The pope was silent for a while.
The floor was icy and cold, and Amelia's knees gradually hurt, and she couldn't support herself and tilted her body.
She knew the pope must be very angry.
The Pope made plans for her with good intentions, but she rejected the Pope with good intentions, and she would be angry at anyone.
But no matter if you want to kill or cut, hurry up and give her a good time, don't make her wait any longer!
Amelia couldn't hold back, raised her head and glanced cautiously.
The Pope was looking down at her.
Those eyes were very complicated, full of kindness and admiration, but they were not as angry as she imagined.
"You...get up."
The pope helped the girl up, and his voice softened a lot, "I understand what you mean, I really didn't think carefully about this matter, I will rearrange it, don't worry."
"I will continue to send people to discuss this matter with you in the future. You should go back first." The Pope seemed to have something urgent to do. He sped up his words and left in a hurry, leaving only Ami Lia stood alone in the middle of the room.
Amelia: ...
She patted the dust on her knees strangely, and glanced at the direction the Pope was leaving.
That road seemed to lead to the cathedral.
I don't know why the Pope is in such a hurry to go to the cathedral.
It just so happened that she was going through here on the way back, and Amelia took a peek inside as she passed by the cathedral.
The scepter symbolizing supremacy was placed on the ground, and the pope knelt down on his knees, devoutly worshiping the tall statue of light in front of him.
His eyes were closed tightly, and his lips were slightly opened and closed, as if he was talking about something.
The dark elf popped a little head out of Amelia's blouse pocket, and followed her gaze to look in.
A few whispers drifted into his ears along the wind.
"...so pure and flawless, my god, you will be satisfied with her..."
The dark elf laughed absurdly.
Who is pure? Who has no time? The old man must be hallucinating because of his old eyesight.
Amelia pushed his head back, "What are you looking at, didn't you agree? Don't come out."
Nasty lackey!
The dark elf was pushed back indignantly and helplessly.
At the moment when his vision was about to disappear, his gaze inadvertently swept to the statue of the God of Light beside him.
'click! '
Silent crackle.
In a place where no one saw, the statue of the god, which was supposed to be indestructible and invulnerable to all evil, cracked silently.
After returning home, Amelia couldn't wait to throw the elf out, "Can you stop moving around in it all the time, you know it's very itchy?"
"Oh, I still want to talk about you."
The dark elf stood still with a sneer, his petite and cute body grew up, and in an instant he changed back to his handsome and unruly adult appearance: "You smell so bad, remember to take a bath when you go out."
"ha?"
Amelia's eyes widened in disbelief, "Who are you calling it smells bad? I use the most expensive spices. How could it smell bad? Something is wrong with your sense of smell!"
"It smells bad. No matter how much perfume you put on, you can't cover the smell on your body." The elf sat down lazily, with his collar open casually, revealing a honey-colored firm chest.
It is worth mentioning that the dark elf, who has been wearing rotten sheets, finally has his first set of clothes, although it is a new team uniform that Amelia secretly took from the patrol team.
The crisp knight suit embroidered with white gold thread, the belt was tightly tied, stretching out his thin and narrow waist, a row of buttons on the chest was not buttoned every time, and the perfect muscles were exposed in the wind.
Amelia asked him to pull up the collar several times, but the elf refused to listen, and Amelia let him go.
Anyway, it's not her who will suffer from a cold.
"What did you say!"
Amelia was furious. It is impossible for any girl to feel comfortable being called stinky.
"Smelly." The dark elf said a word slowly against Amelia's terrifying face, and made a particularly affectionate expression, as if she was smelly from being so far away.
Amelia: Kill him kill him kill him...
The anger rushed to the top, but she calmed down instead, showing a soft and pleasant smile, with murderous eyes in her eyes, and said word by word: "You can sleep on the ground tonight."
As soon as the words fell, there was a plop, and the dark elf, who was sitting leisurely on the chair with his chin propped up, suddenly fell to the ground with paralyzed hands and feet.
Do it again!
The dark elf raised his head halfway with effort, and glared at Amelia fiercely. If you have the ability, you can fight me with real swords and guns, lackey!
Amelia was relieved.
Every time she saw the annoyed and sad look of the dark elves being bullied by her, she felt very happy. I can't wait to bully and bully more, it's best to make him cry.
Unfortunately, this idea is a bit difficult and probably impossible to realize.
After a short entertainment, Amelia went to the desk and spread out the books to read.
You can't watch it, tomorrow is the practical class, and the current indulgence will be exchanged for tomorrow's embarrassment on the spot.
The room was silent for a while, only the sound of flipping books.
The elf lying face down on the ground suddenly said in a muffled voice: "That statue is your God of Light?"
Amelia was wandering in the ocean of knowledge in pain, and answered him casually: "Yeah, what's the matter? Do you like it?"
She said this with a hint of ridicule, but she didn't want to, but it caused a huge reaction from the elf: "How is it possible! Even if I like you, I can't like that piece of shit!"
