you feel that our magic seems...weakened recently."

There was silence in the room for a while.

Everyone exchanged their gazes, their expressions were worried and uneasy, and they obviously felt the same, but they didn't dare to say it until Amelia was the first to bring it up and found that everyone felt the same.

"How come? It's impossible." Rita exclaimed, clenching her fingers and looking at Amelia in a bewilderment.

"Okay!" Debra slapped the table, and stopped the discussion: "This matter should not be raised to the outside, and should not be said in private. It cannot cause public panic, you know?"

Everyone sparsely responded.

Coming out of the chamber, Amelia took a special detour to the church hall. The light idol was still standing on the stone steps, and her body was covered by a holy halo. Mortals could not see his appearance, but would only feel it. A deterrent force that could not help but oppress them to kneel down.

The magic power of all the believers in the religion comes from the God of Light. He is the source of the power of the Guangming faction and the beginning of power.

Now everyone’s magic has a problem. Does this mean that God of Light has a problem?

There were many people who thought the same as Amelia, everyone stood in front of the hall silently, watching the dim face of the idol, worried and no one spoke.

Amelia’s worries are heavier than others, and she can be sure that the God of Light must have encountered some unknown change, and he may even lose the power of the lower realm.

Otherwise, at that time, the Necromancer trampled on the head of the god, wantonly blasphemy, why didn't the omniscient and omnipotent light god come to give the divine punishment?

It's because He can't do it.

The sky gradually darkened, and the room was dimmed. Several figures stood under the statues, bowing their heads in prayer, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Amelia felt cold in her heart and looked back at the heavy clouds in the sky.

When the sun went down, only a halo remained in the world, and a cold wind blew on the ground, rolling up the withered leaves.

It is full of wind and rain.

In the middle of the night, the sky was covered with shining stars. Amelia yawned and opened the door, lazily shouting: "I'm back."

No one responded.

She turned on the magic lamp with a snap, stunned by everything that caught her eye.

In the original luxurious and noble bedroom, there is a very fragrant/bright iron cage. Inside sits a quiet male elf. He doesn’t wear anything, only a thin veil, which is the same as if he was not wearing it. The scenery is unobstructed.

He put a small package on his knees, inside it was bulging, revealing a black and shiny whip handle, obviously not a pure weapon.

A note was attached to the package.

Amelia squinted her eyes and used her excellent eyesight to see what was written on it.

"Holy Lady Amelia:

I heard that you love this light/essence/spirit, and the villain did something wrong. Fortunately, the lady of the saint is willing to help, the villain is grateful, and I will send the light/essence/spirit to the lady to play Happy, happy playing!

PS: The props in the package are the latest products, safe and clean, adults, you can rest assured!

——(Name of sheriff) Sincerely."

The low male voice read the words on the note again and snorted with a smile.

Amelia turned her head slowly.

With a sound of "pop!", the deep-skinned elf put one hand on the door and closed the door mercilessly, as if cutting off her escape route.

"I heard, you like light/fine/spirit?"

The word light greatly accentuates the pronunciation.