That's too late.
The inspection team came too fast, and the roar of horses stepping across the floor was getting closer and closer, as if they were so close!
Amelia didn't have time to think about anything else, she quickly took off her robe, and stuffed it casually into the trolley. In an instant, the trolley returned to its original appearance of books.
She was holding a book, her pure white and gold dress fluttered slightly in the wind, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she became that noble saint again.
And this dark elf.
Amelia turned her eyes to look at it, hesitated for a moment, and tapped her fingers, adding a layer of camouflage to the elf to cover up its breath.
And those bloodstains were also hidden together.
After finishing all this, she walked out of the alley pretending to be nonchalant, just in time to bump into a group of knights oncoming. The leader happened to be the knight commander who met at the gate of the temple.
"My lord saint."
The knight commander saluted solemnly.
"What's the matter with you, what happened?" Amelia looked at the large army behind him with a surprised expression.
The knight elder replied honestly: "I found the breath of dark magic in a nearby private house. Some civilians died, and there were a large number of people. I am afraid that people from the dark religion sneaked in. The subordinates are investigating. I don't know if the saintess Did your lord find any abnormal traces?"
Amelia shook her head: "No, there is nothing strange around here."
Just as she was speaking, several knights went around to the alley behind her and went in to search for it.
Amelia's heart rose.
She was a saint, and she was supposed to kill any dark creature she saw, especially a race with such a bad reputation as the dark elves. She should have handed it over, or slayed it, instead of protecting it from the patrols.
If it was an adult elf lying there, Amelia would definitely do this.
But it was a cub after all.
A cub with milk gas, small arms and legs, who may have just lost his parents and family.
No matter what kind of creature it is, it is born with the instinct to protect its cubs. Even if it is not a race, it has an appearance that is similar to that of a human being. It lay there dying, and its young body was covered with terrible scars, as if it would die in the next moment. die.
Amelia's heart softened all of a sudden.
Anyway, it won't be too troublesome, just protect it this time, and leave it alone in the future.
While convincing herself, Amelia pricked up her ears to listen to the movement in the alley.
She is confident in her magical strength, so she is not too nervous, and she is still dealing with the knight commander in front of her.
Soon, the two knights who went in for inspection came out and nodded to the knight leader.
"My lord, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." The knight commander bid farewell to her, got on his horse neatly, and a large number of knights chased him and left the street.
Billows of smoke and dust fluttered in the air, and it took a long time to settle down. The empty and deserted streets returned to calm, with only a few panic-stricken civilians trotting past.
Amelia stood for a moment, then turned back to the alley.
Just like what she saw when she came, this dark alley seemed to be isolated from the existence of sunlight, with dark and damp muddy moss everywhere, and the name of the street was written all over the wall: Oya Street.
The unconscious dark elf crouched beneath the street name in the same pose she had seen before.
Amelia squatted down and took a rough look at the scars on its body. Most of them were knife wounds, and the bones were deep enough to cover every fatal part of its body.
How did it survive
Taking a closer look, the elf's injury was much more serious than Amelia expected. If it wasn't for the vague breathing from the nose, Amelia almost thought that there was just a corpse lying here.
It also hurts too much.
Just looking at it, Amelia couldn't help shivering with empathy.
If it continues to stay here, it will never be able to get up and leave by itself before the next search team comes.
And if the patrol team finds this elf, Amelia can definitely predict its fate, either beheading it and throwing it in the cemetery, or making it a specimen for exhibition.
No matter how big it is, the tenet of the Light God Sect is that all dark creatures deserve to die.
Forget it, the rescue has been saved, it's better for a good person to do it to the end, let's send it far away.
Amelia stood up, turned the book back into a small cart, found a black blanket from inside, carefully avoided the wound, wrapped the elf from head to toe, shrunk into a small ball.
I don't know how old this elf is, with skinny arms and legs, curled up into a ball just enough to be stuffed into the cart.
There seemed to be the sound of someone passing by outside the alley.
Amelia speeded up, stuffed the elf in, covered it tightly with a few clothes, and then turned the cart into a book again.
A much heavier book.
Amelia was originally holding the book with one hand, but after walking for a while, it changed to embrace it with both hands, and weighed it with a little difficulty, feeling that it was at least one-third of her weight.
