Taming the Dark Lord

Regarding the chief, we must start from a month ago.

The chief is elected every year, and the saints elect one of the best as their leader, usually rotating among the best performers, and rarely re-elected.

Because the chief does not involve any special benefits, at most, there is more contact with the senior management, so everyone is also very polite, polite elections, polite voting.

——Until the news of the holy scripture comes.

In a holy scripture held once every thousand years, the God of Light will come, and the chief saint will be allowed to have close contact with the God of Light. If you are lucky, you may have a few words.

With such an opportunity, which devout believer will not be moved?

Anyway, all the saints except Amelia were moved.

So a dispute began. Everyone stumbling each other, you pull me a bit, I pull you a bit, you can't see each other well.

Among the 100 saints, the best are Debra and Rita, who are also the most likely to become chiefs this year.

Debra heard from nowhere that there was an orphan-born saint, who was actually the illegitimate daughter of a nobleman, and her mother was a prostitute, who had become a saint through money transactions.

There are many saints from orphans. Debra scouts around and locks the suspects on Amelia and Rita. It was not until the last few days that she got the birth certificate and confirmed that Rita was the illegitimate daughter.

Amelia knows nothing about all of this. She has always been far away from the crowd and rarely has contact with others. Even the news of the ceremony to be held was only recently known.

She only knows one thing now.

The pope is angry, and he is full of vigor!

The devil in the air was so heavy that no one could lift his head, and the cold sweat was falling down, frightened.

The pope’s eyes swept across Debra and Rita's eagle hooks, and their voices were as cold and majestic as the snow that had been frozen for thousands of years on an iceberg:

"Debra, Rita, you two are the most outstanding saints of this year. Why don't you understand the rules and quarrel openly in the church? Have you been taught by the White in these years?"

Debra, who was the first to be questioned by the pope, trembled, her eyes flushed, her lips tightly pressed, and her head bowed in shame.

Even Debra, who has always been most favored by the Pope, was scolded, and the others were even more afraid to speak, holding their breath like a chill, and daring not to make a sound.

Rita bent her back in despair and sobbed silently.She knew that after the Pope heard about it, she would never let her stay.

No one in the chapel dared to speak for a while.

Amelia sneaked into the back row, buried her head honestly, not daring to speak.

After a while, the pope finally spoke.His voice was cold, as if it contained countless disappointments and dissatisfaction: "You are not worthy of being the chief saint."

This was not only for Rita, but also for Debra.

For the position of chief, she pulls others down by all means, without the mercy that she should have for her companions in her heart.Only ugly greed remained in her heart.

She was no longer clean and flawless, she was stained with dirty black.

There are other saints. In this month, the pope has been observing the actions of the people and silently assessing their virtues. He wants to find a saint who is purest and without dust.

Only such a white soul can be loved by the God of Light.

However, everyone disappointed the Pope.

Except for one person.

The pope's eyes were still angry, and he walked straight to the crowd.

The crowd separated like Moses divided the sea.

Footsteps echoed in the empty hall, and the corners of the white clothes embroidered with intricate gold patterns slid past everyone, like a crowned carpet, and finally stopped in front of the last girl in the crowd.

"Amelia Saintess."

The pope's voice softened.

Amelia:?

Others couldn't help but looked over in surprise.

The Pope looked at the delicate and lovely girl in front of him, feeling a lot in his heart.

In the past, he seldom paid attention to this saint with average grades and not very brilliant people. He didn't expect that she was the purest among all saints.

When the other saints were so dazzled by power and interests, arguing and arguing like the devil, they tried to use these disgusting and dirty things to defile the holy god.

Only Amelia, she is so pious and pure, she goes to church to pray every day, rain or shine, except for the gods she serves, nothing unrelated can enter her sight.

Amelia, she is the real saint.

The pope sighed in admiration in his heart.He still couldn't practice at home, and he would ignore such a pure and pious heart because of foreign objects.

After realizing this, he went to confess himself for a day and a night in front of the idols in the temple, until the tremor in his heart subsided, and he had time to stop the saints from continuing to make mistakes.

Now, it is time for the true saint to get the position she should have received.

The pope had a soft look, and reached out to support the thin saint.

Under everyone's shocked and unbelievable eyes, the pope humbly bent down and touched the girl's forehead with the scepter symbolizing supremacy, giving her power, status, and glory.

"The position of chief should belong to you."

"Amelia."

