Unbelievable, the child has learned to be seductive.
This was Amelia's first reaction.
But when she wanted to blush symbolically, but found that Alfonso's eyes were not looking at her at all, but focused on the bundle of blond hair wrapped around her fingertips, she suddenly realized.
Fuck off.
This guy speaks his mind.
He genuinely thought her blond hair looked better than any blond.
Mom, thinking about it this way seems to be more seductive, what should I do
The deer in Amelia's heart was pounding wildly, but she still pretended to be a righteous Yazi, grabbed her hair back, and glared at him: "...I'll let you touch it when I go back."
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Alfonso: "...?" What, hair? What's so nice about hair
The straight male elf slowly made a question mark.
The small vendor quickly packed the jewelry graciously, and handed a large and heavy package to the two of them.
Amelia pointed her fingers and used a levitation spell. The vendor's eyes were even more awed, and she said cautiously: "Miss, our gold ornaments are all handmade by ourselves, and there will be no problems. If there is anything If it is not suitable, you can take it and change it... "
Before he finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly interrupted his words.
Even in a noisy street, the loud noise was extremely ear-piercing. Pedestrians and vendors stopped what they were doing and looked this way.
A dilapidated tent made of wooden sticks and rags collapsed suddenly. Under the layers of sundries, a small figure twitched, rolled weakly, and spit out a few vague sobs.
"Child!" An aunt who sold wild fruits on the street rushed up after a few steps in a daze, hurriedly lifted the rag covering the child, with tears in her eyes, and called his name in a panic: "Little Bell? You What's wrong?"
That immature face was revealed in front of the people, and Amelia clearly heard a 'hiss' sound from the vendor.
On the child's cheeks, large groups of black plaques condensed together, and blue veins protruded. In the center of the black spots, a series of pustules formed densely, oozing red and yellow blood.
too disgusting.
Amelia got goose bumps the first time she saw it.
The immature boy's voice was still screaming in pain hysterically, and the bustling street was eerily quiet. From the eyes of hundreds of people, they were concentrated on those slowly expanding black spots.
"Yes... it's the plague!" Someone yelled in horror.
The explosion woke up the crowd. They woke up like a dream, and ran back in a panic, wanting to stay away from the plague.
The two were mixed in the crowd, and before they had time to react, the turbulent crowd rushed in, like the waves of the sea, pressing towards the back with great force.
Amelia was small now, and was almost stepped on by someone. Suddenly, a force came from her waist, and the elf's slender and powerful arms lay across her waist, hugging the little girl horizontally.
"!"
Amelia was startled by the sudden sense of weightlessness, and then reached out to grab his shoulders, and leaned into the elf's ear and said, "Quick! Find a place where no one is around and put me down, if you keep squeezing like this, something will happen. .”
The small vendor hugged his thin little sister tightly, and was carried away by the crowd involuntarily.
He tried his best to hold his sister tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his veins burst out. Almost all the strength in his body was used to hold his sister's arms, but a sudden sharp pain and a sense of powerlessness still made him let go of his hands involuntarily. .
In the crowded crowd, someone's dagger came out of its sheath, and the sharp blade slashed across the young man's black and thin arm, blood gushed out, and the flesh turned out, revealing a bit of white bone.
The peddler didn't have time to look for that person, and he didn't have time to look at his injuries. He opened his eyes wide and watched his sister fall to the ground, being stepped on by one person, two people, three people...
Those black and white eyes were crying with pain, and the thin arm stretched out towards him, before it could be stretched, it was stepped on the ground by the other foot, making a cracking sound.
"No..." The peddler hoarse, turned his head to look at the younger sister who was getting farther and farther away, and when one foot stepped on the girl's withered cheek, he finally let out a voice from his clogged throat: "No—"
The shrill shouts stopped abruptly.
A light whip that came from nowhere deftly wrapped around the little girl's waist, pulling her out from the endless trampling.
