Taming the Dark Lord

——A respectable and great God-loving person, what do you command?

The thick flattery almost came out through the pages of the book.

Amelia was disgusted with goose bumps, and then she immediately noticed someone's probing gaze sweeping the pages of the book and her expression.

She immediately froze and began to deny Sanlian: "What do you say about the person that God loves? How come I don't understand at all."

The expression was innocent and confused.

The elf buried in her neck gave a low laugh.

Amelia's scalp numb when he laughed, she braced her expression, staring at the black book without squinting, "I have something to ask you. I have the materials. Where is the pattern model?"

The girl's tone was gentle, but her sight was vaguely murderous, and she was pinned to the page of the book.

Hei Shu shook for a while, and didn't dare to BB anymore, quickly drew the magic circle model and laid it on the ground cleverly, pretending that he was just an ordinary book.

So the tentacle, who had just rested not long, was called by the unscrupulous master to draw the circle, and the black book was taken away.

During the battle, the dark red lava that covered the ground gradually faded, leaving behind burnt black ground and a piece of debris.

Looking at the remaining half of the magic scepter not far away, Amelia suddenly remembered that there was still something she hadn't asked. Although she already knew it, she still had to follow the procedure.

"What's the matter with the light? Why did you kidnap me suddenly and still draw this thing on top of my head." He rubbed his forehead as he said.

The elf yawned lazily, his eyelids drooping, "You have to stay, don't you know?"

"Of course I don't know!" I can't say if I know it.Amelia categorically cut the railroad, and asked: "What about the other person? Dead?"

Elf: "Dead."

Alfonso has said so, it is a real dog.

Amelia couldn't say how she felt, she looked down at the sun pattern embroidered on the hem of her skirt. It was a symbol of the god of light. Every believer would embroider this to prove the identity of the handwriting.

The gods admired by thousands of people just fell to a place no one knew.

She let out a casual "Oh", and lowered her head thinking whether there would be any reaction from the gods, whether others would find out, and how to deal with the subsequent chain reaction of this matter. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became, her brows tightened.

The air was strangely silent for a while.

The dark elf who slouched on her looked up, stared into her eyes and said, "You can't bear it?"

"What?" Amelia was interrupted by her thoughts, she was taken aback for a moment, she met his eyes, she suddenly became cold, and she shook her head repeatedly: "No, you see, he is still drawing on my head, I Can you bear it?"

Alfonso looked at her for a moment, looked back, and lay down in his original posture.

Ma, why are there more and more propositions recently.

Reluctantly coping with the past wave, Amelia wiped her sweat, not daring to confront the elf as if she could see the sight in the human bones, flexibly lowered her head and swept out, stood up a few times, patted her butt to find Talking little tentacles.

"I'll supervise it to work, don't draw me wrong, just lie down by yourself."

Without the soft human flesh cushion, Alfonso took a moment to relax, and stood up from the ground, a few wisps of smoky ash from white to transparent hair slipped, and the tips of his ears moved, revealing a smile but a smile. .

Lie in front of him.

The corners of the elf’s thin lips curled up, but his eyes became cold. He should have left the dirty thing to his life, slowly crushing it to torment, and can also tell this woman to see who is worthy of raising her, so that she will not continue to worry about it. .

Human beings are such small and precious creatures, so fragile, boring, and so bold.

Such a special human being, perhaps he will never meet the next one, it can be called a rare treasure.

Treasures can only be owned by the strong.The weak who died should dissipate obediently, and even the memory should be wiped out.

From a distance, the elf's expression is very ghostly.Amelia shuddered, and quickly retracted Mimi's eyes.

Under the extremely flattering guidance of Black Book, Amelia successfully drew a magic circle with the potion she made, eliminating the curse.

At that moment, she felt her body lighten, as if something that had troubled her for a long time had been stripped away. She was refreshed and hurried back to town.

The street is still empty. Sometimes there are bodies that have not had time to drag away. They rot and melt quietly on the corner of the street. But when you look closely, you can see flashing figures in the corner. Most of them retain pain and despair. The disappearing plague gave a dazed look.

When the time was too late, Amelia roughly counted the heads and breathed a sigh of relief.

The church was very lively. As soon as Amelia went in, she saw a group of believers who were kneeling in front of the God of Light. Their expressions became more fanatical, and their mouths murmured in chaos.

She listened carefully and discovered what they were talking about, as if she thought that the disappearance of the plague was a reward from the gods, rewarding them for their perseverance and indestructible will, and did not give up the hope of life even at the moment of life and death.

Amelia: ...I just talk about it casually, do you really believe it?

She just didn't have the thought of asking for credit, and she low-key into the crowd, along with everyone, prayed to the god who had long since fallen.

Until the morning light was faint, the daylight was shed through the thick clouds, and everyone finished praying. Rita's eyes were still red, but the corners of her lips could not be restrained, with a sense of relief as a stone fell in her heart.

"Amelia, are you here? You are right. My God is really happy to see that we haven't given up. This must be a test my God has put on us, and we all passed." Rita quietly relaxed He said, "It scared me to death, I thought..."

Halfway through the conversation, Rita hurriedly stopped her voice and turned to other topics, "Amelia, you have done a great job this time. When you go back, you will be very happy to be crowned the Pope."

