"Are you awake?" Amelia waved her hand in front of his eyes, "How do you feel? Can you talk?"
Taking a closer look, Amelia realized that the elf looked really good. Although the small face has not opened yet, but the eyebrows and eyes have begun to look serious.
Especially those eyes with their own eyeliner, the eyelashes are as long as crow's feathers, with a strange light, which is fascinating.
As expected of an elf who has always been known for her beauty.
It was the first time for Amelia to see such a good-looking child, and it was hard to imagine how stunning he would be when he grew up.
The elf's eyelashes trembled slightly, and when her empty eyes fell on her, they slowly focused, and she tilted her head, showing a little puzzled expression.
A little cute.
Resisting the urge to touch his hair, Amelia lowered her voice and asked softly, "What's your name? Where do you come from?"
The elf paused, as if struggling to remember.
After a while, he shook his head slowly.
"?What's the meaning?"
Amelia had a bad premonition, and after questioning the quiet and dull elf for a long time, she finally figured out what was going on.
This elf, he actually lost his memory! !
Amelia has mixed feelings. I felt pity for the child's pitiful experience, and I was upset that it would be more difficult to get rid of this trouble. I had mixed feelings for a while, and I didn't know what to say.
The little elf didn't speak all the time, and quietly let her fiddle with it, applying medicine and bandages. Even if she accidentally stabbed the wound, she just trembled silently, her pale hair wet with sweat.
The thin little elf hung his head, silently bearing everything.
Amelia was trembling at his obedient behavior for a moment.
She casually squeezed a cleansing magic to clean his dirty clothes and face.
Then, obeying his own will, he rubbed the soft white hair: "You can live here with peace of mind, other things... ah!"
Amelia screamed, retracted the back of her hand that was patted red, and looked at the elf in surprise.
As if some mechanism was touched, the dark elf narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were still dazed, but he revealed a somewhat cold and murderous look that was completely different from before:
"Bright..."
"...It stinks, I'll kill you...."
The little dark elf glared fiercely at Amelia with a completely different indifference and murderous intent from before. He turned over with difficulty, and forced himself to sit up regardless of the bloody wound on his body.
It's a pity that he lost a lot of blood and lost strength all over his body. He struggled for a long time and didn't get up. Instead, he untied the bandages that Amelia had managed to tie neatly.
"Don't move, you're hurt!"
Seeing the little elf struggling stubbornly on the bed, Amelia didn't care about the back of her hand that was slapped red, and pressed her on her back on the bed, sternly yelling:
"What's the matter with you? Suddenly hit someone!"
It may be that Amelia's tone and actions were too strong, which made the little dark elf feel uneasy, and he became even more angry.
"open!"
The little elf stumbled a bit when speaking, but he became proficient at an extremely fast speed, and his tone of voice was no longer weird.
Those dazed eyes lit up like two clusters of small flames, staring at her angrily, struggling non-stop, as if they were about to pounce on her and bite her fiercely.
"I told you not to move, can't you hear me?"
In a fit of anger, Amelia tied the man firmly with a bandage.
The elf looked thin and small, but he was very strong. Amelia almost failed to suppress him, and it took a long time to tie him up.
She took a breath, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, and said, "What's the matter with you? You've got rabies? Why don't you listen to people's words! I'm saving you, not hurting you!"
This series of reprimands made the little dark elf a little confused, but then his eyes became fierce again, and he stared at her, full of disgust and resentment.
After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Bright... lackey! Disgusting."
Amelia was taken aback.
Oh yes, she almost forgot.
This is a dark elf, not a real human child. It is not so harmless, and it has a deep hatred for the Light God Sect.
She had just used magic, and some light particles might have escaped, which happened to make it aware.
But Amelia thought about it, and felt something was wrong, she turned the elf's tender face, leaned closer and asked, "Don't you remember nothing?"
The girl's shallow breath was close at hand, the elf's eyes turned fierce, and his blood-losing palm turned into a claw, and he swung towards her violently.
The sharp nails flashed across the girl's tender skin, but fortunately Amelia dodged quickly, leaving only a faint red mark.
Amelia took a few steps back to distance herself.
From a distance, the little elf who was tied to the bed covered in bruises and kept grinning at her, really looked like a wild dog that had just been beaten by its owner and was bruised and bruised. near.
Amelia crossed her hips and wanted to beat him up angrily: "Look at the bandages on your body, I bandaged them for you. You ungrateful little white-eyed wolf, I saved you for nothing!"
Following the direction of her fingers, the elf glanced at the bandages on her body.
There was dirt and blood all over his body, making a mess on his dark skin, making him look dirty. And the white bandage wrapped around it, the contrast is so sharp, like small white flowers swaying and blooming in the swamp.
Just like this woman in front of me.
The elf tilted his head dully.
He really doesn't remember anything, he doesn't know where he came from, and he doesn't know his past. Everything in the world is unknown to him.