The peddler's face was covered with tears, his eyes were still full of despair, he followed the light whip and looked up in a daze, first at the white skirt, at the slender waist, and finally at the pair of tender and compassionate blue eyes.
The blond girl stood in the air, the breeze blew up her skirt, and the thin and messy little girl fell into her arms, polluting her holy clothes, but she gently lifted the girl's small chin, brushing away the horrible scars.
God loves the world.
For some reason, the peddler suddenly remembered this sentence, if there are gods in the world, it should be like this, right
The situation was urgent, so Amelia treated the little girl's injuries a little, and then randomly found the balcony of a house and put her in.
"You wait here, don't run around, wait for my brother to pick you up, understand?" The little girl was still trembling, with lingering fear, she nodded in a daze.
After setting up the good people, Amelia turned around and went back, looking down at the messy crowd below her feet from the air.
She found the most chaotic and crowded places, and a large amount of magic power gushed out from her slender five fingers. Wherever she passed, people's movements were still, and the invisible film of light protected their deadly parts.
She pointed to her throat again, and made a deafening voice: "Quiet! I am the saint of the Light God Sect, and everyone who listens to me is not allowed to move!"
The most chaotic place was forcibly suppressed by her, and the rest of the people stopped one after another when they heard the voice that overwhelmed all the noise, and the chaotic scene was finally brought under control.
Amelia's tense nerves relaxed a little, and she continued: "Everyone leaves in an orderly manner in the direction I pointed, and those who run around and fight again will be fined ten gold coins!"
Ten gold coins is the income of an average family for several years.
The threat of a fine is really powerful. As soon as Amelia said this, many people immediately calmed down. They would rather die here of the plague than bear a debt of ten gold coins and bring a burden to their families.
The crowd began to leave the market one after another following Amelia's guidance in an orderly manner.
Amelia breathed a sigh of relief, and staggered to the ground. This operation consumed a lot of her magic power.
"Are you here to look for your sister?" She turned pale, and smiled at the timid vendor: "She's over there, on the second floor, go and pick her up."
The small vendor hesitated for a moment, then suddenly bent down and shouted: "Thank you!" He turned around and ran, blending into the crowd.
Amelia froze for a moment, and couldn't help but curved her lips into a smile.
Even though there was such a big commotion, the middle-aged woman holding her child in the central center, which was avoided by everyone, seemed not to hear anything, and called out the child's name in pain: "Little Bell? … Little Bell, you open your eyes and look at your mother..."
Amelia crossed the messy street and walked to her. Just as she was about to squat down to check the child's condition, her eyes blurred, she became dizzy for a moment, and fell down like weightless.
She screamed inwardly, and narrowed her eyes reflexively, waiting for the coming pain. However, there was a force that held her arm and firmly supported her body.
Amelia slowed down for a moment, opened her eyes again, and looked at her arm, only in time to see a ray of dark magic fleeing in a hurry.
"Thank you." She stroked a bump on her chest.
The little elf turned around slightly, his messy heartbeat thumping in his ears. He frowned, and closed his eyes in displeasure.
His human beings are working hard for some irrelevant people again.
"Put him down and stay away." Amelia patted the middle-aged woman on the shoulder, forcing her to put down the weakly breathing little boy in her hand.
The woman was unwilling to let go, but she couldn't resist the magic, her body was forced to back away stiffly, her tearful eyes were persistently looking at her child.
He couldn't survive.
With just one glance, Amelia understood that the child was about to die, and now it was just the last struggle before dying.
Spots of black spots are closely attached to the boy's fair skin, like mold spots that penetrate deep into the wood grain, festering and pus forming in the center, and white maggots writhing and swimming can be faintly seen.
The boy's thin body was bouncing due to the pain, and his eyes had lost their vitality and luster.
"It hurts...it hurts..." He was still crying out in a low voice.
Without hesitation, Amelia closed his eyes and gave him a happy feeling.
