what are you saying? I do not understand!
The great pressure on the trachea prevented Debra from begging for mercy or explaining. She shook her head with all her strength, tears welled up in her blue eyes, and looked at the elf in front of her beggingly.
Do not kill me.
Please, don't kill me.
I don't know anything, you've got the wrong guy.
"Heh, I'm still quibbling, how courageous." The elf lost his patience, he stretched out his hand, and pulled the thread of fate connected to Debra's body in the void.
Everything in the world is connected, and in the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of connection may require searching and searching in every possible way and careful thinking to find any clues.
But for Alfonso, the world in his eyes is different from ordinary people. Numerous illusory and treacherous golden chains stretched and entangled from each soul, like a huge ball of thread, covering every inch of land and every incident.
He was born omniscient.
From the flames filled with darkness, two chains were separated, one extending to an extremely far distance, and the other was on this woman.
Alfonso's eyes were indifferent, his slender and powerful fingers grabbed the golden chain, and tore it apart from the middle.
As if a shuddering pain came from the depths of her soul, Debra screamed silently, and the memories in her mind were flipped through by the elves one after another like a revolving lantern.
From today's fire scene, to missing the chief position a week ago, to all the experiences after becoming a saint... …
"Tsk."
Alfonso frowned in disgust, his fingertips resting on an unsightly picture.
He seemed to have bumped into something dirty, quickly skipped this paragraph, and continued to rummage deep in his memory.
Memory is an important part of the human soul, and when he flips through memory, he is actually flipping through Debra's soul.
"Heh, heh...."
Debra's beautiful face was ferocious, and her soul couldn't bear the heavy pressure, making a faint cracking sound.
Although this method of reading memory is effective, it is also very rough, and the slightest carelessness will damage the soul. Debra is an accomplished magician. Compared with ordinary people, she has persisted for a long time, but she has also reached her limit.
If it went any further, her soul would break.
The elf sneered, and the flipping action did not stop, but was even faster. He wanted to find out the owner of the other chain before this person's soul completely collapsed.
Alfonso didn't care what his purpose was, who he would hurt, or whether he had anything to do with that annoying lackey of Amelia.
He pursued this matter only because he hated someone who dared to hit his head.
Nothing to do with anyone.
Thinking of the sense of peeping that he felt at that time, Alfonso's gaze became colder and colder.
"puff!"
Debra spat out a mouthful of blood, and her body collapsed weakly, relying on the tentacles on her neck to support her body.
Bright red blood was sprayed on the snow-white floor. The contrast between extremely white and extremely red was like a few blood flowers blooming in the bandage that day, and the smile in the girl's eyes.
The elf's hand stopped abruptly.
If this person dies, that annoying woman Amelia will continue to whine and quarrel.
Alfonso gets upset just thinking about it.
Even using other troublesome ways to find that bastard is better than listening to annoying women nagging in their ears.
He withdrew his hand and let the thread of fate return to the void.
Debra relaxed all over, slowly closed her lifeless eyes, and fell powerlessly to the ground.
Alfonso didn't change back into the elf again, maintaining his adult figure, and walked slowly back to the woman's palace.
His strength returned stronger, and no trace of him could be found. He dragged a black robe, like a lonely soul wandering around in the middle of the night.
The fat tentacles scurried around his feet, occasionally eating a few small animals passing by, until he saw the familiar palace from a distance before disappearing into darkness.
The palace is brightly lit.
Alfonso pushed the door open, and just as his foot hit the floor, a figure blocked his way.
"Where have you been?" Amelia put her hips on her hips, with an angry expression on her face, "Okay, you're so brave, you dare to sneak out of the house alone, don't you?"
"I told you that you can't be seen by others, so you just ignored my words, right? You... Hey! Hey!"
Alfonso passed by her without saying a word. He used his power for a long time before he fully recovered, which made him extremely sleepy.
The outline of the elf was deep, and when he frowned, his whole face looked particularly sharp, as if he was angry, with a terrifying sense of deterrence.
Amelia couldn't help taking a step back.
Let Alfonso pass her blankly and walk back to the basement.
She pursed her lips, looking at Alfonso's slender and tall back, thinking that this elf is sometimes scary, when she saw a pair of red and swollen pointed ears hidden in the snow-white hair .
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She seemed to be using a little too much strength.
Amelia thought as she closed the door, isn't it just a small prank, and it's not a big deal. She did act too harshly, so she should apologize to him tomorrow.
Early the next morning, Amelia made a breakfast herself and knocked on the basement door.
"Alfonso~~?" Amelia softened her voice, "It's already morning, why don't you get up for dinner?"
There was no movement in the basement, but Amelia was sure the elf heard it.
She increased her strength and knocked a few more times: "Alfonso, listen to me, I was wrong about what happened yesterday. Even if you did a little prank, I shouldn't pull your ears. It's my fault...!"
"bump!"
Before Amelia could finish her sentence, the door was suddenly slammed by something, as if the candlestick on the table had been thrown over.
(▼dish▼#)
Amelia took a deep breath and slapped the door hard.
"You're almost done, I've already apologized to you, don't push yourself!"
However, she called for a long time but failed to call people out.
Wild, wild, the child is wild, completely disobedient.
Amelia didn't think that would work.
If we don't educate and educate now, the world will be completely turned upside down in the future.
She circled around the basement door a few times, stopped for a while, and left quietly.
