Amelia was very moved.
and rejected it.
She repeated its words word by word: "Do whatever you want, do whatever you want...and become like you?"
Amelia smiled, withdrew her hand, and rubbed its head with her backhand. The white hair, which looked cold and cold, actually felt soft to the touch, like a cat's fur.
"Your current body needs to eat and rest." Amelia said: "I will call a maid to take you to rest. I need to deal with some things."
The top of the head was kneaded very comfortably.
Alfonso paused for a moment, and frowned unaccustomedly. He raised his eyes against the heavy pressure on his head, and looked at Amelia's expression. His sharp eyes seemed to penetrate her bones: "I can feel where you are."
The corner of Amelia's mouth twitched, and she patted its head hard: "I'm not going to run."
An annoying ghost, even smaller.
The saintess left as soon as she said she would, and she walked swiftly, the door closed, and the hall quickly fell into silence.
The warm body temperature seemed to disappear with the departure of the saint. Alfonso leaned on the cold jade throne, and the already cold body temperature became even colder. The low temperature spread all the way to the body, even the eyes in his eyes The churning sea of blood seemed to be frozen.
Really cold.
How did time pass so slowly
Alfonso sat for a while, his mood getting worse and worse, he stood up and prepared to follow her secretly to see what she was going to do.
As soon as it stood up, it heard the door being pushed open, and a maid walked in with her head bowed, saying, "The room and food are ready."
The maid is a young girl in her early twenties. Although she has undergone rigorous training and knows that she should restrain her curiosity and concentrate on doing things, she still can't help but secretly glance up.
Who is it? The Queen of God has always seemed gentle, but she refuses people thousands of miles away. During the period of serving her, she has never seen anyone who has a close relationship with her. Now she actually brought a male friend to live in the church.
It's still during the time when the gods are shutting their doors!
The maid couldn't help but think of those aristocratic wives who had cheated on her before. She loved to keep some pretty faces, and when her husband was away, she would take them out to make faces. It was almost an unspoken rule in the upper class social circle.
Could it be that after becoming a god...
She glanced carefully and quickly, her brown eyes just met the little boy who was looking down from the top of the steps.
He looked like he was only in his teens, his complexion was slightly darker, and his facial features revealed a handsome demeanor, which was different from other people's exotic style.
Those blood eyes that were different from ordinary people looked coldly, carrying an innate tyranny and murderous aura, which settled into an ominous color.
"!"
The maid was startled, her heart was pounding, a thin layer of sweat quickly appeared on her forehead, she quickly lowered her head, not daring to peek again.
Terrible boy.
Even scarier than the Pope's crown.
While she was terrified, she couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken. Because although the young man was scary, his appearance was more handsome than ordinary people, with a condescending arrogance from birth, he didn't look like those so-called artists who were taken care of by women, but more like a little prince.
Among the people the maid has met, only the God of Light can rival him.
Why would such a person willingly follow the God Empress? Was he... coerced
The maid pursed her lips, feeling a little moved.
The mixed emotions of human beings linger in the huge space.
Alfonso became more and more impatient, and wanted to kill the human being, but he withdrew his hand after thinking about it, and turned to attract black mist and threw the human directly out.
It has a much better temper recently. After being peeped at like this, it didn't kill anyone. It just threw the person half to death, then closed the door fiercely, and sat back on the high throne to wait.
Condensed the irritable temper and waited patiently.
Don't make her angry anymore.
...
As soon as Amelia went out, she first found the knight commander and erased his memory.
I don't know how much he saw and whether he saw Alfonso, but Amelia couldn't take the risk and simply erased all his memories of the day.
Before doing it, she saw a scene.
The knight commander said: "Ami... the Queen of God is not a sinister and cunning person, Your Majesty, are you thinking too much?"
Pope: "Twain, people change."
The knight commander lowered his head, his resolute face was a little lost, and he muffled a word for a while: "... I believe her."
The pope sighed.
"I also don't want to believe that all we can do is find the traitor and kill him. If you really want to defend her, you should find evidence to prove her innocence."
The knight commander hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded.
"Okay, I'll go."
This was two days ago.
Amelia is not yet able to control the power that belongs to the gods, and sometimes accidentally pulls the timeline and sees things that happened a long time ago.
The two protagonists in the picture are right in front of her, one has just been erased by her memory, and the empty eye sockets are still bleeding, and the other is anxiously healing his wounds.
Amelia looked at the familiar Pope's crown, took a deep breath, deeply suppressed the irritability and impatience that swept up from her heart, and moved her fingers slightly, also eliminating those parts of his memory that were unfavorable to her.
Forget about others, the pope can't kill him.
The Pope had been kind to her, even though she didn't want it herself.
Amelia manipulated the thread of fate in a strange way, erasing all the information that affected her little by little, casting a confusion spell on things related to the statue, so that everyone would unconsciously avoid this topic.
This is her newly awakened ability, which is just right to cover up things that she doesn't want others to find out. That's how Alfonso used to cover her name.
Don't come to make me angry again.
Amelia was expressionless, and her fingers trembled due to the violent ups and downs of her emotions, and her face showed a sense of sharpness under the sunlight.
