Taming the Dark Lord

Chapter 11

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The firelight reflected on the wall of the execution room, and the saints eagerly surrounded the two witches.

Debra took a step forward secretly, and invisibly took control of the arena, and said with a slight smile: "Then let's start, divide into two groups freely, interrogate each other, let these two filthy witches deeply understand the betrayal For the fate of my god, it would be great if I could find out the traces of other witches."

"yes!"

The saints were automatically divided into two groups, and the torture room was noisy for a while. The real chief hidden in the darkness seemed to be forgotten, and no one asked her opinion.

Amelia wished they would forget herself.

It's better not to think there's anyone else here at all.

She can watch and be indifferent, but she will never attack innocent girls.

Although it is despicable enough for her to stand by like this, there are still some bottom lines that cannot be touched.

Amelia took a few steps back, leaning her back against the air-conditioned wall, closing her eyes and unwilling to look again.

"You just put up with it?"

Amelia was startled, and at some point, Rita stood beside her, gnashing her teeth and staring forward.

Amelia paused, and followed her eyes to see that Debra had performed the duties of the chief on her behalf, and was surrounded by all the stars.

Indeed, no matter how good-tempered Baozi is, she would be annoyed and angry when encountering such a face-to-face seizure of power. She shouldn't be so indifferent, and should react accordingly.

Amelia's thoughts turned slightly, her face suddenly turned pale, and she stammered, "I'm a little dizzy,"

In the dim space, the flickering candlelight hit the side of the girl's face, and those pupils seemed to be soaked in water, flowing out a lovely and moving wave.

The elf in the pocket let out a loud sneer.

Didn't you tell him not to make a sound, this bastard

Amelia gritted her teeth, put her hand down secretly, and pinched him fiercely, watching Rita's expression nervously.

What made her heave a sigh of relief was that Rita was still aggrieved and didn't hear any voice at all: "What's wrong with you, can you fight a little bit, and don't make Debra so proud!"

Amelia whispered to BB: "You can't compete with her yourself, and you still blame me."

Rita was nearly mad at her.

She opened and closed her lips and was about to say something when a sharp scream came from behind, covering her voice.

There was a strange smell of burnt flesh in the air. Accompanied by the strong smell of blood, Amelia turned pale and almost vomited out.

She endured it for a while, but finally couldn't hold it anymore, and glanced behind the slender Rita.

Thick blood dripped down on the ground. The thin and frail girl hung her head, her body was stained with blood, and the fingertips of the torture instruments drooped feebly, and the phalanges bent into a terrifying arc.

Debra stood spotlessly in front of the younger witch, with a hint of disgust in her gentle eyes, and asked slowly and forcefully, "Do you admit your identity as a witch?"

The red-haired witch raised her head, her messy hair covered her expression, she shook her head weakly and slowly: "I have never done what you say."

The saint woman on the side was impatient, and asked first: "Your parents reported to us personally, saying that you had seen the devil's deeds at night and had a conversation with it, right?"

The red-haired witch categorically denied: "I didn't!"

Debra showed a cold smile: "Still quibbling, our knight saw you wandering alone at night as if you lost your soul, and returned home by yourself in the early morning. When I asked you, what did you say about your behavior at night? Knowing nothing, isn't that evidence that you made a deal with the devil to have it attached to you?"

The red-haired witch trembled and shed tears: "I don't know, I really don't know, I..."

As if she had been hit at a weak point, she was in a trance, her eyes were dull, and she couldn't say anything to justify. At least before she was caught, she never knew that she would sneak out at night.

It's incredible.

Could it be that she really made a deal with the devil unknowingly

The red-haired witch closed her eyes lifelessly, and nodded in despair amid Debra's voice asking again if she was a witch.

Debra closed the manual and said with satisfaction: "Okay, just hand it over to the Inquisition, and let them execute the hanging."

The red-haired witch trembled violently.

The interrogation on the other side gradually came to an end. The saint in charge brought a blood-stained confession and said complacently, "This side is also settled."

"Although we didn't explain anything substantive, but fortunately we did it fairly neatly, and the court should give it an excellent score."

The saints laughed one after another.

Amelia was stunned listening.

What is being tempted by the devil, what is possessed, isn't this just simple sleepwalking

After being stunned for a while, she suddenly remembered that this is a western medieval background with backward medical treatment. The treatment of patients depends on magic. Diseases such as sleepwalking, which are taboo in modern times, are indeed a bit inconceivable to them.

