"What look in your eyes?" Alfonso frowned, keenly aware of a strange atmosphere.
The girl's beautiful almond eyes widened, and she looked at him fixedly. The blue eyes were not filled with the usual emotions, but stunned, and there was a hint of... panic in the stunned
She is afraid of him.
After realizing this, Alfonso's face sank, and with a trace of anger coming from nowhere, he said in a deep voice, "Why are you so nervous?"
He reached out to take back the black book, to see what made her expression change.
However, before her fingertips touched the spine of the book, Amelia stepped back a few steps as if being pointed at with a knife.
"I, I still have something to do, I'm leaving first." Her voice was trembling, and her eyes were looking around in panic, not daring to look directly into his eyes.
Throwing down these words, the girl turned around and ran away, as if there was some terrible beast behind her, her footsteps were messy and hurried, and she almost tripped when she went out from the rooftop, when she found a small exclamation.
The elf's fingers hanging by his side moved invisibly.
His blood-colored eyeballs were so deep that they turned black, quietly watching the slender figure disappear from his eyes, and the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away from him, so far away that he could hardly hear him.
The balcony was silent again.
The elf turned his eyes and looked downstairs again. The white crown of the statue of light was just a foot away. He stood above it, as if standing on top of the statue, and stepped on the disgusting pure white under his feet.
However, such thoughts could no longer make him feel happy.
"Kabang—"
The jade floor tiles cracked a deep gap around the place where the elf stood, and the debris flew up, stopping in this turbulent space.
The soft sunlight was projected on the elf's expressionless face, and a few strands of pale hair hung down on the brows, making the eyes darker and darker, hiding a ray of grievance and puzzlement that was almost invisible.
What happened to this woman
Amelia secretly hid the book in her skirt, as if carrying a bomb, and returned to the bedroom assigned to her with a thunderous heart.
There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, and Amelia didn't bother to lie down on the big, soft bed. She opened the closet door, got in, squatted down with her knees hugged, and put the black book on her knees. Go, start reading seriously.
In fact, she still has a little luck.
No way? impossible
That is the God of Darkness, God! How could it be possible to be picked up by her after such a miserable situation
I heard that the dark elves have the habit of imitating the dark god. Maybe Alfonso was a fanatical believer of the dark god before he lost his memory, so he made himself look like a god.
But at the same time, she knew in her heart that this kind of explanation was untenable. Wouldn't it be blasphemy for any believer to imitate it exactly the same? This is disrespectful behavior.
Let the gods know that God's punishment will come down.
Feeling more and more desperate, Amelia shook her hands and turned the pages of the book.
She quickly skipped the part that gave her a heart attack and skipped to the next page.
- He is the untouchable god. ①
——Those who are close to the source of his power will be infected by it, the closer the distance, the more severe the infection, maddened, desperate and distorted.
—In the end, he lost his mind and became His body walking between heaven and earth.
—He is by no means a good God!
- Those who are not under the patronage of the gods of light should not approach.
"Crack!" Amelia closed the book.
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Well, now there is no explanation for any reason.
He is the God of Darkness, the mysterious and terrifying evil god.
Or the god she served tit-for-tat and hated each other to the bone.
This is like when playing a game, the red side's soldiers and the blue side's boss met in a narrow alley. Not only did they not fight, but they took them to their home base camp. Is it better to deliver food to them or to deliver food
As for the red soldier, not only is she stupid, she is also a shameful 25-year-old!
"Goo..."
Amelia is autistic.
When Rita knocked on the door and came in, the room was pitch black, the lights were not turned on, and the light white veil was hanging down coldly in the night wind.
"Huh? Are you not here?" She was about to close the door when she suddenly saw a familiar skirt exposed outside the closed door of the closet.
It looks very familiar, and I saw someone wearing it this morning.
When she looked over, the hem of the skirt still moved a bit, as if it had been pulled by someone, and immediately became quiet again, pretending that nothing happened.
"?"
Rita walked over, directly opened the closet door, and grabbed a dejected millet grain from inside.
"What are you doing, playing hide and seek?"
