Regarding the matter of the chief, we should start from a month ago.
The chief is elected every year, and the saints elect the best leader by themselves. Usually, they are rotated among the few with the best achievements, and they are rarely re-elected.
Because the chief does not involve any particularly great benefits, at most it is more contact with the high-level, so everyone is also very polite, polite elections, and polite votes.
— until the news of holding the Holy Ceremony came.
In the Holy Ceremony held once every thousand years, the God of Light will descend, and the chief saint will be allowed to have a close contact with the God of Light. If you are lucky, you may even have a few words.
Which devout believer would not be moved by such an opportunity
Anyway, all the saints except Amelia were moved.
So a dispute started, everyone tripped each other, you pull me, I pull you, each other can't see each other's life.
Among the hundred saints, the best are Debra and Rita, and they are also the most likely to become chiefs this year.
Debra heard from somewhere that there was a saint who was born as an orphan, but she was actually the illegitimate daughter of a nobleman, her mother was a prostitute, and she became a saint only through money transactions.
There are quite a few saintesses born as orphans. Debra searched around and locked the suspects on Amelia and Rita. It wasn't until the birth certificate was obtained in the past few days that she confirmed that Rita was the illegitimate daughter.
Amelia knew nothing about all this. She had always stayed away from the crowd and had little contact with others. Even the news of the Holy Ceremony was only recently known.
She only knows one thing now.
His Majesty the Pope is angry, and he is angry!
The pressure in the air was so heavy that no one could lift their heads up, and the cold sweat was dripping down, and they were terrified.
The Pope's hooked eyes swept over Debra and Rita respectively, and his voice was as cold and majestic as the snow on the iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years:
"Debra, Rita, you two are the most outstanding saints this year, why don't you understand any rules, and openly quarrel in the church, are you teaching for nothing all these years?"
Debra, who was the first to be questioned by the Pope, trembled, her eyes turned red, her lips were tightly pursed, and she lowered her head in shame.
Even Debra, who has always been the most favored by the Pope, was scolded, and the others dared not speak.
Rita bent her back in despair, sobbing silently. She knew that after His Majesty the Pope learned of this, he would definitely not let her stay.
For a moment no one dared to speak in the chapel.
Amelia sneaked into the back row, obediently buried her head, not daring to speak.
After a while, the Pope finally spoke. His voice was cold, as if it contained countless disappointments and dissatisfaction: "You are not worthy to be the chief saint."
This is not only for Rita, but also for Debra.
In order to be the chief, she did everything possible to pull others down, and she didn't have any sympathy for her companions in her heart. All that remained in her heart was ugly greed.
She was no longer clean and flawless, stained with dirty black.
There are other saints. During this month, the pope has actually been observing the behavior of the people and silently evaluating their virtues. He wants to find the most pure and spotless saint.
Only such a pure and white soul can be loved by the God of Light.
Yet all disappointed the Pope.
Except for one person.
The pope's eyes were still full of anger, and he walked straight towards the crowd.
The crowd divided like Moses divided the sea.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty hall, and the corners of white clothes embroidered with complicated gold patterns slipped past everyone, like a coronation carpet, and finally stopped in front of the last girl in the crowd.
"Saint Amelia."
The pope's voice softened.
Amelia:
The others looked over in surprise.
The Pope looked at the delicate and lovely girl in front of him, feeling a lot in his heart.
In the past, he paid little attention to this holy woman with mediocre grades and not very outstanding personality. He never thought that she would be the purest of all saints.
When the other saints were dazzled by power and interests, they argued and quarreled like devils, trying to defile the holy gods with these disgusting and dirty things.
Only Amelia, who is so pious and pure, goes to church to pray every day, rain or shine, and nothing irrelevant can enter her sight except the gods she serves.
Amelia, she is a true saint.
The pope sighed secretly while admiring him. He still can't practice at home, and he would ignore such a pure and pious heart because of foreign objects.
After realizing this, he went to the god statue in the sanctuary to confess himself for a day and a night, until the trembling in his heart subsided, and he had time to stop the saints from continuing to make mistakes.
Now is the time for the true saint to take her rightful place.
The pope looked soft, and stretched out his hand to help the frail saint.
Under everyone's shocked and disbelieving eyes, the pope bent down meekly and touched the girl's forehead with a scepter symbolizing supremacy, bestowing power, status and glory on her.
"The chief position belongs to you."
"Amelia."
Amelia has only one feeling now.
That means she's about to die.
