Taming the Dark Lord

Chapter 63

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Beads of sweat rolled down his Adam's apple.

The honey-like skin slid out a wet mark, from the sharp bones to the firm and elastic chest muscles, exuding a sweet and cold fragrance.

Amelia suspected that what she was pressing was not a humanoid creature, but some kind of honey bread human.

Otherwise, why are these indifferent skins so sweet, even the blood seems to contain icing sugar.

"Are you a dog?"

Alfonso looked down at the saint who was about to bite off a piece of flesh from her chest, and held her waist loosely with one hand, seemingly supporting her tense back.

You are the dog!

Amelia was furious and bit harder.

It hissed, its blood-colored eyes narrowed slightly, like a sharp blade full of blood, full of murderous aura and violence, as if it was about to violently kill at any time. However, the gesture of embracing her was unexpectedly patient and gentle.

Resisting the urge to fight back, this ferocious beast lets its beloved humans wreak havoc on it.

It endured, and its slender fingertips wrapped around her long blond hair little by little, pulling it lightly and heavily, sometimes to the scalp.

But that slight tingle, more like XXX than blocking.

Amelia was even more excited, biting its long pointed ears viciously through the thick hair.

Two pointed canine teeth rubbed against the sensitive skin.

"Hurry up, please me, make me happy." The saint couldn't help but said vaguely.

The elf laughed.

The careless eyes ignited two clusters of flames, like a beast that had been ordered to let go of the shackles that restrained itself, infecting her soul with the unconquerable wildness little by little.

The cold body temperature wrapped around the pure white body of the saint.

Amelia's waist was numb, and a few incoherent sobs choked out of her throat.

"Comfortable?"

The chest under the palm trembled, the elf laughed recklessly, the corners of his eyes were flushed, his fingers were slightly bent, and he held her straight and trembling waist viciously, refusing to relax.

laugh! what's so funny!

Amelia squeezed the pointed ears in the palm of her hand, tugged them violently, and then released them dizzily, touching the icy and soft touch with her fingertips as if soothing.

There was only one thought in her muddled mind.

Ears cannot be bullied.

Ears are innocent.

As for the annoying elf, I will take out my hand and hit it later.

Bed exercise is indeed the most emotional vent.

Amelia was curled up in the quilt dripping with sweat, her whole body felt as comfortable as if she had been scalded with hot water, her muscles and bones were opened, her depression was released, and she rarely yawned lazily.

Want sleep.

But still can't sleep.

She kicked the elf who was tirelessly playing with her hair, and called out, "Bring me my scepter."

Alfonso lifted his eyelids, and with a casual move, the white scepter obediently flew over and landed in Amelia's hand.

"It's me. There is something you need to do now. There is a maid who looks exactly like me in the temple. I don't know her name. Find her and bring her to me."

Amelia connected to the Pope's communication, roughly described the characteristics of the maid, and then said: "Look at which royal family is so desperate, find them, and then... what to do, you know?"

"yes."

She paused for a moment, then remembered something, and said: "The maid's parents and relatives can be rescued, if they can be rescued, don't hurt the innocent, if there is no problem after the investigation, then let them go."

"… yes."

There was nothing else to do, Amelia simply hung up the communication.

"This bastard still doesn't listen to me." Amelia inserted the scepter into the flowerpot beside the bed, and the bright magic crystal sank deep into the soil.

The elf glanced at it and said, "Then bury it for hundreds of years, and it will be honest when it comes out."

With a flick of the scepter, it silently burrowed into the soil.

buried

Amelia suddenly said in a cold tone: "That's how I tossed about black books. Do you know why?"

Rehash the past.

The elf smelled something bad.

Amelia continued to grab it by the collar: "You sure don't know, but do you know who I wanted to bury the most?"

The eyes are murderous.

ready to move.

Alfonso:"… "

You may be late to settle accounts after autumn, but you will never be absent.

It resolutely changed back to the appearance of a boy, pretending not to hear what Amelia said, stretched out its slender arms, and pressed the saint on his slightly green chest.

"Don't you want to sleep? Go to sleep."

As he spoke, he inserted his five fingers into her soft and thick hair roots, and skillfully kneaded her a few times.

Sleepiness swept over immediately.

It moved so fast that Amelia only had time to mutter: "Do you think I won't dare to hit you after this..." and then fell into a dream and lost consciousness.

Then fell asleep and snored.

Alfonso has been following her back, making her sleep more soundly and deeply. The sharp knuckles of the bones are shuttled through the blond hair, revealing a little bit of dark skin.

It loosely grabbed a bunch of blond hair with its backhand and held it in its palm. This is the most brilliant gold in the world, and any metal praised by the world will be eclipsed in front of it.

It has lived for many years and has collected countless collections, which can be called the greatest wealth in human history. During those boring times, Alfonso would sit on the throne, open the treasure house and count over and over again. This is his little pastime to pass the time.

But now it's a new habit.

Count the hairs.