But even the remaining trace of instinct can make him disgusted with everything related to light, wishing to annihilate and destroy them all.
If he could move, he would directly crush this woman and throw her into the bottomless abyss.
The slightly touched eyes of the little dark elf became ferocious again. He didn't struggle, but stared at her fiercely with those blood-like eyes.
Like a little vicious dog unwilling to give in, silently remembering her appearance, thinking about when to bite her back for revenge.
Amelia didn't find the child cute at all now.
This is a nasty little devil!
There was silence in the basement.
The little elf was lying upright, her whole body was wrapped in bandages, and she stared at her with fierce and cold eyes that refused to give up.
The soft white hair is messy on his face. If he can cover those terrible eyes, he is actually a very cute boy.
Amelia packed her things, didn't say anything, and didn't untie the elf, turned around and left the basement.
She didn't want to put her hot face on other people's cold asses, and she didn't want to lose her temper with such a young child, so she simply ignored it and let him stay alone.
Before leaving, Amelia deliberately closed the basement door.
After all, this is the core area of the Light God Sect. Although generally no one would enter her palace, it was still a precautionary measure. If someone finds out, not only will the elf die, but she will also end badly.
Thinking of this, Amelia began to regret her impulsiveness for causing such a big trouble.
Her own trouble has not been solved, and now she has taken the initiative to find another trouble.
Maybe in a few days, Debra will reveal her secret, and she will be dragged out and hanged like the elf in the basement.
Amelia sighed heavily.
After all this tossing, the sun had already begun to set. In the afternoon, Amelia still had a class in a while, so she was not in the mood to eat, so she simply packed up and went straight to class.
The class was held in the chapel, some distance away from the palace. Amelia walked uncomfortably, and the cool wind blew past her with the scent of flowers.
The flowers on the side of the road are blooming, and clusters of bright blooms have formed a sea of flowers. When the breeze blows, the petals flutter in the sky, which is too beautiful to behold.
Amelia stopped and looked at it for a while, the depression in her heart was greatly relieved by the beautiful scenery, and she walked through the sea of flowers with some smiles.
However, within a few steps, the pungent smell of blood in the air suddenly entered her nostrils.
She stopped abruptly.
On the way she must pass, there is a middle-aged male bishop, who is persistent with the whip, and is beating a bloody mass on the rack. The blood and flesh are flying in the air with his movements, and fall all over the ground.
"Hey, Saint Amelia." The bishop greeted her.
Amelia held her breath, adjusted her expression, and stepped onto the pool of blood as calmly as possible: "Master Bishop, is this...?"
She quickly glanced at the thing: "Isn't this a hundred-eyed monster? Why is the bishop interested in purifying this low-level monster that never hurts people?"
The bishop smiled, and said naturally: "Oh, I haven't done it for a long time, and the hand is raw, so don't you use it for practice."
While speaking, he waved to Amelia and said with a smile, "Would you like to try it? The skill of purifying monsters is also an important consideration."
The bishops all came from the saints, seeing them is like seeing themselves, especially the outstanding saints, maybe they can be colleagues in the future.
The bishop gave her a very kind look, and warmly invited her to come over, and wanted to teach her some exam skills.
The 100-eyed monster who was dying and struggling on the side groaned in pain, and the kind elder whose hands were still stained with blood gently taught the younger generation.
This black and white scene is spliced together, as if heaven has been forcibly merged into hell, and the abyss of filth is hidden under the purity.
It's disgusting.
Amelia couldn't take it anymore.
She managed to maintain her expression, and declined with a smile: "Master Bishop, I just took office today, and I still have some tasks to do. Why don't I come to see His Excellency again in a few days?"
The bishop didn't force her to stay, and before leaving, he stuffed a piece of delicate candy he brought back from other places, and winked at her narrowly: "Eat it secretly, don't let others find out."
Amelia clutched the candy, smiled at him, and hurried across the intersection.
These lunatics!
She kept taking deep breaths, suppressing the nausea in her throat.
In fact, this kind of scene is not bad. Although the hundred-eyed monster is docile like a rabbit, it is ugly after all, and its impact is not that great.
What really broke her heart and made her think of leaving was the burning of witches
Those lively young girls were tied to a wooden frame and burned, screaming hysterically and in pain, and the scorched smell of burning flesh lingered in everyone's nostrils.
Everyone except her looked ecstatically delighted, and Amelia thought they were all crazy at the time.
These little girls, just because they don't like to go to church, are regarded as messengers of the devil and evil witches. No matter how they justify themselves, they are burned to death cruelly, and their bodies are not even clean after death.
Too stupid for Amelia to approve of this behavior.
But she didn't dare to object, she was afraid of death, she just wanted to hide in a sparsely populated place and live a peaceful life. It's best to stay away from these lunatics, the farther the better.
There is only one year left until the final graduation assignment. As long as you survive this last year and be a mediocre and inconspicuous saint during this period, you will be free in the future.
And in this year, all those who try to stop her are enemies.