Amelia was doing her homework with her head down.
That day, the literature and history teacher grabbed her and said that in order to celebrate her becoming the chief, he gave her three homework as a congratulatory gift, and also stipulated that they should be handed in before the next class, and he had to read them in front of everyone.
—Who would want such a congratulatory gift
snort.
Amelia was reluctant to do her homework, and the quill was stained with ink, flying like flying on the parchment, writing a group of flamboyant handwriting.
There was a knocking sound behind him.
"Keep your voice down." She was annoyed and shouted back without looking back.
Alfonso stood behind her with his arms folded. The pure black military uniform made his figure more slender and taller. He stared sharply at the girl's slender back, "Hey, are you lying to me?"
After he came back, after thinking about it for a long time, he still felt that he shouldn't have such a personality, even before he lost his memory.
What enthusiasm, what cheerfulness, what love to clean, what insults him.
Alfonso's eyes became more dangerous, and he stared at her fiercely, showing his sharp teeth.
Under his feet, dangerous and ugly tentacles waved silently in the air. He diligently packed his luggage, took out clothes from the rows of closets by the wall, stacked them neatly, and packed them into boxes.
While working, the tentacle secretly listened to the movement over there. When it saw Amelia turning her head and wanted to speak, it froze all over. It didn't care about the white dress falling down from the tip of its hand, and burrowed into it. In the shadow of the elves.
Amelia paused the pen in her hand, and said solemnly: "How is it possible? Of course I didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, you can ask anyone to see if I'm telling the truth."
She looked calm, and she didn't retreat in the slightest from the eyes of the dark elf, looking back calmly.
Of course she wasn't panicking, because she really wasn't lying about the house-elves.
The so-called house-elf is actually just an insulting name, because the dark elves imitate the dark god everywhere, like a house-elf who grabs his master's trousers like a dog, and his dog legs are shameless.
Similarly, there are witches = bark monsters, liches = three-headed dogs, all of which are jokes that have been handed down in the divine religion a long time ago.
As for the handkerchief... Amelia smiled silently.
How could devout dark believers accept that pure black is polluted by white
Not just Alfonso, any dark elf could not accept such a scene.
Just a little psychological tactic.
Alfonso observed for a while, but found no flaws, snorted unwillingly, shook his sleeves and left.
He turned around, his long silver-gray hair looked like a low-key and gorgeous moonstone in the sun, but he himself had a sharp and cold beauty, which made people fascinated and afraid, and he dared not approach him.
Amelia watched helplessly as the arrogant and rebellious moonstone headed back to the basement, refusing to condescend, and bent down to pick up the white dress that fell on the ground.
With a bang, the door closed.
The small cloth bag hanging on the doorknob shook a few times, and slowly returned to calm.
Amelia sighed regretfully.
Ah, she still thought that someone could help pack her luggage, but she really thought Alfonso was too weak.
He is so proud that even if he doesn't know anything, he will not accept the character imposed on him by others.
It seems that all her efforts were in vain.
Amelia shrugged and continued to work on her homework with her head down. She needs to hand over three full rolls of parchment before departure, and she doesn't even have time to sleep these few nights, it's time to race against time.
As for Alfonso, presumably such a blow can make him quiet for a few days.
So quiet that she smuggled out the dark elf that broke in suddenly, placed it in a safe place, and parted ways from then on.
The sky was getting dark, and the magic lamps on both sides of the wall were lit up. Amelia put down her pen, rubbed her dry eyes, stood up and stretched her muscles and bones.
She rubbed her neck and turned her head, a huge black shadow caught in the corner of her eyes startled her.
In front of the empty closet, there was a package that was huge enough to fit Amelia's whole body. It was neatly tied up, and the dress on the floor was gone.
At one corner of the package, a white skirt was exposed.
Amelia's hand stopped, she pursed her lips, and finally couldn't hold back, she smiled slightly.
Amelia still couldn't finish her homework. On the night before her departure, she was completely panicked facing the two blank parchment scrolls, so she had to cry and pull her good student Rita over to help her write together. .
"Why don't you talk to the teacher of literature and history, and say that the Pope has a mission."
