Taming the Dark Lord

In the afternoon, the inspection team is the busiest time.

The inspection team is the department with the largest number of religious cults, including tens of thousands of knights, and they are responsible for the safety of the city, large and small.

Therefore, around this tall white building, many civilians and wealthy nobles gathered.

When Amelia walked in from a distance, the white voice appeared on the retina of the crowd for a moment, and the noisy venue suddenly fell silent.

People bowed their heads and dared not look directly at the glory of the saints.

Amelia saw a little boy looking curiously, but was immediately crushed by her panicked parents, lest she be offended.

She retracted her gaze, and did not put pressure on these poor civilians.

At this time, a team of knights suddenly emerged from the building, and the leader was the familiar knight commander.

He saw Amelia from a distance, and knelt down on one knee and asked in a low voice, "The Chief Master is here, what's the matter?"

Amelia showed him the document and the Pope's handwritten notes, "I will investigate this case with you. How is the progress now?"

"Not very smooth."

The knight commander led her to the house, while reporting in a low voice: "There is a message from the prophet that the murderer is not a human, but may be some kind of creature."

"Not human?" Amelia felt cold.

The knight nodded: "We are sending people to investigate all the creatures that passed through that street that day, but so far there is no result."

Amelia pursed her lips: "I saw the document said that it was a slave market. Is it possible that some of the creatures they caught rioted and killed everyone present?"

The knight commander pondered for a moment: "Do not rule out this possibility."

As they were talking, the two had already reached a luxurious and exquisite drawing room. The knight commander asked Amelia to wait a while before he went to serve her tea and snacks.

Amelia doesn't want to eat snacks.

She was sitting in a chair waiting in confusion, her slender fingers folded on her lap, and a few decorative rings were worn on the fingertips in a staggered fashion, emitting expensive light in the sun.

The brilliant golden yellow sapphire on the index finger suddenly lit up, twinkling and twinkling, particularly dazzling.

Amelia was taken aback for a moment, covered the shiny gem, looked around with a guilty conscience, and after confirming that she was alone in the room, she activated a certain mysterious rune.

A screen of nothingness spread before her.

What caught the eye was the enlarged face of the dark elf.

He didn't seem to realize that he was being looked at. Those fierce eyes rarely brought a little curiosity, staring at something in front of him.

It's that candlestick.

Before Amelia left, she used guardianship magic on the candlestick to prevent someone from sneaking in when she left.

It should be the elf who accidentally activated the magic on the candlestick, so the alarm here was on.

No one broke in, Amelia breathed a sigh of relief, ready to turn off the magic.

She is on someone else's territory after all, so it's better to be careful.

At this time, the elf suddenly stood up.

His dark skin looked extraordinarily indifferent and arrogant in the dim space. He raised his sharp jaw, his bloody eyes staring at the sky.

what happened?

Amelia followed his gaze and peered above the light screen.

After two or three seconds, she suddenly realized that someone was coming.

Someone is in her house.

Amelia stood up abruptly, ignoring the knight commander who happened to open the door, and hurriedly threw a sentence: "I have left beforehand, and I will come back tomorrow to continue talking." She quickly walked out of the inspection team.

On the way back to the palace, Amelia kept wondering who would come to her at this time.

Her popularity is average (very poor), and few people will come to him actively. Is it possible that the chief has caused trouble again?

From a distance, Amelia saw a familiar figure standing at the gate of the palace. She shouted in surprise and confusion: "Rita?"

The always reserved and proud girl paled, clutching the skirt at a loss, and lowered her head in silence.

"Amelia."

Her voice was hard, "I beg you to help me."

"No one else wants to see me, only you. I really don't want to leave here, please."

Rita knelt on the ground feebly, her body was full of despair like a dead end, her face was so frustrated that she would faint in the next moment.

That day, the Pope didn't even look at Rita from his crown, but sent a little bishop to deal with the matter afterwards and ordered her to leave within a few days.

Rita was originally an illegitimate daughter who was not recognized by the family. She tried her best to get in and become a saint. If she is driven out now, her family will not care about her, it will only let her fend for herself.

Others ignored her and even laughed at her. Amelia was her only hope at this time.

Amelia hesitated for a moment.

She didn't want to cause trouble to her upper body, but when she met Rita's faintly hopeful look, she still relented and showed her a clear path.

"Rita, birth isn't the point, you have to compromise your merits."

Work?

Rita's expression was a little confused.

She tilted her head to think for a moment, and suddenly her eyes lit up and her eyes regained her anger.

As one of the most outstanding saints, her abilities are not bad, but she was too panicked before, unable to think of the core of the matter.Now after Amelia's instructions, she immediately understood.

