In the afternoon, the inspection team is the busiest time.
The patrol team is the largest department of the God Cult, including tens of thousands of knights, and they are responsible for the safety of the city, big and small.
Therefore, around this tall white building, many common people and wealthy nobles gathered.
When Amelia walked in from a distance, the moment the white voice appeared on everyone's retinas, the noisy venue suddenly fell silent.
People hung their heads, not daring to look directly at the brilliance of the saints.
Amelia saw a little boy looking around curiously, but was immediately suppressed by the panicked parents, for fear of offending her.
She withdrew her gaze and stopped putting pressure on these poor civilians.
At this time, a group of knights suddenly emerged from the building, led by the familiar knight commander.
He saw Amelia from a distance, knelt down on one knee and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter here, Mr. Chief?"
Amelia showed him the document and the Pope's handwriting, "I will investigate this case with you, how is the progress now?"
"It didn't go well."
The knight commander led her into the house, and reported in a low voice: "There is news from the prophet that the murderer is not a human being, but may be some kind of creature."
"Not human?" Amelia felt cold.
The knight commander nodded: "We are sending people to investigate all the creatures that passed that street that day, but so far there is no result."
Amelia pursed her lips: "I saw the document saying that it was a slave market. Is it possible that some of the creatures they caught rioted and killed everyone present?"
The knight commander pondered for a moment: "This possibility is not ruled out."
Just as they were talking, the two had already reached a luxurious and exquisite living room. The knight commander asked Amelia to wait for a while, and he went to bring her tea and snacks.
Amelia couldn't be in the mood for a snack.
She sat on a chair and waited in a state of confusion, her slender fingers were folded on her knees, and several decorative rings were worn on her fingertips in an orderly manner, shining expensively in the sun.
The brilliant golden topaz on the index finger suddenly lit up, twinkling, especially dazzling.
Amelia was startled, covered the shiny gemstone, and looked around guiltily. After confirming that she was the only one in the room, she activated a certain mysterious rune.
A light screen of nothingness unfolded in front of her.
What came into view was the magnified face of the dark elf.
He didn't seem to realize that he was being watched, and those fierce eyes were rarely curious, staring at something in front of him.
It's the candlestick.
Amelia put guardian magic on the candlestick before she left to prevent anyone from sneaking in while she was gone.
It should be that the elf accidentally activated the magic on the candlestick, so the alarm here will light up.
No one broke in, Amelia breathed a sigh of relief, and prepared to turn off the magic.
After all, she is on someone else's territory, so it's better to be careful.
At this time, the elf suddenly stood up.
His dark skin looked extraordinarily indifferent and arrogant in the dim space, he raised his sharp jaw, and his blood eyes stared intently at the sky.
what happens
Amelia followed his gaze and aimed upwards where the light screen could not see.
After two or three seconds, she suddenly realized that someone was coming.
Someone is at her house.
Amelia stood up abruptly, ignoring the knight commander who just pushed the door in, and hurriedly said: "I have to leave first, come back tomorrow to continue the detailed discussion." She quickly walked out of the inspection team.
On the way back to the palace, Amelia kept wondering who would be looking for her at this hour.
Her popularity is mediocre (very poor), and few people would come to him on their own initiative. Could it be that the chief caused trouble again
From a distance, Amelia saw a familiar figure standing at the gate of the palace, and she shouted in surprise and confusion: "Rita?"
The girl who had always been reserved and proud was pale, clutching the hem of her skirt in bewilderment, and silently lowered her head.
"Amelia."
Her voice was difficult, "I beg you to help me."
"No one else wants to see me, only you, I really don't want to leave here, please."
Rita knelt on the ground powerlessly, her body was filled with a hopeless sense of hopelessness, her face was so devastated that she would faint in the next moment.
That day, His Majesty the Pope didn't even look at Rita, but sent a bishop to deal with the matter afterwards and ordered her to leave within a few days.
Rita was originally an illegitimate daughter who was not recognized by the family, and she tried her best to sneak in and become a saint. If she was kicked out now, her family would not care about her, and would just let her fend for herself.
Others ignored her and even laughed at her. Amelia was her only hope at this time.
Amelia hesitated for a moment.
She didn't want to cause trouble for her upper body, but when she met Rita's hopeful eyes, her heart softened, and she pointed out a clear way for her.
"Rita, family background is not the point, you have to pay for your merits."
achievement
Rita looked a little confused.
She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly her eyes lit up, and their pupils regained their vitality.
As one of the most outstanding saints, her ability is not bad, but she was too flustered before and couldn't think of the core of the matter. Now after Amelia's instruction, she immediately figured it out.
Rita looked at Amelia with complicated eyes, and bowed deeply towards her, "Thank you."