Rita yawned lazily. She was dragged up from the bed by Amelia, and her normally neatly arranged blond curly hair was loosened and draped over her shoulders in a mess.
"I said it." Amelia had tears in her eyes, "Then he said, you can hand it in after you come back, but the number becomes five."
She stopped writing, and slammed her head on the table: "Five articles, how can I write them, why don't I hurry up and hand them in now."
Rita propped her chin, and smiled unkindly: "If you don't usually attend class, the literature and history teacher has disliked you a long time ago, and this time I will find a chance to deal with you."
Amelia: QAQ... .
The scumbag has nothing to say. jpg.
The room was silent for a while, Rita lowered her head to write, and after a while she asked suddenly: "Do you know about that rumor?"
Amelia raised her head in confusion: "Well? What?"
Rita looked around like a thief, her fair face was flushed, she leaned over and whispered, "Someone heard that in the grove next to the church, someone did that kind of thing."
"What's the matter?" Amelia didn't respond for a while.
Rita blushed even more, and stammered with evasive eyes: "It's, it's that kind of dirty thing."
oh. Amelia reacted.
It was discovered that someone was eating the forbidden fruit.
The Light God Sect never allows anyone to do this kind of thing in the place closest to the gods, especially the saints specially trained to serve the gods. In order to protect their pure souls and bodies, they can't even listen, because they are afraid of being dirty. ears.
"I don't know who is so bold." Rita was both angry and vaguely curious, and guessed aimlessly: "It shouldn't be a believer, it might be a maid, a knight, or a gardener. "
"Probably so." Amelia dealt with her casually without raising her head.
Anyway, no matter who it is, they will be found out by the angry cult soon.
Sure enough, on the day they set off, the three of them, carrying their luggage and a team of guarded knights, happened to pass by two people who were hanging on the city wall.
It was a man and a woman, with a haggard look and dull eyes. They were curled up in two small cages, and they seemed to have been exposed to the sun for a long time.
"Are these the two daring civilians?" Debra asked the knight guarding in a cold voice with a solemn expression and a hint of anger between her brows.
"yes."
Rita glanced casually: "Debra, what do you care about so much, go, don't waste time here."
Debra pursed her lips, and told the knight, "After they die, hang their bodies here for a while longer, so that other people can see what happens to blasphemers."
The knight bowed respectfully: "Yes, I will follow your order."
Amelia didn't dare to look up, she carried the suitcase and walked silently beside Rita.
These two people, if you insist on doing this kind of thing next to the church, can't you wait a little longer? It's not that I won't see it again in the future, it's all right now, just hang it on the wall to dry.
Amelia sighed inaudibly, stepped into the carriage, and left the city with the sound of squeaking wheels.
She didn't see it. Debra lowered her head, hiding the complex look of happiness and guilt in her eyes.
The town mentioned by the pope is not far away. It is a day's distance from the city, just at the junction of the center and the edge of the mainland, and one step outside is the dark land where the dark gods are stationed.
It was already late at night when they arrived, and after opening the city gate with the tokens of the divine religion, they found a small hotel to stay, and each went to sleep, waiting to get up tomorrow to investigate the whereabouts of the witch.
Amelia returned to her room, waited for the dead of night, and after there was no movement in the rooms on both sides, she quietly left the hotel without disturbing anyone.
Go out along the main road, climb over the city wall, and there is a dense forest not far away. The part of the forest close to the town is relatively calm, but the deeper you look, the more dangerous the atmosphere becomes.
In the distance connected to the sky, the thick black fog covered almost every part of the sky.
That is the territory of the Dark God Religion.
When Amelia reached the edge of the forest, she dared not go any further. She took out the small cloth bag, untied the rope, and shook out a black-faced elf with fluttering wings.
"Going from here to the depths of the forest is the dark land, where all the dark elves are."
"I said before, I'll take you home, I didn't lie to you, did I?"
The blond girl smiled softly. In terms of appearance, she is worthy of the title of saint, even in the eerie dense forest, she can't hide her shining beauty like brilliance.
Anyone will marvel at her holy beauty.
Only Alfonso knew what a vicious, insidious and annoying woman this was.