"Wow, this skin is whiter than snow."
"It looks too good-looking!"
"Should we pool our money to buy it and use it later?..."
Among countless pairs of curious/desire/hate gazes, Bai/Jing/Ling keenly caught Amelia's sight and looked straight at her.
Under the noon sun, his whole body was glowing white, even his slender eyelashes were white, like cold jade on a high mountain, unattainable yet yearningly beautiful.
Seeing her, Bai/Jing/Ling seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and his cold silver eyes swayed slightly, revealing a faint smile.
He is laughing.
Just like the melting of ice and snow, spring water overflows.
Amelia's face was a little hot, and her heartbeat thumped in amazement.
How could there be such a big gap between elves and elves, she sighed, recalling her fierce elf who made people want to call for help at first sight.
If Alfonso stayed in the cage instead, no one would dare to gather around and bid.
Even if he was shackled in an iron cage, he seemed to be sitting on a throne, looking down on everyone.
"How do you like it?"
Rita just glanced at it casually, seeing Amelia staring at it, suggested: "Then buy it, anyway, you can fit it in your palace."
Amelia shook her head violently.
Dare not dare.
There is a vicious dog at home, bring another one back, the vicious dog will bite people.
The blond girl in the religious costume withdrew her gaze from staring at him, turned her head and said something to her companion, the two looked at each other and smiled, and left the area arm in arm.
The golden figure was getting further and further away, submerged in the crowd until it was invisible.
Bai/Jing/Ling in the iron cage silently withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.
Maybe there are foreign merchants pouring in, the city is much busier than usual today, the street is full of hawking, and the flow of people is like weaving.
Amelia and Rita shuttled through the crowd. Their unusually conspicuous golden skirts made everyone stay away from them. Even in a market where people trampled people, they forcibly gave way to a wide path.
All eyes are on them.
From being at a loss at the beginning to being calm now, Amelia has long been used to being looked at like this. She passed by a small stall, picked up a lifelike statue of a kitten, and showed it to Rita with a smile.
Rita looked serious: "Do you think the taste is a bit strange?"
Amelia froze for a moment, sniffed, and imitated her to sniff the air.
The smell is very stinky. The common people do not have the conditions to take a bath frequently. When there are too many people, there will be a smell of sweat, accompanied by the smell of domestic garbage and waste water. The smell is nasty, every day.
But the taste is a little different today.
Amelia discerned for a long time, then hesitated: "It seems that something is rotten?"
The two followed the smell, and found a small group of rotting dead mice in a garbage dump on the corner of the street, piled up in a small pile, and the number was estimated to be hundreds.
"What's going on, who did it?" Amelia said in a low voice, holding her nose.
The dark street corners were covered with maggots, and the pus dripped down, yellow and green. There are flies flying in the air, and carrion eagles are waiting for the food.
This is an excellent breeding ground for evil spirits.
Rita frowned unhappily. The Divine Cult has repeatedly stated that it does not allow a large number of corpses to gather in the city. However, there are still some people who are disobedient and do not follow orders seriously.
She turned around and ordered someone from the crowd: "You, come here."
An obese middle-aged man emerged from the crowd as he said. He was dressed in fancy clothes, with a fat face and a fat body. He looked like a person who was used to being pampered.
This is the magistrate here. He has been following the two saints at a distance, in case some untouchables disturb the adults and make them unhappy. I didn't expect the noble saints to run to this corner In the moment, he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
His face was pale and trembling: "My lord, there have been a lot of people rushing in recently. We don't have enough manpower, so we really can't handle it."
Rita glared at him impatiently: "You have time to quibble here, hurry up and pack these things for me!"
"Yes Yes!"
The magistrate waved his hand back, called several young and strong men over, and timidly cleaned up the pile of rotting rat corpses.
"There are other places to take a closer look at. We have stated many times that it is absolutely not allowed to pile up in one place in the city. A similar situation will happen next time..." Rita scolded people over there.
Amelia supervised Zhuang Labor to clean up the garbage, covered his nose, and cast protective magic on them to prevent any infectious disease from getting on them.
A young and strong guy passed by this astonishingly beautiful noble girl, he lowered his head shyly and inferiorly, his tanned face was flushed, and he didn't dare to look directly into her eyes.
Amelia couldn't help but look at him more.
When she looked over, the young man was turning his face sideways. From the back of his neck half-covered by his collar, a dark spot was exposed, which was the size of a child's fist.
Is it a birthmark? Amelia didn't care, and raised her hand to cover him with a protective film.
After a while, the rat corpse was cleaned up, and Rita came over with the trained sheriff, complaining to Amelia: "It's rare to come out, and you have to stay in such a smelly place for so long, Really annoying."
The magistrate smiled sheepishly, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe off his sweat, nodded and bowed and sent off the two saintesses.
"Master, I've gone far away, get up quickly." The valet whispered.