Thank you for not giving up on me and willing to help me find a way.
Amelia accepted the gift.
The slender figure of the blond girl walked further and further away on the road, and Amelia unlocked the door and went home when she was completely out of sight.
She took out some soft white bread from the cupboard, took some jam, and dragged the food tray to the basement.
Opening the door, the dark elf curled up on the bed in the same dying state.
What to put on.
If Amelia hadn't seen in the magic mirror how he moved freely and explored in the basement, she might have believed that he was indeed weak.
Well now...
Amelia sneered, put the tray on the table with a 'snap', and said coldly, "Get up, eat."
There was a lot of fire in her stomach, and she had nowhere to vent it.
If it hadn't been for the Virgin Mary's attack that day, and she came back with such a big trouble, she wouldn't have fallen into the dilemma she is in today.
But then again, such a small boy fell to the ground covered in blood, who can help him? Who can ignore it
In the final analysis, it is all because of him!
The chief of all evils is this elf, who told him to look like a child to bluff and deceive.
Sensing Amelia's sudden attitude, the dark elf narrowed his eyes coldly: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Amelia choked back angrily: "Not only did I take the wrong medicine, but I also ate the wrong food. I shouldn't have saved you then!"
"It's as if I'm begging you to save me." The elf snorted coldly, turning his face away in disdain.
This hateful woman got angry outside, and when she came back, she took him on fire.
It was really sinister and hateful, exactly the same as the stench of light on her body.
The elf's face was gloomy, and the word displeasure was written all over his face, but there was some deep grievance hidden in his scarlet eyes. He tightly pursed his lips, unwilling to talk to her again.
Amelia was putting plates on the table, and she was even more furious when she heard his answer. All kinds of speculations flooded into her mind at this moment, she was dizzy with anger, and couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Have you ever killed anyone?"
As soon as the voice fell, there was no other sound in the narrow and dark basement for a while.
The candlelight flickered, casting the elf's shadow on the wall with strange fluctuations, as if his soul trembled under his indifferent expression.
The elf was silent for a while, and the thick black and long eyelashes seemed to reveal a dim light under the candlelight.
Amelia thought she was wrong, but when she looked again, the elf had already closed her eyes.
After a while, he said indifferently: "I don't remember."
Amelia often forgot that he was an amnesiac.
Because he always doesn't care about this matter very much, knows everything, knows everything, and has thorns all over his body to repel anyone who approaches him.
Like a murderous and vengeful hedgehog, not a poor man who is badly injured and has lost his memory.
Until now, after hearing these tired words, Amelia was dully aware of his uneasiness hidden under these actions.
"Feel sorry."
She lowered her eyes and quietly put away the food plate, "Eat something, I'm leaving first."
With a bang, the heavy door closed again.
The elf opened his eyes, glanced at the simple food on the table, and smiled slightly mockingly.
The palaces where the saints live are divided according to grades, the better the grades, the closer the residence is to the center.
Amelia's grades are mediocre, so the residence is naturally far away from the crowd, relatively desolate, and few people usually pass by in a month.
Today, people came to visit one after another.
Amelia's jaw dropped when she opened the door to let Debra in.
What is she going to do again
Ever since watching Rita's affairs, Amelia has lingering fears about this girl who always has a gentle smile and avoids it.
Terrible, this is definitely a ruthless man.
"What's the matter?" Amelia asked tensely.
Debra smiled and said, "It's nothing. I just came here to inform you that the interrogation practice session will soon begin. Now you are in charge of this matter. I just came here to hand over the matter."
Doesn't sound like a bad thing.
But Amelia still didn't relax her vigilance, "What exactly are you going to hand over?"
"It's mainly the key to the torture chamber."
Debra took out a simple brass key and handed it to her, and reminded with a smile: "You are the chief now, you have to set an example for everyone, and you need to take the lead in interrogating in class, do you remember the content in the book? ?”
"of course I remember."
Amelia felt a little guilty, and forced her mouth to speak.
Debra took a closer look at her and smiled more gently: "Then I'll wait to see your performance."
Debra's aura was too strong, Amelia didn't feel like refuting, she nodded hesitantly, and didn't realize it until the person left, why should I show it to her
She is not the Pope!
Amelia closed the door angrily.
Before going to bed at night, she still honestly spread out the book and muttered about making up lessons:
"The interrogation chair is covered with sharp barbs, the number of which is at least two thousand. When sitting on it, the belt is tightened, so that the most stubborn heretic can speak. If the heretic is still stubborn, put a brazier under the interrogation chair and burn it The festering wounds will cause him unbearable pain...."
The dark elf with eyes and ears in the basement: !
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