Amelia was lying on her arm, her whole body was like a cabbage worm squished and flattened by pia, from top to bottom there was a sense of lovelessness.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." she whimpered vaguely.
"Huh? What's the matter?" Rita softened her voice, stroked the top of her soft golden hair, and smoothed her fur like a purring kitten.
Amelia rubbed against her palm, and managed to pull/pull/out her head, her soft white cheeks almost glowing in the dark night: "I'm hungry, I want to eat." She sighed long.
Hearing that she didn't want to say more, Rita blinked her eyes. The proud girl was so considerate once, and changed the subject following her words:
"Do you want to go out to eat? I heard that there are many delicious shops in this town, with unique local flavors, which are hard to find in other places. Do you want to try it?"
Amelia sighed again, touched her hungry belly, "Okay, just wait for me."
She randomly grabbed a cloak from the open closet and put it on, and took a money bag from the table, tied it around her waist as usual, and the two of them went out together.
This city is located at the border, and the food sold on the street is as unique as Rita said, and there is a strong chili smell in the air, which is pungent but attractive.
Chili! Amelia was moved to tears, she hadn't eaten this thing for a long time.
When the crowd saw the two girls in extraordinary clothes, they automatically moved out of the way. The owner of the canteen wiped his hands awkwardly, nodded and bowed to greet him: "My lords, what do you want to eat?"
Rita didn't even look at him, and just talked to Amelia with a smile: "Although this one isn't as good as the cook in the church, it's pretty good. You can try it, and throw it away if you don't like it."
Amelia nodded with interest: "Okay, try."
She was about to take money out of the purse when the canteen owner suddenly stopped him in a hurry, "Your Excellency, you don't need to pay, no, no, no, really no need."
The owner of the canteen was a middle-aged man with a hunched back, wearing shabby black cloth clothes, and his body trembled when he approached them.
The common people can't afford to offend the nobles, they usually hide when they can, but if they do, they will naturally lower themselves into the dust and pray to the nobles not to get angry.
Amelia glanced at the little boy who was timidly hiding behind the boss. His dark eyes were still innocent but tinged with fear, and he stared straight at her.
Her heart softened, and she insisted on taking out the purse, untied the rope, and touched it with her tender and white fingers, and touched it, and touched it—
!
What is this
The touch in the palm is cold, but it is not the hard coldness of gold coins, but slightly soft, a little elastic, very big, the size of her palm, and still moving.
Amelia's expression cracked.
When did this big guy come in! !
Why don't you say a word to her! ! !
Amelia's hands froze there and did not dare to move, for fear that the boss would chop off her offending hand if she moved. Rita had already found a comfortable place to sit down and beckoned her over to eat.
Amelia moved over step by step and sat down straight.
The mood to eat suddenly disappeared.
Her hand was still stuck in the bag, and the big brother lay on her palm, motionless, and even seemed to rub it, the smooth hair rubbed against it, itching all the way to her spine.
Amelia shuddered.
She suddenly remembered how she bullied the boss a few days ago, touching her hair, pulling her ears, beating her head... Think again about the sentence 'If you go against His will, He will take your soul and crush it, and turn it into a body For the ashes under His throne. '.
His legs went limp.
If she hadn't been sitting on the stool, Amelia might have knelt on the spot.
"Eat, isn't it delicious?" Rita looked at her suspiciously.
The boss and his son were serving tremblingly, and the longer Amelia remained silent, the more apparent the despair and fear in her eyes.
Amelia's heart swayed, and she quickly twitched the palm of the elf's body, then tied the bag, and put the money bag on the table respectfully. She used her fastest speed for all these actions, and the whole process It only took two or three seconds.
However, under the high concentration of nerves, she clearly felt that when she pulled her hand out, she seemed to inadvertently rubbed against something soft and wet...
The wetness still lingers on the fingertips.
Mouth, yes mouth.
...I actually touched the boss's mouth shamelessly!
Maybe it's because there's nothing more sad than a dead heart, Amelia suddenly lost her fear after a moment of gloom, she shrank her head with a knife, and stretched her head with a knife, she's going to die anyway, it's better to be a dead ghost, so that she can walk comfortably on the road to the underworld.