Rita looked at Amelia with complicated eyes, and bends down deeply towards her, "Thank you."

Thank you for not giving up on me and for being willing to help me find a way.

Amelia accepted the gift.

The slender figure of the blonde girl went further and further down the road, and when she was completely out of sight, Amelia unlocked the door and went home.

She took out some fluffy white bread from the cupboard, took another bit of jam, and dragged the tray to the basement.

Opening the door, the dark elf was still curled up on the bed dying.

What to install.

If Amelia didn't see him moving freely in the magic mirror and exploring everywhere in the basement, she might still believe that he was really weak.

Now...

Amelia sneered, put the tray on the table with a snap, and said coldly: "Get up and eat."

There was a lot of fire in her belly, and she had nowhere to vent.

If it hadn't been for the Notre Dame's disease that day and came back from such a big trouble, she would not have fallen into today's dilemma.

But then again, such a small boy fell to the ground covered in blood. Who can help?Who can care?

It is all because of him in the final analysis!

The head of all evil is this elf, who made him look like a child and slander.

The dark elf sensed Amelia's sudden attitude and narrowed his eyes coldly: "You took the wrong medicine?"

Amelia choked back angrily: "Not only did I take the wrong medicine, I also ate the wrong meal, I shouldn't have saved you at the time!"

"It's like I'm begging you to save me." The elf snorted coldly, turning away his face with disdain.

This wicked woman got angry outside, and when she came back, she took him to throw fire.

It was really sinister and hateful, exactly the same as the smell of light on her.

The elf's face was gloomy and the word displeased was written all over his face, but there were some deeply hidden grievances in his scarlet eyes. He pressed his lips tightly, unwilling to talk to her again.

Amelia was putting plates on the table, and she was even more angry when she heard his answer.All kinds of speculations surged in her heart at this moment, she was so angry, she couldn't help but whispered, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was no other sound in the narrow and dark basement for a while.

The candlelight flickered, projecting the elf's shadow on the wall with weird fluctuations, like the tremor of his soul under his indifferent expression.

The elf was silent for a while, and his thick black eyelashes seemed to show a dim look under the candlelight.

Amelia thought she had read it wrong, and when she went to look again, the elf had already closed her eyes.

After a while, he said indifferently: "I don't remember."

Amelia often forgets that he is a person with amnesia.

Because he always showed that he didn't care about it very much, he knew everything, knew everything, covered in thorns and rejected anyone approaching him.

Like a fierce and vengeful hedgehog, not a poor man who was seriously injured and lost his memory.

Only now, hearing these words with some tiredness, did Amelia slowly realize the anxiety he hides under these behaviors.

"Sorry."

She lowered her eyes and quietly packed her food tray, "You can eat something, I'm leaving now."

With a'pop', the heavy door closed again.

The elf opened his eyes, glanced at the simple food on the table, and sneered in a low laugh.

The palaces where the saints live are divided according to grades of achievement. The better the grade, the closer the residence is to the center.

Amelia's grades are average, and her residence is naturally far away from the crowds. It is relatively desolate, and usually few people pass by in a month.

Today, people came to visit one after another.

When Amelia opened the door to let Debra in, her jaw dropped.

What is she coming over again?

Since watching Rita's affairs, Amelia has been lingering fear of this girl who always wears a gentle smile, and she avoids it.

It's terrible, this is definitely a cruel person.

"What's the matter?" Amelia tensed her body and asked.

Debra smiled and said: "It's okay, just come over to inform you, and the interrogation practice class will soon be done. Now you are in charge of this matter, I just come over to hand it over.

It doesn't sound like a bad thing.

But Amelia still did not relax her vigilance, "What exactly is going to be handed over?"

"It's mainly the key to the torture room."

Debra took out a quaint brass key to her and reminded with a smile: "You are now the chief. You must set an example for everyone. You need to take the lead in the interrogation during class. Do you remember the content of the book? ?"

"of course I remember."

Amelia was a little guilty, and she insisted on her lips.

Debra took a closer look at her and smiled softer: "Then I will wait to see your performance."

Debra's aura was too strong, and Amelia didn't have the thought of rebutting, she nodded hesitantly, and didn't react until the person left. Why should I show it to her?

She is not the Pope!

Amelia closed the door angrily.

In the evening before going to bed, she still opened the book honestly, chanting temporary supplementary lessons:

"The interrogation chair is covered with sharp barbs. The number is at least two thousand. Tighten the belt when you sit on it, so that the most stubborn heresy can speak. If the heresy is still stubborn, put it in the brazier under the interrogation chair and burn it. Burning and festering wounds will make him painful..."

The clever dark elf in the basement:!

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