—Respected and great Beloved of God, what are your orders
The thick flattery almost ran out through the pages of the book.
Amelia first got goosebumps from being disgusted, and then immediately noticed someone's probing gaze scanning the pages of the book and her expression back and forth.
She froze all over immediately, and began to deny San Lian: "What are you talking about, the one whom God loves? I can't understand at all."
The expression is innocent and puzzled.
The elf buried in her neck gave a low laugh.
Amelia's scalp was numb from his laughter, she tried her best to hold her expression, and stared at the black book without squinting, "I have something to ask you, I got the materials, where is the magic circle model?"
The girl's tone was gentle, but her eyes were faintly murderous, and they were fixed on the pages of the book.
Heishu shook for a moment, not daring to mess around with BB anymore, quickly drew the model of the magic circle, spread it on the ground obediently, pretending that he was just an ordinary book.
So the tentacle, who had just rested for a short time, was called by the unscrupulous master to draw a magic circle, and the black book was taken away, and 007 worked overtime together.
The dark red magma that covered the ground during the battle gradually receded, leaving behind the burnt black land and a piece of debris.
Looking at the remaining half of the scepter not far away, Amelia suddenly remembered that there were still some things that she hadn't asked. Although she already knew it, the procedures that should be followed still had to be followed.
"What's wrong with the light? Why did you suddenly kidnap me and draw this thing on top of my head." He rubbed his forehead while speaking.
The elf yawned lazily, with drooping eyelids, "You insist on staying, don't you know?"
"Of course I don't know!" You can't say if you know. Amelia said categorically, and asked again: "What about the other person? Dead?"
Elf: "Dead."
Alfonso has said so, that is a real dog.
Amelia couldn't tell what it was like, and looked down at the sun pattern embroidered on the hem of her skirt. It was the symbol of the God of Light, and every believer would embroider this to prove the identity of the handwriting.
The god revered by thousands of people just fell in a place that no one knew about.
She let out a casual "Oh" and lowered her head to think about whether the Divine Cult would respond, whether others would find out, and how to deal with the subsequent chain reaction of this matter. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became, and her brows tightened.
There was an eerie silence in the air for a while.
The dark elf who was lazily crawling on top of her raised her head, stared into her eyes and said, "Are you reluctant?"
"What?" Amelia was interrupted, stunned for a moment, met his eyes, suddenly felt cold all over, and shook her head again and again: "No, look, he is still drawing on my head, I Can you be reluctant?"
Alfonso looked at her for a moment, then turned his gaze away, and returned to his original position to lie down.
Damn, why have more and more propositions been sent recently
Barely coping with this wave, Amelia wiped off her sweat, not daring to look at the elf as if she could see the sight in the bones of a human being. Talking tentacles.
"I went to supervise its work, don't draw me wrong, just lie down by yourself."
Without the soft human flesh cushion, Alfonso slowed down for a while, and stood up from the ground, a few wisps of smoke-colored burnt ash slipped from his white to transparent hair, and the tips of his ears moved, showing a half-smile expression .
Lied to him.
The corners of the elf's thin lips curled up, but his eyes turned cold. He should leave that filthy thing alive, crush it slowly, and let this woman see who is worthy of raising her, lest she continue to worry about it. .
What a small and precious creature we are, so fragile and tiresome and so daring.
Such a special human being, perhaps he will never meet the next one, can be called a rare treasure.
Treasures are only for the strong. The dead and weak should dissipate obediently, and even their memories should be wiped out.
From a distance, the elf's expression is very ghostly. Amelia trembled, and quickly looked back quietly.
Under the flattering guidance of Black Book, Amelia successfully drew a magic circle with the prepared potion and eliminated the curse.
At that moment, she felt a lightness in her body, as if something that had troubled her for a long time was stripped away, she was refreshed and rushed back to the town impatiently.
The street was still empty, and occasionally there were corpses that were not dragged away in time, quietly decomposing and melting at the corner of the street, but if you look carefully, you can see flickering figures in the corner, most of them retain expressions of pain and despair, but because of sudden With the disappearing plague, he looked a little dazed.
The time was still in time, Amelia roughly counted the heads, and silently breathed a sigh of relief.
The church was very lively. As soon as Amelia entered, she saw a mass of believers kneeling in front of the statue of the God of Light. Their expressions became more fanatical, and they muttered something messily in their mouths.
After listening carefully, she realized what they were talking about. They seemed to think that the disappearance of the plague was a reward from the gods, rewarding their perseverance and indestructible will. Even at the critical moment of life and death, they did not give up hope of life.
Amelia: ... I just said it casually, do you really believe it
She happened to have no intention of taking credit, so she sneaked into the crowd in a low-key manner, and together with the crowd, she prayed to the god who had long since fallen.
It wasn't until the early morning light, when the sun shone through the thick clouds, that everyone ended their prayers. Rita's eyes were still red, but the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably, with a sense of relief that a big stone had fallen from her heart.
"Amelia, you're here? You're right. My god is really happy to see that we didn't give up. This must be a test for us, and we all passed it." Rita relaxed Tone, "Scared me to death, I thought..."
In the middle of speaking, Rita quickly stopped talking, and turned to other topics, "Amelia, you have made a great contribution this time, and His Holiness the Pope will be very happy when you go back."