She huffed and ate the bowl of spicy and hot broth. The pieces of meat like mutton floated in the sour soup. The soup noodles were sprinkled with bright red peppers, and the tip of her nose was sweating because of the deliciousness.
"marvelous!"
Amelia gave a thumbs up to the cafeteria owner, pulled out a few gold coins from Rita's purse, and teased the little boy with a smile.
The girl laughed softly, and the purse on the table moved slightly.
Alfonso's complexion was dark, his pointed ears were exposed, and the tips were slightly red.
Heh, I had a good laugh.
He involuntarily pursed his lips, his pale lips were brushed by something, and they became redder, softening that unruly and cold face a bit.
'Irreverent. '
When she was full and left the dining hall, Amelia really had the urge to pretend she forgot her purse and never return it.
It's a pity that the desire to survive still forced her to give up this idea. She regretfully picked up the money bag and carefully put it in her pocket, not daring to hang it on her waist casually.
The sparks at night were extraordinarily bright, spending as much time as possible on the street, until pedestrians gradually thinned out and businesses closed, Amelia finally reluctantly went back.
In the middle of the night, the church was empty, with only a few knights guarding the door. After Rita yawned and said goodbye to her, she was the only one left in the bedroom.
When there is no one, it is when the two are alone.
Amelia was not yet mentally prepared, and didn't know what attitude to use to face Alfonso, when a slender and tall figure suddenly appeared, forcing her to the corner.
"Hey, running dog." The elf was a head taller than her, looking condescendingly, with a shadow under the arch of her eyebrows, hiding her dark red eyes in the darkness.
Extremely evil, worthy of being an evil god.
Amelia's legs went limp after one glance, and she leaned on the wall to support her body tremblingly, not daring to look directly into his eyes.
It's over, is he going to kill me
Ah, am I going to be buried here today? Amelia screamed inwardly.
The cowardly girl was trembling, her Yunlan eyes were fixed on the ground, but she just didn't look at him, which was very different from her usual appearance of beating him violently at every turn.
The elf looked down at her, and his thick eyebrows frowned more and more tightly, "Are you sick? Look here."
Amelia paused, and before she was ready, the impatient elf pinched her neck with one hand and forcibly turned her head around.
The cold palm landed on the deadly part, with long and slender fingers, tightly encircling her. The force was a little heavy, but it was not painful.
There is a feeling of being in control of life.
Amelia stiffened.
The elf was very close, he lowered his head slightly, his pale hair fell down, covering the outside scenery, and in Amelia's sight, only his face that was too handsome to pick out flaws was left.
He squinted his scarlet eyes, looked at her with an unclear expression, and breathed lightly, carrying an unknown faint fragrance.
Breath touch.
Intimidated by this face, Amelia couldn't think of fleeing, and froze in place, letting him look at her motionlessly.
"you… "
The thin, bloodless lips slowly opened and closed, and under close contact, Amelia even saw the slightly exposed red tip of her tongue.
Her heart was beating like thunder, and she waited for the judgment of the gods.
"You..." The elf raised his eyebrows and asked with some doubts, "Are you still angry?"
ah
Amelia was stunned by his question, and stammered, "What, why are you angry?"
"Then why are you avoiding me today?" A flicker of irritability flashed in Alfonso's eyes, and he couldn't help tightening his fingers. The honey-colored skin contrasted with the girl's white complexion, which was very conspicuous.
It was on the rooftop in the morning, and somehow ran away, and when I returned to the room, I was still squatting in the closet and couldn't come out. I was very strange.
"me… "
Does Amelia dare to say 'Darling, you are not actually a dark elf, your real identity is a dark god'
Of course she didn't dare.
Say it and she dies.
So far, Alfonso still hasn't recovered his memory, and she can still hold on. If she remembers, she will have to die on the spot.
Still a miserable death.
Amelia swallowed, looked down, stared at the elf's Adam's apple, and said dryly, "Yes, I'm still angry, so I haven't talked to you today."
"Careful." The elf snorted and commented crisply.