If you really go to the holy scriptures and see the living God of Light, the gods will look at her, hehe, she is still a time traveler, and they will clean her up without any hassle.
What can she do then? Should she fight back or turn around and run away
The difference between these two choices may be the difference in the way of death.
Amelia closed her eyes in despair.
At this moment, she was wearing a small holy crown on her head, symbolizing her supreme status, and holding a half-meter-long white scepter in her hand, emitting a shining white light in mid-air.
This is the exclusive equipment of the chief saint.
It was put on by His Majesty the Pope himself.
His Holiness looked lenient, adjusted the crown for her, and then announced to everyone that Amelia was the chief saint of this year.
The surrounding saints bowed and called out in unison: "Congratulations, Chief!"
Amid the envious and envious eyes of the crowd, Amelia smiled "ecstatically and politely" and thanked the Pope.
From a distance, the blond girl surrounded by the crowd, she is incomparably luxurious, pure and clear, exuding brilliance in the interlacing of light and shadow.
As if being stabbed by this holy light, Debra in the crowd closed her eyes deeply, holding back the tears that spewed out, and her lips were bitten with blood.
"Debra, don't be too sad."
The saint on the side said with envy and consolation: "The Pope still likes you the most. He was just too angry that day and just pointed at someone casually. No matter from which aspect, Amelia is far worse than you." , how could it be possible to really choose her to go to the holy scriptures."
"She's just a test for you by His Majesty the Pope."
Although the saint said this, although she was a little bit angry with Debra, it was also what she really thought.
In fact, not only her, everyone thought so.
Debra has lived in the Illuminati Sect since she was a child, and she was almost raised under the Pope's crown. She has always been the favorite, so how could she embarrass her for an unknown saint.
Even if she made a little mistake, it was a small and harmless mistake. Everyone made it, so what's the big deal, she wouldn't really give up on her.
I just wanted to take this opportunity to wake her up. In the end, she must be the one who presides over the Millennium Canon.
Debra's eyes were still lowered, her straight lips were loosened a little, she didn't know how much she listened to these words.
The ceremony lasted for a long time, and Amelia was not able to escape until the sun went down.
Coming out of the church, she walked listlessly on the way, just in time to meet the familiar knight commander again.
The knight commander did not put on the helmet that concealed his face today, but showed a resolute and handsome face, and knelt down on one knee to her: "My lord."
Amelia just suffered the biggest shock in her life today. She was in a bad mood, but she couldn't let others see it. She frowned a little irritably and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come in?"
The captain of the patrol team is only responsible for patrolling the outside world, and is not allowed to enter without a special permit.
The knight commander stood up and replied, "It was the massacre last time. The subordinates have found some clues and are going to report to the Archbishop."
last time
Amelia was stunned for a moment, remembering the case that led her to pick up the elf, she became a little interested: "What did you find? Tell me."
"The subordinate followed the breath and traced it all the way, and found the nearby Oya Street, and then the breath disappeared."
Oya Street.
Amelia felt that the name was a little familiar.
But she didn't think deeply, and nodded, "Okay, you go, don't make the archbishop wait."
When the Knight Commander was far away, Amelia walked a few steps along the path, and suddenly remembered where she had heard this name before.
Oya Street is where she met the Dark Elf!
It can't be such a coincidence... .
Amelia felt a sense of foreboding.
Maybe, when she took the dark elf away, there was a person hiding in the corner and peeping. He saw everything clearly, including a saint who saved the dark creature she was supposed to kill.
If a cunning and treacherous dark mage knew about such a shocking thing... Amelia's hands and feet would feel cold.
No, not right.
Amelia's heart was beating fast like a drum, and she was circling around in circles, trying to calm herself down.
Although she doesn't like to study, she still has some magical powers. It's impossible for her not to notice such a big dark mage hiding aside.
It's also possible that she didn't bump into the dark mage at all, she just happened to catch up with the empty gap in the alley.
Yes, it should be like this.
Barely finding a reasonable explanation, Amelia didn't delay any longer and hurried home.
She should ask the dark elf who has been unconscious in that alley to confirm the seriousness of the matter.
If someone was really watching at that time, she should have prepared earlier.
The basement was still dark, except for a magic candlestick that would never go out, tremblingly lit in the center of the table.
The little elf curled up into a ball, closed her eyes, and her slender eyelashes trembled slightly under the candlelight.
Amelia sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his injuries.