After a while, she came back again and knocked on the door of the basement: "Alfonso? I have a book about dark elves here, do you want to read it? Don't you always want to know about yourself?"
The elf in the darkness opened his eyes, and his scarlet pupils shone with a strange light.
Amelia was still tempting him at the door: "Do you want to see it? Just come out and get it."
The tightly shut door opened suddenly.
A bright whip flew out, wrapped up a thick book she was holding and brought it back, and closed the door with a 'snap'.
Amelia smiled, with her hands behind her back, waiting slowly for the elf's post-reading speech.
"What the hell is this?"
The elf suddenly appeared, with a slender body leaning against the wall, with a hoarse voice that had just woken up, looking at her coldly.
"There is an introduction about the elves. The above is very clear. The elves are divided into the elves and the black elves. The elves are isolated from the world and never appear in front of the world. The black elves live in the dark land and use tribes as their basis. Ties...."
"Who asked you this." The elf looked impatient, interrupted Amelia's long-winded narration, pointed to a line in the book and pointed at her eyes: "I'm asking this paragraph."
Amelia took it over and read it carefully: "This is about the habits of dark elves. They like to clean, love to work, and have a warm and friendly personality. What they like most is sneaking into other people's homes to help clean. "
"Some rich people will specially raise one or two dark elves, so they have an alias, called house elves."
"Hey, lackey, do you think I'm stupid?"
The corner of the elf's thin lips curved into a sneer: "Do you think I will believe such stupid words?"
Amelia smiled calmly, and put the book on the side cabinet casually: "If you don't believe me, how about asking someone else? I just happen to be going out for a while, do you want to go with me?"
The elf squinted her eyes, looked her up and down with cold eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Okay, then I'll see what tricks you are playing."
…
In the square in front of the chapel, Rita and Debra had already arrived, waiting for her.
Seeing her from afar, Rita breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over with some joy: "You've come, I really don't want to be alone with her."
Amelia glanced at Debra and asked in surprise, "What happened to her?"
Rita curled her lips: "I said I didn't sleep well, who knows, I guess I was so angry that I couldn't sleep, so I cried secretly under the quilt all night." She gloated twice, with a wretched expression, the image of a proud young lady It was completely destroyed.
"Hey, that shouldn't be the case."
Amelia almost suspected that Debra was taking drugs. Overnight, the cheeks of that plump face became sunken, like a beggar who had been starving for a long time. The eyes were dark and bloodshot. Emaciated and scary.
When the Pope called the three of them to wait, he also paused when he saw Debra: "Debra, what's wrong with you?"
Debra rubbed her dry eyes: "Going back to the Pope's crown, it's just that I didn't sleep well, it's not a big deal."
When she woke up today and looked in the mirror, she herself was startled. Maybe it was because she stayed up too late reading a book last night. She got up this morning and found that she was sleeping on the floor, which is why she looks so haggard.
I can't stay up late like this in the future, Debra thought, and secretly yawned.
"It's fine." The Pope withdrew his gaze and looked at Amelia: "The knights guarding the city have heard that they found the two escaped witches in a small town nearby."
"Amelia, as the chief, you didn't take good care of these two heretics. Although you paid off with merit, you are still in charge of this case in the final analysis. You should prepare and set off in a few days to bring them back. Catch it back."
Under the majestic gaze of the Pope, Amelia didn't dare to think too much, she lowered her head and replied, "Yes, I will follow your wishes, Your Majesty."
The Pope turned to look at Debra and Rita: "You two go with Amelia, especially you, Rita, you need to make some achievements to let everyone see that you are worthy of the religion to keep you Talent, my decision to keep you is not wrong."
Rita's eyes filled with tears when she heard these words: "Yes!"
Debra's reaction was a bit slow, and she nodded slowly, "Yes."
A look of weakness.
The Pope gave her a deep look, frowned and said, "Debra, come with me."
After the two left, Rita jumped up excitedly and shook Amelia's arm: "Ah, I'm so excited, the Pope is so kind and tolerant, he is willing to give me another chance ah.."
Amelia tolerantly let her dance excitedly for a while.
After she calmed down, Amelia asked innocently, "Rita, do you know about house elves?"
"I know." Rita was still excited, and replied casually, "Why are you asking this?"
Amelia looked at the bulging little cloth bag pinned to her waist, and said with a smile, "I just can't remember its other name all of a sudden."
"Dark elf, you have forgotten such a classic name." Rita glanced at this scumbag sympathetically.
Amelia said haha: "I can't remember it for a while, you go back first, I still have some things to do."
After sending Rita away, Amelia mentioned the small cloth bag that was originally used to hold money, and said to the little elf sitting with her knees hugged inside with a smile, "Give up now."
Alfonso's face darkened, he gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible."
Those disgusting words, enthusiasm, cheerfulness, love to clean... how could they be used on him!
This kid is hard to fool.
Amelia pulled out her last resort—a pure black satin handkerchief.
In the center of the handkerchief, there are a few groups of white debris stuck, from a distance, it looks like a starry sky at night.
—Unfortunately that is for others.
!
Alfonso's pupils shrank slowly, with a murderous look in his eyes, and the whip was about to move, wishing he could smash the handkerchief on the spot.
The woman's hateful shrill laughter came from next to her ear: "Do you really want to clean up those white balls? Look, you are born to clean up hahahahaha."