Taming the Dark Lord

"Are you awake?" Amelia stretched out her hand and waved in front of his eyes, "How do you feel? Can you talk?"

Looking closer, Amelia realized that the elf looked really good.Although the small face hasn't been opened, but the eyebrows are already cold.

Especially those eyes with eyeliner, the eyelashes are as long as crow feathers, with a bit of magical light, which is charming.

Worthy of being an elf who has always been known for his beauty.

This is the first time Amelia has seen such a good-looking child, and it is hard to imagine how beautiful he will look when he grows up.

The elf's eyelashes trembled slightly, and only when the hollow eyes fell on her, he slowly focused, tilted his head, and showed a bit of doubt.

Kind of cute.

Amelia resisted the urge to touch his hair and asked in a low voice, "What is your name? Where did you come from?"

The elf meal seemed to be a laborious memory.

After a long while, he slowly shook his head.

"? What do you mean?"

Amelia had a bad premonition and asked the quiet and dull elf for a long time, and finally figured out what was going on.

This elf, he actually lost his memory!!

Amelia is in a mixed mood.I pity the child's pitiful experience, and it's even more difficult to get rid of this trouble when I'm upset. For a while, I don't know what to say.

The elf kept silent, quietly letting her play around, applying wound medicine and bandages, even if it accidentally stung the wound, it just trembles silently, and the sweat wets the pale hair.

The thin little elf hangs his head, silently accepts everything.

Amelia was shaken by his obedient liver again.

She squeezed a cleaning magic to clean his dirty clothes and face.

Then he obeyed his own heart and rubbed the soft white hair: "You live here with peace of mind, other things...ah!"

Amelia screamed, retracted the back of her hand that was so red, and looked at the elf in surprise.

As if it had touched some mechanism, the dark elf's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was still a blank expression in his eyes, but it revealed a cold murderous aura that was completely different from before:

"bright......"

"...It smells so bad, it kills you..."

The little dark elf stared at Amelia with a completely different indifference and murderous spirit.He stood up with difficulty, ignoring the bloody wounds on his body, and forced to sit up.

It's a pity that he lost too much blood and lost his strength. After struggling for a long time, he didn't get up. Instead, he loosened the bandage that Amelia had tied up neatly.

"Don't move, you have injuries!"

Seeing the little elves stubbornly struggling on the bed, Amelia didn't care about the back of her hand that was slapped in red, she put the person on her back on the bed, and screamed:

"What's the matter with you? You hit someone suddenly!"

It may be that Amelia's tone and actions were too strong, which made the little dark elf feel uneasy, and he became even more angry.

"open!"

The little elves stumbled a little while speaking, but they became proficient at an extremely fast speed, and their tone was no longer strange.

Those blank eyes lit up like two small flames, staring at her angrily, struggling constantly, as if to rush over and bit her.

"I told you to stay still, can't you hear me?"

Angrily, Amelia used a bandage to tie the person firmly.

The elf looked thin and weak, but with a lot of strength, Amelia almost couldn't suppress him, and it took a long time to tie him up.

She took a breath, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said in air: "What's the matter with you? Rabies? Why don't you listen to people and speak well! I'm saving you, not hurting you!"

This series of scolding made the little dark elf a little confused, but then his eyes became fierce again, staring at her fiercely, full of disgust and resentment.

For a long time, he squeezed a word from his teeth: "Guangming... Stooges! Disgusting."

Amelia was startled.

Oh, yes, she almost forgot.

This is a dark elf, not a real human child, it is not so harmless, and it is even more abhorrent to the cult of light.

She had just used magic, and some light particles might have escaped, which just happened to be noticed.

But Amelia thought for a while, and felt something was wrong again. She pulled the elf's tender face and asked, "Don't you remember nothing?"

The girl's shallow breathing was close at hand, and the elf's eyes were stunned, and the blood-loss palms turned into claws and slammed at her.

The sharp nails flashed across the girl's tender skin, but fortunately, Amelia dodged fast, leaving only a shallow red mark.

Amelia took a few steps back, pulling away.

From a distance, the little elf tied up on the bed covered in scars and grinning at her is really like a wild dog that has just been beaten and bruised all over by its owner. He refuses to accept the kindness of others or let others. near.

Amelia akimbo her hips, so angry that she wants to beat him: "Look at the bandages on your body. I bandaged them for you. You ungrateful little white-eyed wolf, I saved you for nothing!"

The elf followed the direction of her fingers and glanced at the bandage on her body.

There was mud and blood on his body, making a lump on the dark skin, and it looked very dirty.And the white bandage is wrapped around it, and the contrast is so sharp, like small white flowers swaying in full bloom in a swamp.

Just like the woman in front of me.

The elf tilted his head dullly.

He really didn't remember anything, he didn't know where he came from, he didn't know his past, and everything in the world was unknown to him.