He seemed to be relieved, let go of the hand pinching the back of her neck, straightened up, and said lazily: "Okay, got it, I will tell you when I go out."
Sounds kind of nice...
Amelia continued dryly: "Oh."
Standing there, she watched Alfonso nod in satisfaction, turned around and took a look at the layout of the room, walked to the big bed that seemed soft at first glance, lifted the quilt and lay down.
…
Oh, right.
Amelia, who has been hit continuously today, thought blankly, there is no basement in the church room, and the elf can only sleep in the same bed with her.
Will I be able to sleep tonight
Amelia couldn't help asking questions.
The answer is not only to sleep, but also to sleep soundly.
When the strong sunlight woke Amelia up, she opened her eyes, and saw a piece of honey-colored skin.
Xia Tian's thin quilt was placed on the elf's narrow waist, revealing his bare/naked chest, with extremely explosive and smooth muscles from top to bottom, full and tight, making the mouth dry.
Amelia looked along, and Alfonso was staring at the ceiling in a daze. When he noticed her gaze, he looked over and smiled maliciously: "Hey, your saliva is on me. .”
"fart!"
Amelia hadn't woken up from sleep yet, she rubbed her eyes and said in a daze, "Don't talk nonsense, fairies never drool when they sleep."
I was scolded again.
The elf actually felt an inexplicable sense of relief when he was angry.
Amelia didn't remember what disrespectful words she had just said to the gods until she touched the cold well water when she was washing her face.
—Forget it, you don’t have to worry about debts.
She wiped the water off her face and yawned lazily.
Anyway, Alfonso will die after recovering his memory, so he doesn't care about these two points anymore.
Later, Amelia found an opportunity to quietly return the black book. Fortunately, most of the manpower and material resources were spent on searching for the divination witch Bella. For the time being, no one found that the black book disappeared for a short time.
Some people also tried to read this book, but for most people, it was a book that could not be opened at all. Only a small number of people could open it, but what was revealed was a blank page without writing.
Among the thousands of believers and nearly 10,000 ordinary people, only Amelia can read this book.
Of course, Amelia didn't reveal this. She seemed to be the only one who could see the handwriting. She opened the book with a normal expression, pretending she didn't see anything, and managed to get away with it.
Later, at Debra's suggestion, everyone decided to present this mysterious black book to the Pope, who would decide how to deal with it.
There was also the witch who had been staying quietly in the dungeon and was almost forgotten, and was brought back to the church by Amelia and the others.
The day before departure, Amelia handed over the task of packing to the elves, and she and Rita ran out to play.
"Slacker." The elf squeezed out a sentence between his teeth, and stood by the window of the bedroom, watching the girl running out happily from the second floor.
The tentacles stretched out behind him, occupying the entire room hugely, and a thick black mist overflowed, like a devil's vine man, with human remains hanging on every branch.
But upon closer inspection, those so-called remnants were actually just clothes hanging in the air.
It is drying clothes.
The tentacles on the other side are working hard to foam and scrub, and the other part is responsible for folding and packing, and loading the luggage. The whole process is skilled and fast, skilled and fast.
It, under the master's ruthless training, has become a skilled... laundromat (male) worker!
Tentacle: Crying.
On the other side, just as Amelia came out of the dining hall, she bumped into a moving slave market.
It is said to be moving because it is composed of a large cage hanging on the carriage. Creatures of all sizes are curled up in the iron cage, some are naked, some are covered with hair, and grow in strange shapes.
A large number of people gathered around to watch. Occasionally, nobles in rich and rich clothes took a fancy to the slaves and bargained with the slave owners.
"Ha, it's interesting. This team of merchants is quite strong, and they managed to catch Bai/Elf." Rita said with great interest.
Hearing the keyword 'elf', Amelia, who had already looked away, looked over again, and sure enough, she found a white/elf/spirit in one of the cages.
Unlike Alfonso, he was very white.
His skin was shining like jade, his golden hair was draped down, his clothes were ragged, his eyes were clear and condensed, and he looked at the crowd of onlookers expressionlessly.
There was a cold chill in those silver eyes.
This is the second most beautiful humanoid creature Amelia has ever seen in her life.