Amelia has only one feeling now.

That is she is going to finish her.

If you really went to the sacred scriptures and saw the living God of Light, the god of the family saw it, oh, it was still a traversal, so she was easily cleaned up.

What can she do then?Is it better for her to rise up and resist or turn around and run away?

The difference between these two choices may also be the difference in the way of death.

Amelia closed her eyes with desperation.

At this moment, she was wearing a small holy crown on her head, symbolizing her supreme status, holding a half-meter-long white scepter in her hand, emitting white light in mid-air.

This is the exclusive equipment of the Chief Saint.

She was dressed by the Pope himself.

The pope's crown brought some peace in his eyes, and he adjusted the crown for her, and then announced to everyone that Amelia was the chief saint of this year.

All the saints onlookers bowed and called in unison: "Congratulations to the chief!"

In the eyes of everyone's crazy envy and jealousy, Amelia pulled out a smile of "ecstasy and courtesy" and thanked the Pope.

Looking from a distance, the blond girl surrounded by everyone, she is unparalleled, pure and innocent, exuding brilliance in the light and shadow.

As if stabbed by this holy light, Debra in the crowd closed her eyes deeply, holding back the tears that burst out, and her lips were bitten out of blood.

"Debra, don't be too sad."

The saint on the side said jealously and comfortingly: "Under the crown of the Pope, you are the one who likes you the most. I was just too angry that day. I just fingered a person. In any way, Amelia is far worse than you. , How could she really choose her to go to the holy scripture."

"She is just an experience for you under the crown of the Pope."

The saint said this, although she was a little bit angry with Debra, but it was also her true thoughts.

In fact, not only her, everyone thinks so.

Debra has lived in the Church of Light since she was a child, and almost grew up under the crown of the Pope. He has always favored her the most. How could she embarrass her for an unknown saint.

Even if you make a mistake, it is a small and innocuous mistake. Everyone has done it. What's the big deal, it won't really give up on her.

But I wanted to take this opportunity to alert her, and the person who hosted the Millennium Scripture would definitely be her.

Debra kept her eyes down, her straight lips loosened a little, not knowing how much she had heard.

The ceremony lasted for a long time, and Amelia could not get out until the sun went down.

Coming out of the church, she walked listlessly halfway down the road, just when she met the familiar knight commander again.

The knight commander did not wear a helmet that concealed his face today, showing a determined and handsome face, and knelt down on one knee: "Master Chief."

Amelia just received the biggest impact in her life today. It was when she was in a bad mood, she couldn't let others see it, frowned a little irritably, and asked in a low voice: "Why did you come in?"

The knight commander of the patrol team is only responsible for patrolling the outside world, and is not allowed to enter without permission.

The knight commander stood up and replied: "It was the last massacre. His subordinates found some clues and are about to report to the archbishop."

Last time?

Amelia was taken aback, remembering the case that caused her to pick up the elf, and she became a little interested: "What did you find? Tell me."

"The subordinates followed the breath all the way and found the nearby Oya Street, after which the breath disappeared."

Oya Street.

Amelia felt that the name was a bit familiar.

But she didn't think deeply, nodded, "Okay, you go, don't make the archbishop wait in a hurry."

When the knight was far away, Amelia took a few steps down the path, and suddenly remembered where she had heard the name.

Oya Street is where she met the Dark Elves!

It won't be so coincidental...

Amelia had an ominous premonition.

Maybe when she took the dark elf away, there was someone hiding in the corner peeping. He saw everything clearly, including a saint who had saved the dark creature she was supposed to kill.

Such a shocking thing, if a cunning dark mage knew about it... Amelia had cold hands and feet.

No, it's wrong.

Amelia's heart beats as fast as a drum, going around in circles, trying to calm herself down.

Although she doesn't like to learn, she still has magical strength, so a dark mage hiding aside, she can't fail to find out.

It could also be that she didn't hit the Dark Mage at all, she just happened to have caught up with the empty gap in the alley.

Yes, it should be like this.

Reluctant to find a reasonable statement, Amelia did not delay any longer, and hurried back home.

She should ask the dark elf who has been in a coma in that alley to confirm the seriousness of the matter.

If someone was watching, she should prepare early.

The basement was still dim, only a magic candlestick that was always bright and trembling in the center of the table.

The little elf curled up into a ball, closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly under the candlelight.

Amelia sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his injury.