A very thin child, why is it so heavy? Could it be that the bones of elves are naturally heavier than humans
After walking five or six streets, Amelia's arms began to feel faintly sore. She took a breath and put the book on her shoulder with a blank expression.
The sleeves slid down with her movements, revealing an arm that was as white as jade in the sun.
"Hmm... Lady Saint?"
A hesitant male voice sounded from behind.
Amelia took the book down with a calm expression, hugged it gracefully with one hand, and turned around as if nothing had happened: "Are you?"
The voice of the knight whose face could not be seen clearly with the armor was young and lively: "My lord, I am a knight belonging to the inspection team. It is not safe outside now. Let me escort you back."
"No, I can go back by myself." Amelia smiled and politely rejected his proposal.
What a joke, she is still holding a dark elf, if she is escorted back, how will she find a place to put it down.
"Let me see you off, that's what the knight commander meant." The knight resolutely said.
In fact, it was the knight commander who was worried that Amelia would die outside. If such a saint at the end of the crane was killed under the watchful eye of the patrol team, the knight commander could only apologize with death.
It doesn't matter if thousands of civilians die, but saintesses cannot die.
Amelia waved desperately: "No, no, no." Abby panicked.
However, the knight's attitude was very firm. Regardless of Amelia's repeated refusals, he stuck to her side and followed her all the way back to the gate of the church.
The other knights guarding the door breathed a sigh of relief when they saw her: "You can count yourself back, don't go out for a few days, and wait until the murderer who committed the massacre is caught."
Amelia smiled and said, "Thank you so much."
Her hand holding the book trembled slightly, both because her arms were sore, and because she was panicked and overwhelmed.
It's over, she really wants to take the dark elves into the sanctuary.
This may be the first case in the history of Guangming God, Mom, she is going to make history.
Amelia pretended to be calm and took a step back. The knight immediately stood behind her and looked around vigilantly, as if someone would suddenly rush out to attack them: "Go back, it's dangerous outside."
There was no other way, so Amelia had no choice but to walk into the church with tears in her eyes, as if holding a bomb, and returned to the palace where she lived in fear.
The God of Light has a lot of money and wealth, and has prepared a separate palace for each saint. Every morning, someone will come to clean it. Now there is no one in the palace, only the sound of veils when the curtains are blown by the wind.
It's not safe outside, and it's easy to be seen.
Amelia groped around and found a dusty iron ring from the ground against the wall. When she pulled it hard, a smell of dust hit her face.
This is the basement left by the previous saint, she has never used it. Inside was a small wooden bed, a few simple pieces of furniture, and a pile of dusty instruments of torture.
Amelia dispelled the magic, took out the little elf curled up in the blanket from the trolley, and placed it on the simple bed.
The bright red blood immediately soaked the bedding, and the droplets condensed into brown bloodstains.
The dark creature's self-healing ability was originally very strong, but there was a force in the wound that continued to destroy and wreak havoc, tearing the healing muscles again and again, and sticky blood continued to ooze out, making him look bloody and horrible.
Amelia hissed.
I don't know who it is, even such a small child has the heart to do such a murderous thing. Even if you want to kill it, just give it a good time, there is no need to torture people like this.
As if feeling a change in the touch beneath her body, the elf's slender eyelashes trembled, and she was about to struggle out of the coma several times, her bloodless lips were clenched tightly, and she let out a few vague groans.
It looks really painful and disturbing.
Even if he lost too much blood and was on the verge of death, he tried his best to perceive the surrounding environment and ensure his own safety.
Such willpower is really amazing.
If it can grow up, it will definitely become a very powerful powerhouse.
Amelia's heart trembled, and the faint anger in her heart gradually dissipated, and she sighed helplessly.
Alas, forget it, things have developed to this point, and it can't be blamed.
Although Amelia still had a headache about how to deal with this trouble, she still couldn't bear to just leave the elf alone.
She fetched a basin of water and lowered her head to carefully clean up the blood stains on the wound. The blackened and coagulated blood stains were extremely difficult to wipe off. It took a long time to clean the wound. She got up and went to find a bottle of wound medicine.
"Snapped!"
At this moment, a hand full of tiny scratches suddenly grabbed Amelia's wrist.
Startled, Amelia looked up.
The dark elf opened those dirty blood eyes, and looked at her blankly and blankly.