Debra walked over, touched her cheek unconsciously, and glanced at Amelia: "It is indeed a good job. In this respect, I am not as good as you."
Debra's expression was a little gloomy. She had served the gods since she was a child, and she was the oldest saint among the many saints. She never thought that a half-hearted monk could understand the deep meaning of the gods better than her.
It was she who lost, and His Majesty the Pope pointed Amelia as the chief. Perhaps it was not a casual finger, but a discovery of her hidden talent.
Bathed in the admiration and reverence of everyone's eyes, Amelia was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.
Her original purpose seemed to be to make a mistake
Why is it that the position of the chief seems to be more stable after she made a coquettish operation...
Amelia lost control of her expression for a moment.
wait wait wait!
The God of Light has fallen now, and there is no god who will descend on the sacred ceremony that will be held in a month's time. That is to say, there is no need to worry about the identity of the time traveler being seen through.
If you don't get caught, you won't be burned to death as a heretic, so taking the chief position... doesn't seem like a big deal
At most it is to get more wages.
The more she thought about it, the calmer her expression became. As for finding a remote mountain village to live in seclusion, she had long given up fantasizing about it.
Ever since she picked up that dark elf, it's impossible to live in seclusion, hehe.
The hapless elf was watching her.
He bent one leg, and the other long, slender and strong leg hung down naturally, sitting on the pull rod with such a big head, there was no intention of covering it at all, but no one could see him .
Everyone's eyes would naturally move away when they fell near that area, and they would naturally bypass him when passing by. This kind of dodge was not intentional, but unconscious, and I didn't even realize it.
In their eyes, this is an empty space.
When Amelia looked over, she subconsciously rolled her eyes, then turned her head quickly, talking and laughing with her companion, looking very happy.
She didn't notice that the elf crushed the railing in his hand with a blank expression, squeezed the shattered gunpowder in his hand, scattered it, and floated in the air.
Amelia was talking, and suddenly sneezed super loudly.
"Strange, where did the dust come from?" She wiped her nose.
As the sky became brighter, the news that the God of Light had dispelled the plague became more and more widespread. Many residents who were still alive came here with their families and worshiped devoutly.
Among the crowd kneeling on the floor was a little girl less than five years old. She was still young and didn't understand why her parents were so excited. After kneeling on the marble floor for a while, her little face turned pale with pain.
"Here, put this on." The big sister in a beautiful dress smiled gently at her, and handed over a soft cushion.
The little girl took it ignorantly, and before she could use it, she was pushed to the ground by her parents, and she said something like adults calm down and children are ignorant.
She couldn't understand, but felt that her neck was pinned and her back was bent. Tears welled up in her dark eyes, and she glanced at her eldest sister with sobs.
The elder sister opened and closed her lips and said something, but she didn't hear clearly, through the hazy mist, she seemed to see a man behind her.
The black man, tall and big, is like a black mist covering the big sister, not letting her touch anyone, and not letting anyone touch her.
Is it a protector? The little girl pursed her lips and thought for a while, then suddenly thought of the story her mother once told her, everyone has their own guardian god, although they can't see it, they will always protect you to grow up safely and smoothly.
Does the protector look like this? Looks kind of scary duck.
Somewhat curious and envious, she broke free from her mother's hand that was pressing her down, climbed a few steps forward, and reached out to touch the corner of the protector's robe.
Can you show me what my protector looks like
The little girl wanted to ask this sentence, but her outstretched hand found nothing. Her hand passed through the corner of the robe, without touching anything, and fell to the ground with a bang.
Um? The little girl opened her eyes blankly.
"Jasmine, come back quickly!" The haggard middle-aged woman picked up her daughter by the collar, brought her back, and kept apologizing humbly.
"I'm not angry, I'm not angry at all."
Amelia comforted her anxiously: "Really, I didn't lie to you, and I didn't plan to revenge you afterwards."
She talked for a long time before calming down the panicked woman, she let out a tired breath, and said to Alfonso: "Did the little girl see you?"
"You can see it when you see it." Alfonso said casually, holding a few round grapes in his hand, the lavender skin and the honey-colored skin complement each other, and it looks a bit sexy/sexy.
What do you mean by 'you see it when you see it'
Amelia was about to talk about him, her eyes turned on the juicy grapes, she forgot what she was going to say, and licked her dry lips: "Give me one."
The corners of Alfonso's lips curled up, and under her expectant gaze, he squeezed his palm empty, the juice burst and turned into grape juice floating in mid-air, and it was still emitting air-conditioning, which was extremely attractive to watch.
Sweet and sour iced grape juice, I haven't had it for many years, Amelia's eyes are more eager, and her tongue is full of saliva.
Alfonso glanced at her, the grape juice floated in front of her, then accelerated, turned and sent it into... his mouth.
"I'm so lazy, I want to eat and take it myself." The elf smiled viciously.
Amelia:!
Anger value: MAX.
She took a deep breath, without saying a word, she directly grabbed her ears with her hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Are you doing something human?!!"
The holy chief danced in a corner where no one was around, with a grim expression on his face.
Seeing this scene from her mother's shoulder, little girl Jasmine nodded in a sudden realization.
It turned out that she was not mistaken, but that only the eldest sister could touch it.
A god that only one person can touch.
This is the protector.