But even the trace of instinct left over can make him hate everything related to light, and he can't wait for it to be annihilated and destroyed.

If he could move, he would directly crush this woman and throw it into the bottomless abyss.

The little dark elf's slightly touched eyes became fierce again. He did not struggle, but stared at her with those bloody eyes.

Like a little vicious dog who is unwilling to surrender, he silently noted her appearance, wondering when to take a bite and retaliate.

Amelia doesn't think this child is cute anymore.

This is an annoying little devil!

The basement was quiet.

The elf lay upright, his whole body wrapped in bandages, staring at her with fierce eyes that refused to give up.

The soft white hair draped messily on his face. If he could hide those terrible eyes, he was actually a cute-looking boy.

Amelia packed her things, didn't say anything, did not untie the elf, turned around and left the basement.

She didn't want to be hot on other people's cold ass, and she didn't want to lose her temper to such a small child, so she didn't want to see and let him stay alone.

Before leaving, Amelia deliberately closed the basement door.

After all, this is the core area of ​​the Shining God Sect. Although generally no one will enter her palace, it is still a precaution.If someone finds out, not only will the elf have to die, she will not end well either.

Thinking of this, Amelia started to regret her impulsiveness and caused such a big trouble.

Her own trouble has not been resolved, and now she has taken the initiative to find another trouble.

Maybe in a few days, Debra will shake her secret out, and she will be dragged out and hanged just like the elf in the basement.

Amelia sighed heavily.

After this tossing, the sun had already begun to sway westward, and in the afternoon, Amelia still had classes for a while. She was not in the mood to eat, so she cleaned up and went straight to class.

The place of class was in the small church, some distance from the palace. Amelia was walking unhappy, and the cool wind carried the fragrance of flowers blowing past her.

The flowers on the roadside bloomed, clusters of brightly blooming, blooming into a sea of ​​flowers, and when the breeze passed, the petals fluttered in the sky, which was so beautiful.

Amelia stopped and watched for a moment, and the dullness in her heart was erased by the beautiful scenery, and she walked through this sea of ​​flowers with a little smile.

However, without taking a few steps, the pungent and bloody smell in the air suddenly rushed into her nose.

She stopped abruptly.

On her only way, there was a middle-aged male bishop. He was clinging to a whip and was beating a bloody mass on the torture frame. With his movements, the flesh and blood splashed in the air and landed on the ground.

"Yo, Saint Amelia." The bishop greeted her.

Amelia held her breath, adjusted her expression, and stepped onto the pool of blood as calmly as she could: "Master Bishop, is this...?"

She glanced at the thing quickly: "Isn't this a Hundred Eyes monster? Why is the Bishop interested in purifying such a low-level monster that never hurts people?"

The bishop laughed, and said naturally: "Oh, it's been a long time since I did it. The hands are born, don't you use them for training?"

As he spoke, he waved to Amelia and smiled: "Would you like to try? The skill of purifying monsters is also a very important factor."

The bishops all came up from the saints. Seeing them is like seeing themselves, especially the good saints, and they can still be colleagues in the future.

The bishop gave her a particularly loving look, and enthusiastically invited her to come over to teach her some exam skills.

The dying Hundred Eyed Monster let out a painful sigh, and the kind elder whose hands were still stained with blood. The gentle professor of the younger generation.

This black and white scene is spliced ​​together, as if heaven is forcibly melted into hell, and the filthy abyss is hidden under the purity.

It's disgusting.

Amelia couldn't stand it anymore.

She barely maintained her expression, and smiled and retorted: "Master Bishop, I just took office today, and I still have some tasks to do. How about I come to Master Bishop in a few days?"

The bishop did not force her to stay. Before leaving, he packed a piece of exquisite candy he had brought back from outside, and blinked at her narrowly: "Eat secretly, don't let others find out."

Amelia gripped the candy, smiled at him, and hurried across the intersection.

These lunatics!

She kept breathing deeply, suppressing the vomit in her throat.

In fact, this kind of scene is pretty good. Although the Hundred Eyes are docile like rabbits, they are ugly and have less impact.

What really broke her heart and gave her the idea of ​​leaving was an activity of burning a witch to death

Those lively young girls were tied to a wooden frame and burned, screaming hysterically and painful, and the scorching smell of burning flesh lingered on everyone's nose.

Except for her, everyone showed a fanatical and happy expression, and Amelia only thought they were crazy.

These little girls were regarded as messengers of the devil and evil witches just because they did not like to go to church, and they were brutally burned to death no matter how they were justified, and their bodies were not clean after death.

It was too stupid, Amelia could not agree with this behavior.

But she didn't dare to object, she was afraid of death, she just wanted to hide in a sparsely populated place and live a safe life.It's best to stay away from these lunatics, the farther the better.

There is only one year left until the final graduation assignment. As long as this last year passes through and be a mediocre inconspicuous saint during this time, you will be free later.

In this year, all those who tried to stop her were enemies.