Debra walked up, touched her cheek unconsciously with her hand, and glanced at Amelia: "It's a good job. In this respect, I'm not as good as you."

Debra's expression was a little dim. She served the gods since she was a child, and she was the oldest among the many saints. Unexpectedly, a half-way monk who was a monk could understand the meaning of the gods better than her.

It was she who lost, and the pope pointed to Amelia as the chief, perhaps not just a finger, but discovered her hidden talent.

Bathed in the mixed eyes of everyone's admiration and admiration, Amelia was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted.

Her original purpose seemed to be to make a mistake?

Why did she manage it with a single pass, the position of the chief seemed to be more stable...

Amelia's expression lost control for a moment.

wait wait wait!

The God of Light has fallen now, and no god will descend at all in the holy scripture that will be held in a month's time. In other words, there is no need to worry that the identity of the traverser will be seen through.

If you don’t see through it, you won’t be burned to death as a heresy, so the position of the chief... doesn’t seem to be a big deal?

At most, get more salary.

The more she thought about it, the calmer her expression became. As for finding a remote mountain village to live in seclusion, she hadn't imagined these things.

Since she picked up the dark elf, what a seclusion, ha ha, it is impossible.

The hapless elf was watching her by the side.

He bends one leg, the other long slender leg naturally hangs down, and he sat on the tie rod sloppily, with such a big head poking there, there is no concealment, but no one can see him. .

Everyone's eyes will naturally move away when they fall nearby, and they will naturally go around him when passing by. This avoidance is not deliberate, but unconscious, and even oneself is not aware of it.

In their eyes, this is a clearing.

When Amelia looked over, she rolled her eyes subconsciously, and quickly turned her head back, laughing and talking and laughing with her companion, looking very happy.

She didn't notice that the elf smashed the railing beside her without expression, squeezed the finely smashed hand, spread it away, and floated in the air.

As Amelia was talking, she suddenly sneezed.

"Strange, where does the dust come from?" She wiped her nose.

As the sky gets brighter and the news of the God of Light dispelling the plague is getting wider and wider, many residents who are still alive come here with their families and bow down sincerely.

There was a little girl who was less than five years old among the people who knelt on the ground. She was still young and didn't understand why her parents were so excited. She knelt on the marble floor for a moment, and her face paled uncomfortably.

"Come on, cushion this." The big sister in the beautiful dress smiled gently at her, and handed a soft cushion.

The little girl took it ignorantly, and before she could use it, she was pressed to the ground by her parents, saying things like adults to calm down their anger and children's ignorance.

She didn't understand, she only felt uncomfortable when her neck was pressed, and her back was also uncomfortable. Tears burst into her slick eyes, and she gave her big sister a choked look.

The eldest sister's lips were opening and closing, but she did not hear clearly. Through the hazy mist, she seemed to see a man behind her eldest sister.

The black man is tall and big, like a black mist covering the big sister, not allowing her to touch anyone, nor anyone to touch her.

Is it a protector?The little girl pursed her lips and thought for a while, and suddenly thought of the story her mother had told her. Everyone has their own guardian. Although you can't see it, they will always protect you from growing up safely.

Does the guardian look like this?Looks a bit scary duck.

She was a little curious and a little envious. She broke free of her mother's hand pressed against her, and climbed a few steps forward, reaching out to touch the corner of the protector.

Can you help me see what my patron saint is like?

The little girl wanted to ask this sentence, but her stretched out hand touched nothing. Her hand passed through the corner of the robe without touching anything, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Ok?The little girl opened her eyes blankly.

"Jasmine, come back soon!" The haggard middle-aged woman picked up her daughter by the collar, brought her back, and bowed her knees and kept apologizing.

"I am not angry, I am not angry at all."

Amelia soothed her head and said, "Really, I didn't lie to you, nor did I intend to retaliate against you afterwards."

She said that it took a long time to appease the restless woman, and let out a tired breath, and said to Alfonso, "Did the little girl see you?"

"I saw it." Alfonso said casually. He was holding a few chubby grapes in his hand. The lavender skin and the honey-colored skin complemented each other, and he looked a bit sexual.

What do you mean by "seeing it", this is a very serious problem, OK, this unlucky spirit doesn't take it seriously at all!

Amelia was about to talk about him, her eyes turned on the grapes of Shui Lingling, she suddenly forgot what she was going to say, and pressed her dry lips: "I'll be the one."

The corner of Alfonso's lips curled up, and under her expectant gaze, her palm was vacant and the juice burst and turned into grape juice floating in the air.

The sweet and sour iced grape juice, I haven't drunk it for many years, Amelia's eyes are more and more eager, and her tongue is full of fluid.

Alfonso glanced at her, the grape juice floated in front of her, then accelerated, turned and sent it into... his mouth.

"I'm so lazy, I want to eat it myself." The elf smiled badly.

Amelia:!

Rage value: MAX.

She took a deep breath, and without saying anything, she grabbed her ears and yelled in a low voice, "Are you doing human affairs?!!!"

The holy chief danced in the corner of no one, with a hideous expression.

Little girl Jasmine nodded suddenly when she saw this scene from her mother's shoulder.

It turned out that she was not mistaken, but only the big sister could touch it.

A god that only one person can touch.

This is the protector.