"It's a plague, and it smells of dark magic." Amelia turned around and said to Debra and the others who had just arrived, pointing to the middle-aged woman who collapsed and cried on the ground: "It's very contagious, Take her too."
There were already glaring dark spots printed on the woman's hands, neck, and cheeks, and they spread at a terrifying speed.
"Are you alright?" Rita strode forward, commanding the knight to carry the child's body away from the ground, and said angrily, "Why are you so close? What if the infection gets to you?"
Amelia smiled: "Have you forgotten? We are blessed by the gods, and the filth will not stain our bodies, and we will not be infected."
Debra let out a loud sneer.
Rita glared at her angrily, and muttered, "Well, didn't I forget it for a while..."
Amelia stared at the middle-aged woman who was forcibly taken away by the knight. The dark spot on the skin on the side of her face became more and more glaring in the sun. The more she looked at it, the more familiar it became. Where did she see it
She pinched her fingers and thought for a moment.
I didn't remember until I saw Rita.
In the last town, she and Rita discovered the rat corpses piled up in the garbage dump. Among the people who were in charge of cleaning up at that time, there was a strange young man who seemed to have a black spot on the back of his neck!
Thinking of this, Amelia felt a chill in her heart.
This means that the plague may have begun to spread long ago, not only in one city, but in a large area.
Perhaps in the city, not only this little boy was infected with the plague.
She raised her head and looked at the people who left in a panic. The chill in her heart spread and quickly climbed to her whole body, making her feel terrified.
Under the blessing of magic, the people sent by God's sect to check the surrounding towns soon returned. Sure enough, there was a kind of plague that came from nowhere and spread everywhere. The most serious thing was that the city they had just left had become the dead city.
It is said that the streets are full of corpses, and in just one day, the plague is like pressing the accelerator button, quickly devouring a whole city of people.
"This is a plague controlled by someone." At the meeting, Debra looked solemn and clasped her fingers tightly. "It's coming for us."
"I don't think so." A middle-aged man in the first seat shook his head. He is the bishop here with a gentle personality and is quite popular with the people.
"To be able to cast such a large-scale plague technique, this person must not be simple. If you have this skill to cast a plague, why didn't you stop and kill you halfway?"
The bishop clicked on the map and said firmly: "We still need to find the real source of the plague."
Amelia: "Go and ask the first person to see who he has been in contact with recently."
A group of people came to a specially separated treatment center, and a large number of people lay dying on the bed, exuding a rotten smell.
The spread of the plague was astounding. Over the course of the night, many sick people appeared one after another. The howls of pain resounded many times in the middle of the night. The residents were panicked and did not dare to go out. Even the streets were much deserted. .
"My lords." The person in charge brought them to the bedside of the middle-aged woman, pointed to her arm and reported: "We have tried many times, and the healing magic has very little effect on this plague, and can only sustain their lives. , hardly works."
The middle-aged woman who was still alive and crying yesterday while hugging her son was now crying in pain, with a frenzied expression, and her limbs were tied to the bed with ropes to prevent her from going crazy and hurting herself.
"Where is the potion, is it useless?" Amelia asked.
The person in charge looked heavy, and slowly shook his head: "So far, we haven't found a particularly effective medicine. We have no choice but to hang their lives. I'm afraid..."
He didn't finish, but everyone knew what he meant.
The air is thick like a thick black swamp, making it difficult to breathe in it.
Amelia bit her lip, couldn't bear to look any further, and turned her gaze out of the window.
How lucky and honored to be a part of the cult.
Although it is a bit selfish to think like this, seeing the hell-like scene inside the house and the panic-stricken ordinary people outside the window, many people have such thoughts.
It is precisely because of the existence of the God of Light that they were able to survive such a terrible plague, and they did not need to worry that one day they would fall on the bed in pain, so painful that they could not live or die.
The God of Light is indeed the greatest god in the world.