She worked very, very hard to suppress the anger, not wanting to hurt others with the uncontrollable emotions, until the blood vessels were swollen and painful, her limbs howled to calm the anger with a lot of blood.
At this time, Amelia suddenly understood why the Dark God's first reaction was to kill her.
Compared with the powerful power, the emotions of the gods are fragile and sensitive, like a straight string, a slight movement will cause a violent rebound.
Either love it or hate it.
When facing Alfonso just now, Amelia had already become murderous.
She wanted to twist off that seemingly fragile and slender neck, or crush its bones inch by inch, to see what kind of funny expression it would show when it was in pain. Listen to its screaming voice again, will it sound better than singing.
She endured so much pain that her whole body was hurting, her emotions were already bursting, and she saw her boss and friends who had been kind to her in the past discuss how to deal with her. It's all about willpower.
ah! !
Very angry! ! ! !
Amelia felt like she was now a barrel full of meth, ready to blow up at any moment.
Panic.
□□ Bucket finished dealing with the matter of the Pope and the Knight Commander, and turned to the garden with a dark and low pressure, intending to watch the blue sky and white clouds to calm down, and happened to stay away from the crowd, so there was no need to worry about accidentally killing anyone.
The Guangming God Sect is very rich, not only the palaces are beautifully built, but also the gardens are not too much, with carved beams and painted walls, flowers and rocks everywhere, winding and winding stone paths shuttle among golden light spots.
Amelia sat for a while, and finally calmed down.
No wonder the Dark God didn't like others to approach him before. She secretly planned in her heart, and decided not to let other people in in the future, it is best not to have even a bird within a hundred miles of this palace.
Just thinking about it, a whisper came from the side of the tall flowers.
"What should I do? The God of Light has been refusing to show up, where can I seduce him? I did as you said, and I really don't blame me for not completing the task!"
Amelia: "…"
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A girl in a maid's costume crouched in a corner, whispering to an unknown person in the distance using magic.
"Don't touch my parents, I did what you said, you can't do this!" There was a cry in the voice.
Amelia stood quietly behind her, her mental power fumbled along the traces of magic, and then severely smashed the obese man who was talking over there, into a pile of minced meat that couldn't be shoveled.
Looking at the costumes, it should be the royal family of a certain country.
He happened to bump into the hand of Amelia, who was in a bad mood, and dared to snatch someone from her, so Amelia had no choice but to let him die beautifully.
"Hello? Hello?!" The maid couldn't hear the response, so she cried helplessly, and propped herself up on the ground with one hand, only then dully realized that there was a shadow covering her.
Looked... like a woman in a long dress.
The maid froze and turned her head slowly.
A face very similar to Amelia's was exposed to the sun.
Amelia's pupils shrank.
She had seen a girl who was very similar to her before, but she had forgotten her name, but she did not look like the maid in front of her at all.
Almost exactly the same.
Except for a more delicate expression and timid eyes, even a small mole on the side cheek is the same.
The maid had already recognized her identity, her feet went limp, and she was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground and couldn't move.
It's over, it's over.
She sneaked in originally, so it's okay for the Queen of God to see her face? Must not kill her
Beatrice, the maid, was so frightened that she went into cardiac arrest and nearly pouted.
But the Queen of God didn't kill her, her eyes were as cold as ice, full of murderous aura, but she just looked at her patiently, shook her sleeves and left.
"Huh..." Beatrice patted her chest, the feeling of escaping death made her legs and feet weak, and she collapsed on the ground for a while and couldn't get up.
But why didn't the Queen of God kill her
Seeing this face, isn't she angry
Beatrice couldn't figure out what the bosses were thinking, so she could only attribute it to the goodness of the descendants of the gods. Pity her, unlike the lord who captured her, who had a tyrannical personality and killed as soon as he said it.
That's great, she also wants to work under such a master.
Beatrice wiped off the remaining tears on her face, supported the wall, got up little by little, and struggled to avoid the crowd to go home.
On the other side, the temple located in the center of the sanctuary.
The dark elf waited in the dark for a long, long time, and when she got impatient, Amelia finally came back.
The saint's face was sullen, the corners of her eyes that were always smiling and slightly upturned were drooping, and the corners of her rosy lips were pursed, looking extremely unhappy.
"I'm in a bad mood." Her voice was flat, without ups and downs.
Alfonso raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes softened like breaking ice. He looked at her quietly, and his irritability was instantly calmed down.
Seeing her sullen face for the first time. Kind of cute.
Alfonso said, "Why, who is mad at you?"
Everyone is mad at me.
Amelia wanted to bear it at first, but when she came back and saw this elf sitting leisurely, she didn't want to bear it all at once.
Forbearance, the punching bag that won't die no matter how much you toss, isn't it right in front of you
"It's all your fault that I became like this. You have to take responsibility." She said confidently, her fingernails went from the slippery collar of the elf's neck, and rubbed vigorously against the slender collarbone, leaving streaks of blood oozing from the sharp nails. scratches.
"Hurry up, change back to your adult image."