What does it mean to like me and not even like shit
Amelia took time out of her busy schedule and glanced over dangerously: "You don't want to move anymore in this life?"
The dark elf raised his eyebrows resolutely, met her gaze, and sneered: "As expected of a lackey, I just said the God of Light, seeing how excited you are."
Amelia was too lazy to explain too much to him, and continued to study hard with her head down.
After a while, the elf spoke in a twisted manner again: "Hey! Do you know the God of Darkness?"
These three words seemed to have penetrated deeply into his soul. Even though he didn't know anything and couldn't remember anything, every time he tried to recall who he really was, he could always think of this word intuitively.
The elf has a guess.
He... can't be a god, can he
Under the rule of the Light God Religion, all the books about the Dark God were destroyed and burned. Anyone who said this word, or even bought a book with related words, would be taken away directly.
So Amelia doesn't know the details about the Dark God.
But this does not affect her nonsense: "Dark God, I know, I have read records about him before, and I heard that he has four arms, eight legs, a face that looks like a bat, and eyes that are connected front and back. Lines, covered with black hair, people can think of the most fearful things at a glance."
The dark elf mentally simulated the image she spoke of.
too ugly.
He couldn't accept that he looked like this. The elf resolutely crossed out the original guess in his heart.
"Why did you ask this suddenly?" Amelia said without raising her head.
Of course the elf couldn't tell her the truth, he lay down on the ground again, and said vaguely, "It's none of your business."
Amelia rolled her eyes and stopped talking.
The night gradually became darker.
The words in the book were enlarged little by little, causing Amelia to close her eyes involuntarily, and gradually lost her concentration. Just when she was leaning on the book and almost fell asleep, a low and inaudible voice suddenly came from behind:
"Alfonso."
"My name should be Alfonso."
When she got up the next day, Amelia, who was in a daze, almost stepped on the elf who fell face down on the ground.
"I didn't let you go last night?" She said in a hoarse voice, rubbing her eyes: "Go back to sleep on the bed in the basement by yourself, and I won't take you out today."
After the magic was undone, the elf stood up and glared at her with bloody eyes full of hostility. She seemed to be in a very bad mood, and said provocatively, "Dog, what do you want to do behind my back? Or do you want to hand me over to someone else?"
Time was running out, Amelia quickly packed up with magic, and looked for books from the chaotic bookshelves with her head down: "I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on if you haven't slept all night, so you can go if you want, and no one will stop you. "
No one spoke behind him.
Amelia didn't have time to care about him, she searched for a long time before finding the book, and when she was about to turn around, she suddenly felt her pocket sink.
She lowered her head, and there was a little elf curled up inside. She poked her head out to look at her vigilantly, and then covered the mouth of the bag herself.
Amelia clutched her chest.
Regardless of its personality, this elf seems to be quite cute occasionally...
The Saints have their own small torture chamber. In a small corner near the wall, several small dark creatures are placed there all year round to train the Saints and experiment with magic.
Amelia left a bit late. When she arrived, most of the saints had already gathered in front of the execution room, standing and chatting together in small groups.
This was the first time she hosted a large-scale event since she became the chief. Many people were waiting to see her performance, so as soon as she appeared, everyone's eyes were gathered.
The crowd stood around Debra in the center, making a few small laughs from time to time, and occasionally glanced at her, showing no respect.
The corners of Amelia's lips curled up slightly.
It seems that everyone is still inclined to choose Debra to preside over the Holy Ceremony. She thought with great satisfaction, that's great, I think so too, everyone has the same goal, and if we work together, we can always achieve the goal in the end!
Amelia cheered herself up, and happily took out the key and opened the gate of the execution room.
In order to prevent the prisoners inside from running out, the execution room has no windows, and is covered with a magic shield. It is fixed with strong special metal everywhere, blocking every gap. So when the door was opened, the room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.
As the magic lamps on both sides of the wall turned on, two trembling girls hanging on the Xing frame appeared in the lights.
A certain saint glanced from behind Amelia, and said pleasantly, "Oh, it's the newly captured witch at the trial office, who actually gave us two here, after all, it's not those messy gadgets, Here comes a big one."
Big ones, do you mean these two girls
Amelia's fingers holding the key trembled slightly. She suppressed her heartbeat, but she let the saints come in without any disturbance on her face. There was even a smile on her lips like other saints. .
"Did you bring the book? I would have brought the Witch's Hammer with me if I knew it." Someone said wryly.
"Of course not. I thought it was some unremarkable little animals so I didn't bring them with me. I don't remember much of the contents of the book. What should I do? Do you remember?"
Debra's expression was soft, and she gently comforted everyone: "It's okay, I've memorized all of this book, just ask me if you know anything."
"As expected of Debra!"
"That's right, he can memorize such a thick book, no wonder he is the number one saint in terms of comprehensiveness."
Everyone gradually gathered around Debra, seeming to have forgotten the real chief on one side.
Debra smiled lightly, and the corner of her eyes glanced at Amelia, who looked stiff and silent.
Look, this is the result of not having the strength but still pressing on the heads of everyone.