It is no wonder that the parents of these two girls reported to the Holy See in a panic after they found out that they were sleepwalking, and watched their daughters being dragged away.

Amelia glanced at the red-haired girl, with delicate features, a small tear mole under the corner of her eye, and a little dimple on her lips when she spoke.

This kid must look good when he smiles.

She bit her lip hesitantly and squeezed her fingers tightly.

Debra in the crowd clapped her hands: "Okay, you two take the witch to the court, and remember to bring the confession with you."

The two saints came out, and the shackles fell to the ground with a bang, making a crisp metal sound.

They dragged the two girls, and blood was smeared on the ground, staining a bloody path.

This was probably the last time Amelia saw them.

When one of the girls passed by Amelia, she happened to raise her head. Between the bloody red hair was a pair of lifeless brown eyes, which slid past her without any fluctuations.

Those were the eyes of a dying man.

Amelia's heart skipped a beat. She didn't hesitate any more, quietly put her right hand behind her back, and moved her fingers slightly in mid-air.

The invisible magic power slowly swayed in the air.

The red-haired witch hung her head weakly. Someone held her arm and forcibly dragged her to the place where she was about to be killed.

The severe pain was transmitted from every corner of the body to the brain, making her feel unspeakable pain and despair.

She really doesn't want to die, she is still young, only eighteen years old, there is still a long time to go in the future, and there are still many things to try... The red-haired witch's eyes are misty, and she desperately recalls the good things in the past in her heart , trying to bring myself some comfort.

But fate is not always controlled by people.

She raised her head, trying to take another look at this wonderful world.

"thump!"

The strength supporting her suddenly disappeared, and the red-haired witch fell to the ground like a heavy sack, and it took a long time to get up.

She shook her head and shook off the messy hair that covered her sight, only to realize that those holy and proud saints had all passed out on the ground one by one.

What's going on here

A few spots of fluorescence spread out in the air.

The red-haired witch suddenly lowered her head, and suddenly a small fluorescent sphere rose from the empty ground.

The ball of light flickered in mid-air, slowly flew towards the gate, and kept circling around the gate.

She stood in a daze for a while, then was dazed for a while, and suddenly she understood the meaning of the ball of light.

It is guiding them to flee.

Although her body was sore and tired, she could hardly stand up, but with the hope that came from nowhere, the red-haired witch gritted her teeth and squeezed out a little strength, dragging another girl with black hair, stumbling and running towards the gate.

The door opened silently.

The red-haired witch walked out of the room with difficulty, and looked back at the saints who fainted for unknown reasons.

She gritted her teeth and took out the matchbox in her pocket. Her bent and fractured fingers trembled, lit a large bunch of matches, and threw them towards the torture chamber.

She didn't intend to kill, she just wanted to reserve some time for her escape.

Although the demon may really be attached to her, she doesn't want to die, she wants to live!

The red-haired witch, who was originally a believer in the light, left her faith behind with tears in her eyes, and ran out desperately, chasing the trace of the fluorescent ball.

All the way across the deep path and over the wall, the two scarred girls easily left the heavily guarded church.

The moment he stood on the outside land, the fluorescent ball burst in the air, leaving a piece of paper with a few lines of writing on it.

The few wisps of remaining power dissipated in the air, like fireflies that bring people hope, flying away in the direction they came from.

that direction... .

The red-haired witch turned her head in amazement.

Looking at the tiny dots of light flying into the sanctuary, she suddenly realized one thing.

It turned out that the people who rescued them were among those comatose saints!

Amelia suddenly opened her eyes in the torture room where a lot of people were crooked.

The light spots floated over, obediently lining up to blend into her body.

"Hey, running dog, are you stupid?" The pocket cover opened a gap, and the elf showed a bruised cheek, and asked blankly: "Why are you saving them? You should know, it will give you a lot of money." What trouble you are causing."

"First, I didn't save people. This has nothing to do with me. I didn't do anything."

"Secondly, what you should ask is why I saved such an unlucky thing like you."

Amelia slapped the pocket shut and tied it hard.

Behind him is the saint who fell asleep all over the place, and in front of him is the slowly burning fire.

Amelia took a deep breath and prepared to implement her surefire remedy.