The healing ability of magical creatures exceeds that of ordinary people. In just a few hours, those hideous wounds began to scab and heal slowly.
Amelia stretched out her hand, and just as her fingertips touched the bandage, the elf's quiet body suddenly moved.
"Don't touch me!" The little elf suddenly turned over, his originally quiet and lovely face turned fierce, revealing some vicious and fierce aura.
It may be that he has recovered from the state of blood loss, he is more fierce than before, and his expression is more agile.
It is also more like a little vicious dog that can bite people, baring its teeth ferociously, trying to scare off the enemy with its cute appearance.
Amelia suppressed the troubled emotions in her heart, and inexplicably smiled a little. She coughed and deliberately annoyed him: "Who wants to touch you? I'm here to ask you a few things, and leave after asking, one second The clock does not delay."
As she spoke, she stood up from the bed and sat on the table and chair opposite.
After opening the distance, the elf's body relaxed a little, and it was no longer so tense.
He barely propped himself up, leaned against the wall, and looked at her vigilantly with blood-colored eyes.
"Do you still remember how you fainted in that alley?"
"Did anyone pass you by?"
"Did anyone run down that alley?"
She asked three sentences in a row, but the little dark elf still looked like he couldn't get in, his light-colored lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't say anything.
Amelia felt that every time she spoke to the elf, she took years off her life.
Be angry.
She took a breath and said patiently: "This is a serious matter. It's related to your past. Don't you want to know about your parents and family?"
The elf's fingers trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes.
Think, he wants to know his past too much.
The small and dark basement and the sinister woman with evil intentions, this is the whole world he has faced since he woke up.
Other than that, everything is blank.
The dark elf was flustered and uneasy, he didn't know how to deal with these ignorance and blankness, he could have asked the woman in front of him, but his natural intuition always warned him not to relax his guard against anyone, so he still couldn't relax rest.
During the time when Amelia left, the elf kept his eyes open. Even though the drowsiness caused by excessive blood loss made him feel as if he would fall asleep in the next second, he gritted his teeth and did not close them. Eye.
At this moment, his eyes were darkened, his mind was dizzy, and he was relying on a willpower to hold on, and he must not faint in front of this woman.
After a while, he said in a low voice, "No."
This seemed to be the first time Amelia heard the elf speak without rejection. For a while, she was flattered, "Didn't you see others passing by?"
The elf nodded silently.
That may have passed after them. Amelia had some worry between her brows, and closed her eyes with a headache.
It was rare for her to soften her heart, but she did not expect that the matter would be so complicated, implicating the evil dark mage and the lives of hundreds of innocent people.
She didn't suspect that the elf was lying to her. What she suspected was that the aura tracked by the knight commander might have been left by the dark mage to deceive them, and it was just a cover to divert their attention.
The real escape route is not here, the knight commander may have followed the wrong direction.
But she couldn't tell the knight commander about these things. She couldn't explain where she got the information, and speaking rashly would arouse suspicion.
Amelia thought for a moment, thinking about how to give the knight commander a hint, and stood up: "You have a good rest, I'm leaving first."
The elf lowered his head at some point, and the darkness covered his face, making it impossible for Amelia to see his emotions clearly.
I don't know if I heard it or not. Amelia was preoccupied with business and had no intention of entangled with him. She walked up the steps and was about to close the basement door when she suddenly heard a muffled and painful moan.
She froze for a moment, then looked back.
A layer of sweat gradually seeped out from the elf's forehead and exposed honey-colored skin.
He curled up, his thin back trembling slightly, and his bony bones protruded, like a bow hidden, implying the strength and arrogance hidden in his body.
Amelia was startled by his painful appearance, ran down the steps in big strides, and asked him in a hurry: "What's wrong with you? Where does it hurt?"
If she didn't have a little sense, knowing that dark creatures cannot touch light elements, she would have used healing magic.
The elf frowned tightly, and bit her lips tightly, as if she was enduring some great pain, and a few fragments of pain escaped from her lips.
Everything that followed was like a dream in Amelia's eyes.
The messy silver hair was long and curly, gradually spreading a galaxy on the thin back, and the outline of the facial features changed from a childish one to a gloomy and cold beauty.
The randomly wound bandages disintegrated, revealing a body with tight and smooth muscles like a Greek sculpture, and the slender and healthy legs remained curled up, with half of them sticking to the edge of the bed.
Amelia stared at all of this, and suddenly realized why elves were called God's creations.
Because they were born to carry beauty and strength and were carefully shaped by the gods.