The healing power of magical creatures is beyond ordinary people. In just a few hours, those terrifying wounds began to scab and slowly healed.

Amelia stretched out her hand, her fingertips just touched the bandage, and the elf's quiet body suddenly moved.

"Don't touch me!" The elf suddenly turned over, his originally quiet and lovely face sullen, revealing a vicious and fierce aura.

He may have recovered from the state of blood loss, he is more fierce than before, and his expression is more agile.

It's also more like a little vicious dog that can bite people, grinning fiercely, trying to scare away the enemy with his cute appearance.

Amelia suppressed the disturbing emotions in her heart, and a little smile appeared inexplicably. She coughed and deliberately angered him: "Who wants to touch you? I'm here to ask you a few things. I will leave after asking. The clock will not be delayed."

As she spoke, she got up from the bed and sat down on the opposite table and chair.

After pulling the distance, the elf's body relaxed a little, not so tight.

He barely supported his body, leaned against the wall, and looked at her warily with bloody eyes.

"Do you remember how you fainted in that alley?"

"Did anyone pass by your side?"

"Did anyone run past that alley?"

She asked three sentences, but the little dark elf still looked like he didn't get in. His pale lips were tightly pressed and he didn't say anything.

Amelia feels that every time she talks to the elf, she can save years of life.

Angry.

She sighed and said patiently: "This is a business matter. It is related to your past. Don't you want to know your parents and family?"

The elf's fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes dropped.

Think, he wants to know his past too much.

The small and dark basement and the sinister woman with evil intentions are all the world he has faced since waking up.

Otherwise, everything is blank.

The dark elf was flustered and restless. He didn't know how to deal with these ignorance and blankness. He could have asked the woman in front of him, but his natural instinct always warned him not to relax his guard against anyone, so he could not rest his mind and feel safe. rest.

During the time Amelia was gone, the elf kept his eyes open, even if the sleepiness caused by excessive blood loss made him feel like he would fall asleep in the next second, he still gritted his teeth and did not close it. eye.

At this moment, his eyes are dark and his head is dizzy, relying on a willpower to support him, he must not faint in front of this woman.

After a long while, he said in a low voice: "No."

This seems to be the first time Amelia has heard the elves speak without repelling. For a while, she was a little flattered, "Did you not see others passing by?"

The elf nodded silently.

It is possible that it passed after them.Amelia wore some worry between her eyebrows and closed her eyes with a headache.

It was rare for her to soften her heart once, but she did not expect that the matter was so complicated that it would involve the lives of the evil dark mage and hundreds of innocent people.

She didn't suspect that the elf was lying to her. What she suspected was that the aura that the knight commander traced might have been left behind by the Dark Mage to deceive them. It was just a pretense to divert their eyes.

The real escape route is not here, and the knight commander may be tracking in the wrong direction.

But she couldn't tell the knight commander these things. She couldn't tell where she got the information, so if she spoke rashly, it would be suspicious.

Amelia thought for a moment, wondering how to give the knight commander a hint, and stood up: "You have a good rest, I'm leaving now."

The elf lowered his head for some time, and the darkness covered his face, making Amelia unable to see his emotions clearly.

I don't know if I heard it, Amelia was bored with business affairs, entangled with him unintentionally, walked up the steps, just about to close the basement door, suddenly heard a vague and painful moan/groan.

She froze for a moment, then looked back.

I saw a layer of sweat gradually oozing out of the elf's forehead and the exposed honey-colored skin.

He curled up, his thin back trembling slightly, and his jagged bones protruded like a bow, which implies the strength and pride hidden in his body.

Amelia was startled by the look of his pain, and ran down the steps in stride, hurriedly asking him: "What's wrong with you? Where does it hurt?"

If it weren't for a bit of reason, knowing that dark creatures can't touch the light element, she would have to use healing magic.

The elf's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his lips were bitten tightly, as if he was enduring some great pain, and a few pieces of pain overflowed from his lips.

Everything that follows is like a dream in Amelia's eyes.

The messy silver hair was long and curly, gradually spreading a galaxy on the thin back, and the outline of the facial features transformed from the childishness, and grew into a cold beauty.

The tangled bandage disintegrated, revealing tight and smooth muscles like a Greek sculpture. His slender and vigorous legs were still curled up, and half of the legs were on the edge of the bed.

Amelia stared at all this, and suddenly realized why the elves were called the creation of gods.

Because they are born to be beautiful and powerful and carefully shaped by the gods.