In just a few breaths, the cute and lovely child turned into a mature man in front of Amelia.
The dark elf's long and narrow eyes still had some residual pain and trance, his eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyes to look at his open palm.
Under the honey-colored skin, you can clearly see the intertwined tendons. The roots of the metacarpal bones protrude and connect to the fingertips. It looks slender and powerful, and it is the palm of an adult.
... ..I turned out, not a child
The dark elf tentatively moved his body. He was still a little uncomfortable, his movements were slow, and he slowly bent his legs with difficulty, leaning against the wall lightly.
The cold touch woke up his bewildered brain, and he suddenly found that the woman was very close to him, close enough for him to smell her breath.
Bright, thick, with a pungent smell that made him sick.
The elf immediately covered his nose in disgust, tensed his body, and looked at the woman vigilantly.
It stinks. It stinks.
As his body got bigger, his five senses seemed to be more acute. Before, it was just a smell that he couldn't bear, but now it was so smoked that the elf was almost suffocating.
Seeing his painful expression, Amelia thought he was still in pain, leaned over and asked him, "Where does it hurt? Head?"
"Don't come here!"
The dark elf kept backing away, and there was even a little panic in those long, narrow and indifferent blood eyes. Unfortunately, the bed was only so big. He pressed against the wall and held his breath. middle.
Both sides stopped breathing.
Amelia was first startled by the elf's handsome face, which was so handsome that it was not real. Then, she stared at those deep eyes that couldn't see clearly, and thought of a possibility irresistibly.
The knight commander couldn't find the whereabouts of the breath, could it be because she took him away
When a magical creature is seriously injured and on the verge of death, it may go back to the cub stage to slow down the loss of energy, but this happens very rarely, and she only glanced at it in the book and knew that it was possible.
So when Amelia saw the little elf lying on the ground, she never thought that it was actually an adult dark elf, an elf with the power to kill countless human beings.
Amelia straightened up suddenly.
She was in a state of confusion, her hands behind her trembled slightly, she didn't look into the elf's eyes, she mumbled, "I have something to do, I'm going out first", and walked out of the basement quickly.
Her thoughts turned involuntarily to the scene she had glimpsed that day.
Those lost lives, maybe other people's parents, wives, husbands, children, or other people's beloved treasures, just died innocently and painfully in an inexplicable massacre.
And the murderer may escape safely under her protection, and continue to commit such crimes someday in the future.
Thinking of this, Amelia's heart was disturbed.
No matter what, she had to confirm whether his or her guess was true before deciding how to deal with the dark elf in the basement.
If he really had anything to do with that massacre... .
Amelia lowered her eyes coldly, she would never let such a vicious person leave anyway.
Meanwhile, in the basement.
The dark elf kept his posture leaning against the wall, and the girl's light and impatient footsteps echoed in his ears, from near to far, accompanied by the rustling sound of cloth, turning back and forth above his head, as if hesitating for something .
The fine dust fell with the girl's footsteps, and scattered on the ground one after another.
He closed his eyes, and the looming candlelight fell on his side face, which brought out his aggressive and handsome beauty even more.
After a long time, the elf's thin lips curled up slightly, letting out a mocking snort.
In the afternoon, the summer temperature is no longer as hot as at noon, but brings some cool breeze, passing through the dense forest.
Amelia is on her way to patrol.
She wanted to ask about the progress of the Knight Commander's case, and happened to pass by a crossroads, and there was a group of blond-haired and blue-eyed teenagers being led by the lecturer to give lectures in the wide and wide square.
A few broken words were brought to her ears by the wind.
"How to identify a witch?"
"If the accused appears frightened at interrogation, she is clearly guilty, and her conscience tells her off. If she believes her innocence and keeps her composure, then she is undoubtedly guilty, for witches have the habit of lying shamelessly.
If an unfortunate woman rolls her eyes in agony, it means that she is looking for her devil with her eyes; and if her eyes are glazed, it means that she sees her own devil and is looking at him.
If she finds strength to withstand the torture, it means that the devil made her bear it, so she must be tortured more severely; Instruct her not to confess and not to reveal the secret. "①
Amelia turned her head slightly, and the boys and girls were surrounding the lecturer, listening to his lecture seriously, nodding from time to time to show a convinced expression, and some of them were actively taking notes.
This is where the next batch of Saints is teaching.
Amelia had also taken this kind of class, and even had to memorize the words for the exam.
These illogical words pollute the saints one after another, making them lose their reason and judgment, and fanatically believe in the God of Light.
Amelia frowned in disgust.
This kind of fallacy and heresy, there are still millions of people who regard it as the truth.
What a no-brainer.
She didn't want to hear these disgusting things, so she quickened her pace and left here.
However, just after passing through an intersection, she bumped into someone she didn't even want to see.
"Amelia." The serious-looking Pope looked at her at the end of the road.
Amelia froze, "Your Majesty the Pope."
She walked over quickly and saluted hurriedly.
"Amelia, I have a task for you." His Majesty tapped the scepter, and a document instantly appeared in midair.
"This is a massacre that happened in the center of the city some time ago. I hope you can assist the patrol team to find out this matter."
Task
Amelia took it over and flipped it over. On the first page, there was a line written on it: Slave Market Massacre Case, and there were a few portraits of the exterior of the building that she was very familiar with.
Oh, so that place is a slave market.
This was Amelia's first reaction.
Immediately, she suddenly realized that she could take this opportunity to investigate in depth whether this matter had anything to do with that dark elf.
With the Pope's order, she also had a reasonable explanation for investigating the case around.
Thinking of this, Amelia nodded simply, "Yes, Your Majesty the Pope."
The Pope's stern eyes softened a bit, and he gave the petite girl an encouraging look, "Do it well, this is your first mission, you must do it well."
"yes."
Amelia responded without thinking.
It wasn't until the Pope walked away that she suddenly realized that if this continued, she would really be left to preside over the Holy Ceremony.
Leaving aside the graduation assignment after one year, the big deal is that she will cripple herself at that time, and she will always be exiled to a small remote village.
The point is that she will have a close contact with the God of Light at the grand ceremony, what if she is seen as a time traveler
In that case, she might not wait until she was dragged down and burned to death, and her soul would be crushed by the God of Light on the spot, leaving no scum left.
Amelia scowled.
But if she was to hold back and prevent the inspection team from finding the real murderer, she would not be able to pass her own test.
too difficult.
It's too hard for me.
After some psychological struggle, Amelia finally decided to play it by ear.
We must continue to maintain the image of ourselves as a little waste in everyone's mind, and at the same time try our best to assist the patrol team to find the murderer.
Although I don't know what went wrong in choosing the chief this time, His Majesty the Pope would actually assign this position to her.
But it doesn't matter, as long as she messes up this task, I believe that the wise Pope will definitely find out the nature of her waste.
Then she abolished her chief position and re-selected a saint to preside over the holy scriptures.
Amelia is really overwhelmed by her intelligence!