The bishop took out the scriptures, looked at the woman on the bed with compassion, and casually said: "Let her be relieved, and get peace from endless pain."
"As for the others."
The bishop looked at the others in the room, and wrote lightly: "All those infected with the plague will be killed on the spot without treatment."
Back at the hotel, Amelia was exhausted and was thinking about taking a shower before going to bed, when she opened the door and bumped into the white/elf who was quietly guarding the door.
"...?" She froze for a moment, "Did you eat?"
Bai/Elf nodded quietly.
Amelia said tentatively: "Then go back to your room first? They should have allocated a room for you."
Bai/Elf obediently stood up and walked out.
A faint fragrance passed by, and Amelia was about to turn around and close the door, when a palm suddenly pressed her shoulder, and the ghost came over and sniffed her neck lightly.
Amelia:! !
He got very close, his breath sprayed on the sensitive skin, with a warm body temperature, covering all the girl's senses at close range.
He even rubbed the skin around her neck with a cold jade-like finger.
Amelia shuddered, and before she could slap his hand away, a tentacle shot out quickly, snapping off that handsome wrist.
"—click."
Bai/Elf withdrew his hand, supported the limp and drooping wrist, his face remained unchanged, as if the broken hand was a wooden hand, and his voice was soft and weak: "The smell on your body is a bit strange."
Strange? The first thing Amelia thought was the smell of sweat, she was a little embarrassed, but then she realized that she might have smelled a bit of the rotten smell of the plague. She patted her neck, "It's the smell of someone else's body, not mine."
Bai/Elf lowered his eyelashes, nodded, slightly hooked the corners of his lips as if relieved, and walked out of the room quietly.
With a 'click', the door lock closed.
Amelia released the hand pinching the elf's face, let him go, met his fierce and cannibalistic eyes, and said helplessly: "You know how I explained to others when you made the room like that last time Is it? If you want to hit him, find a place where no one is around, okay?"
The elf's face sank like water: "Then I'll kill him now."
While rummaging through the clothes in the closet, Amelia said without raising her head, "Okay, okay, you're amazing, I'm going to take a shower, you just stay here and don't peek."
Ignoring the elf's suddenly weird gaze, she pushed open the bathroom door, put in the water, and took a comfortable bath.
Rose petals float in the hot water, soaking in a fragrant scent, and the jade-made bathtub reflects transparent light.
That's the nature of this world.
Amelia flicked the water, thinking aimlessly, the civilians have worked so hard to create a better living environment for the nobles, and the nobles treat the lives of the pariahs as disposable things, throwing a pile and a pile , can be regenerated at any time, no need to care.
Amelia sometimes reminds herself not to be addicted, but more often than not, she will indeed be corrupted by such a luxurious life, and gradually forget the sufferings she suffered as an orphan when she was born at the bottom of society.
There is also the empathy of being a modern person, which has gradually been erased by more than ten years of life.
Thinking of that frenzied proposal, Amelia couldn't help but her eyes darkened, her fingers holding the water ladle turned white, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The sound of water gradually subsided, Amelia wiped her body and changed into clean clothes. When her fingers brushed over her smooth back, she suddenly felt a hard bump.
It's round and hurts a bit when pressed hard.
Her heart skipped a beat, and a water mirror condensed. She brushed her wet blond hair to her chest, turned her head, and looked at herself in the mirror.
The girl's soft figure was full of moisture, her plump breasts, slender waist, and the delicate butterfly bones on her back trembled under the thin skin.
However, on the girl's round shoulders, there is a conspicuous black spot, which trembles and trembles as she breathes more and more violently, like an ugly leech sticking to her body, greedily sucking her flesh vitality.
Amelia's pupils shrank.
A flash of lightning suddenly fell from the sky, and the raindrops fell like a torrent, hitting the ground and making loud noises.
In the sound of the huge rain, Amelia heard the sound of someone crying at the top of their lungs.
"God! Have you abandoned us!?"