The magistrate finally straightened his bent back, kicked the footman, and cursed: "Didn't you see my back hurts? Come here and give me a hammer."
The male servant was kicked by him and fell down. Before he had time to slap the dust off his body, he quickly got up and pressed his back, and asked cautiously, "Master, what should we do? It won't affect the future of the master, right?"
"Can I hope your master will be well!"
The magistrate glared at the male servant, rubbed his head irritably, hesitated for a moment, took out the heavy money bag from his arms, and said in pain: "Go, go to the slave owner who came today, take that white/fine / Ling bought it for me, tidied it up, and sent it to the church, saying it was a gift of apology for the saint.”
The male servant took the money bag: "Which adult should I give it to?"
"The more beautiful one, I remember her name is... Amelia." The sheriff rubbed his fingers and scratched his itchy elbow: "The remaining one, take the gem statue that I have treasured for many years Send it over."
"Whether you can keep my position, master, depends on this time. You have to fight for me and handle it well, do you understand?" the magistrate sighed.
"Yes! I will definitely not disappoint you!" The servant nodded heavily.
Do it well
The male servant thought of the lover that the master kept outside, she was enchanting and alluring, and he loved wearing an extremely alluring white gauze to curry favor with the master. The master also likes it very much, and laughs happily every time.
He then thought of the elf with astonishing appearance, and the tattered coarse clothes on his body.
Servant: Good! I understand!
On the other side, Amelia returned to the church, took a shower first, changed into clean clothes, and discussed the return route with others for a while.
Debra looked worried: "The Pope sent a message just now, telling us to go back quickly. I don't know what happened, but His Majesty is so anxious."
Amelia suddenly remembered the shock when she was fighting with the skinny witch, hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice: "Do you feel that our magic seems to have... weakened recently."
There was a moment of silence in the room.
Everyone exchanged glances with worried and uneasy expressions. They obviously felt the same way, but they didn't dare to say it until Amelia was the first to bring it up.
"How could it be? It's impossible." Rita exclaimed, clenched her fingers, and looked at Amelia in bewilderment
"Okay!" Debra slapped the table and stopped the discussion: "This matter should not be brought up publicly, and it should not be said in private, so as not to cause panic among the public, understand?"
Everyone responded sparsely.
After coming out of the conference hall, Amelia made a special detour to the church hall. The statue of the God of Light was still standing on the stone steps, and his whole body was shrouded in a holy halo. Mortals could not see his appearance clearly, but could only feel a An involuntary force of deterrence pressed them to their knees.
The magic power of all believers in the divine religion comes from the God of Light. He is the source of the power of the Light School and the beginning of power.
Now there is a problem with everyone's magic power. Does this mean that there is a problem with the God of Light
There were quite a few people who thought the same as Amelia. Everyone stood silently in front of the hall, staring at the blurred face of the god, with worries on their faces, and no one spoke.
Amelia is more worried than others. She can be sure that the God of Light must have encountered some kind of ominous change. He may even lose the power of the lower realm.
Otherwise, the necromancer trampled on the head of the god and blasphemed wantonly. Why didn't the all-knowing and omnipotent God of Light come down and bestow divine punishment
Because he couldn't.
The sky gradually darkened, and the room was dark. A few figures stood under the statue, bowing their heads in prayer, unwilling to leave for a long time.
Amelia felt cold in her heart, and looked back at the heavy clouds in the sky.
The sun set, only a trace of halo remained in the world, and a cold wind blew up on the ground, rolling up the withered and withered leaves.
Full of wind and rain.
In the middle of the night, the sky was full of shining stars, Amelia yawned and pushed open the door, calling out lazily, "I'm back."
No one responded.
She switched on the magic lamp with a snap, and was dumbfounded by what she saw.
In the originally luxurious and noble bedroom, there is an extremely fragrant/colorful iron cage, and a quiet male elf sits inside. He is not wearing any clothes, but only a thin gauze, which is the same as if he was not wearing it. The scenery is unobstructed.
There was a small package on his lap, the inside was bulging, revealing a shiny black leather whip handle, obviously not a pure weapon.
A note was also attached to the package.
Amelia squinted her eyes and used her excellent eyesight to see what was written on it.
"Honorable Lady Amelia:
I heard that you love this light/spirit/spirit very much. The villain did something wrong. Fortunately, the saint is willing to help. The villain is very grateful, and I will send the light/spirit/spirit. Have fun, have fun!
PS: The props in the package are the latest products, safe and clean, please feel free to use them!
— (Name of Sheriff) Sincerely. "
The deep male voice read the words on the note, and hummed with a half-smile.
Amelia turned her head slowly.
With a sound of "snap!", the dark-skinned elf put one hand on the door, and ruthlessly closed the door, as if cutting off her way of escape.
"I heard that you like light/elves/spirits?"
Just this word, severely accentuated the pronunciation.