While the saint was not paying attention, she grabbed the end of her hair and kept counting, knowing the shape of each strand of hair, knowing how much hair she lost every day, and what kind of hairstyle would least damage the hair roots.

During the movement, a fallen blond hair fell on the quilt, and Alfonso picked it up spontaneously.

It has saved a lot during this time, and in a few days it will be braided into a bracelet, which must be the most shining crown in all its collections.

But not the most precious.

Alfonso leaned down, kissed her two trembling shoulder blades delicately and lingeringly with his cold lips, leaving a small hickey on them.

This is its most precious treasure.

Amelia claimed to be an iron-blooded woman and never lied, so she kept her promise and beat the elf when she got up the next day.

Alfonso:"… "

This woman changed her mind too quickly.

Yesterday I still held on to it, but today I will deal with it ruthlessly.

With teeth marks and bruises oozing blood all over his body, the elf looked extremely miserable, as if he had been raped by a giant.

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At the same time, in a long-abandoned cave in the temple.

Beatrice knelt on her knees and kept praying to the other end of the call: "Ma'am, I really don't know anything, I will do my best, please, please let him go, he is just a child."

— "You don't know? He died after talking to you!!!"

From there came the hysterical screams of women and the crying of children.

"No, please, please, I'm still useful, I'm still useful..." Beatrice was trembling all over, and the cries of her younger brother were like stabbing a knife in her heart, which was so bloody and painful. .

But she never talked about seeing the Queen of God. Not for any other reason than being unable to tell.

There is a force in the dark that has been watching her covetously. Once she utters relevant words, it will grab her throat and block her voice, preventing even a single word from leaking out.

It was the Queen of God who did not let her speak. Beatrice felt this vaguely.

What about her brother? What about her family?

Beatrice's mind was full of the noble woman who looked exactly like her, and she couldn't say a word, so she had to kowtow on the ground continuously, until her head was bleeding and made a "popping" sound.

The woman over there gave a shrill laugh.

—"That's right, he spent such a big price to make you look exactly like that adult. You are a precious property, worth thousands of gold, and you should take good care of it."

Beatrice had a glimmer of hope.

But immediately, the woman's next sentence knocked her down into the bottomless abyss.

— "But not the wretched old man, William, cut off his head for me, and dress him up and clean him up, and send him over to our property."

Then there was a sound of thick water.

And the sound of the ball rolling down.

"... Father." Beatrice silently opened her eyes wide.

— "As for your mother and younger brother, I'll entertain them 'well' too, hahahaha."

The call was interrupted amidst the woman's laughter, which was unexpected and abrupt.

But Beatrice didn't have the heart to notice this anymore. She was full of despair, trembling all over, and her body and soul seemed to have lost consciousness.

The countess is a cruel woman who loves to torture slaves with her own hands. She has seen the execution scene thousands of times, and she was full of fear at the time. Now that she thinks about it, if the protagonist is replaced by her own family, the fear will turn into hatred and grief.

The Duchess will never let them go, and she will make the offender die a painful death.

But why

Why are some people born superior? Why can those stupid, vicious, fat and pig-like aristocrats step on her head

She was born as a human being, so why should she suffer like this

What did her parents do wrong? !

Aristocrats... aristocrats! ! ! !

The girl propped her hands on the ground, and the transparent water droplets fell little by little, and her teary blue eyes gradually turned black under the deep fluctuations, as black as the deep night.

Her breath of despair attracted venomous snakes to watch.

Following the sweet fragrance, she climbed up the girl's body little by little, and the voice of nothingness with the magic power of temptation repeated something in her ears.

Read it.

read after me.

read quickly.

Ruofei's ravings rang in his ears, repeated over and over again, lingering like an echo.

Beatrice's eyes were empty, and she gradually followed unconsciously: "...the great and noble... Beatrice Holt prays to you for protection, prays for your care and love, and is willing to give you everything, whether physical or spiritual. ... soul."

When the word soul was said, Beatrice woke up suddenly, her eyes widening in panic. It's a pity that there is no arrow to turn back. Now that she has said the prayer, He will not allow her to stop.

Thick black liquid appeared from the void, slowly engulfing the girl's slender body that seemed to break apart easily.

Devour slowly and quickly.

until all are eaten.

He hiccupped in satisfaction, stared naked into the distance with greedy eyes, hovered in place unwillingly for a moment, and slowly left here.

The candle flame in the corner of the cave flickered slightly, and a drop of candle tears fell.

"Can't find it?"

The Pope said respectfully: "I have searched the church up and down, and I really can't find the maid you described."

Amelia frowned, could it be that she ran away? But she gave the girl a hint at that time, telling her to stay in the residence and not to wander around.

When she was thinking, she slowly touched the little elf lying on her lap with her palm, her movements were very similar to her previous life's movements of stroking cats during work and leisure.

The Pope glanced up vaguely, and saw a deep tooth mark in the elf boy's loose skirt.

It's bright red and hasn't grown well yet.

Looking further inside, there seemed to be more.

Alas-

The Pope let out a long sigh in his heart.