The Devil Inside

"What's your relationship with Cornflower?"

It's a direct questioning.

Han Solo was totally unimpressed by this, and he asked back, "What do I have to do with you?"

"Hmm -- friends?"

Viola asked.

Han Solo smiled and said, "Since you know we are friends, then don't speak to me in a questioning tone. If I ask you back, 'What does this have to do with you?', how will you respond?"

"————-I thought you were in contact with Cornflower because of me."

Viola put her legs back and stood in front of Han Solo.

To be honest, she felt a little disappointed.

Han Solo didn't play any empty words with her. Outsiders knew nothing about the Thieves Guild, but he knew it very well.

He also knew about Cornflower's fighting style. After all, he had died at her hands before.

He said directly: "It seems that you have not gained much in the capital. What are your plans for the next step? Regicide performance?"

"?!"

Viola was shocked!

Her beautiful eyes widened as she stared at Han Solo in confusion. After a while, she asked, "How did you know about the Regicide Exercise? Did Cornflower tell you?"

"The Lady of the Night told me in a dream."

"" ..——Can you tell a decent lie? It's hard for me to even agree with such a fantastic statement.

That would make me look retarded.”

Viola was really impressed.

This Han Solo, he always talks about Lady of the Night, and even appeared in her dreams.—”—

Why didn't he say what Lady of the Night said while biting his ear?

Han Solo did not answer, but took out the "Crown of the Honest" from the Blade of Chrono and handed it to Viola.

Just a glance.

Viola recognized that this was the creation of the Lady of Night.

The aura of the golden crown in her hand is so familiar, and it faintly resonates with her talent and engraving, so it must be good.

Han Solo said nothing, but everything was said without words.

Viola held the crown in her hand and looked at him: "Incredible! Have you received the reward of the night?"

"Reward? I don't like this word very much. It should be a transaction. I don't believe in the Night Lady," Han Solo considered.

"That's it. I don't understand the Thieves Guild as much as you do, but I'm not completely ignorant. The regicide show is indeed feasible, but I have to remind you that Cornflower has some tricks. She can transform.

Become very strong. "

"The problem is not her, the problem is————the two helpers she can summon."

Viola put the golden crown down and raised her foot again, pressing her knee against Han Solo's thigh, closing the distance between them.

"???

Han Solo looked confused, what was wrong with this woman.

Do you have any social etiquette? Do you understand social distance? You come to me for no reason. Don’t you think I have any dignity left?

Han Solo couldn't stand it anymore, so he raised his hand decisively and pressed it on the pantyhose of Viola's raised leg.

Viola was shocked.

There was a look of surprise in her delicate green eyes. She had had her hair done before going to the capital, and now the ends of her hair were slightly curled, looking elegant and luxurious.

She looked at Han Solo's offending hand and said, "This is sexual harassment. Take your hand off my thigh."

Han Solo frowned. "I don't understand. You've already put your knee on my leg, so it's reasonable for me to react a little. Why do you object? Not only will I not remove it, I will stroke it up and down until you stop offending me."

""..——? Han Solo, I'm already angry.""

Viola did not retract her leg.

Her eyes were extremely serious, her face was frosty, and her tightly pursed red lips revealed her displeasure.

Generally speaking, her warnings carry weight.

Not because of her strength, but because of her beauty.

People always try to please her and will not easily do anything that displeases her.

Because in the eyes of many people, "being hated by Viola" is a very regrettable thing, just like the ice cream on the cone falling to the ground. You can't say how big a loss it is, but people will always try their best to avoid it.

but·-·

Han Solo, unmoved.

His actions became more and more violent, unscrupulous and arrogant. He didn't care about Viola's "warning" at all.

"Okay, okay, stop touching me."

Viola shook her head and admitted defeat.

She tucked her legs together and sat down next to Han Solo, smiling.

The dark face just now was just a show.

If Han Solo doesn't buy it, then so be it. She won't be angry about it because she knows that she was the first one to put her knee on someone else's leg, and she was the one who offended first.

She asked, "Do you know 'Night Walk'?"

Han Solo couldn't remember clearly: "It's a higher position than Chief of Staff, right?"

"Yes. The Night Executioner can command the 'Shadow Lord'. This is a very tempting power. The Shadow Lord is a master of the mythical level. There is almost no one who can defeat them in the material world. If they can drive them, destroying a small country is not a problem. Therefore, many people want this position, and Cornflower is no exception.

“And if you want to become the Night Deputy, you must first become the Chief of Staff.

"I am not afraid of a cornflower. But I think that now is not the right time. Besides, I cannot eat the legacy of cornflowers yet."

Viola's narration is somewhat jumpy.

Han Solo thought about it for a moment and understood her concerns.

"Lady Night's favorite child."

This is both Viola's opportunity and her tragedy.

The power of night is so tempting that it is tacitly assumed that all chiefs of staff want to become one.

One is to enhance one’s own strength;

One is to weaken the threat of competitors.

Now that Viola is challenging Cornflower, how can other ambitious chiefs of staff just sit there and wait for death?

Without needing to be summoned, they rushed thousands of miles away and participated enthusiastically, just to strangle the "most favored child" in the cradle to prevent their own good deeds from being ruined!

Han Solo said: "It seems that the regicide exercise is indeed not feasible--" "-Did you gain nothing in the capital?"

"That staff member in the capital, Tequila, is such a bitch. How could she come up with two people in charge?"

Speaking of this, Viola was furious.

Han Solo asked again, "Is it possible to take down the chief of staff in other regions?"

Viola despaired: "The rules of the Thieves Guild are stricter than you think. I registered in Zethlia, so I can only strive for the chief of staff in that region. There was an incident in the history of the guild. The chief of staff of Oz joined forces with the king of Oz to send the top combat forces trained by the country to various places, conquered all the guilds in all regions, and actually completed the unification. The entire underground world is under the control of Oz."

Unheard of information.

Han Solo asked, "And then?"

Viola said lightly: "The Shadow Lord took action and suppressed the rebellion overnight, killing all the relevant personnel. Even the King of Oz was beheaded. The King's head was circulated around and finally made into a specimen and stored in the 'Shadow Castle' as an example."

Sort of.

Han Solo thought for a moment and said, "Well, there is another way now."

He took out a piece of gray feather mysteriously.

This is the token of the Thieves Guild. As long as you use magic power to refine it, you can register as a member of the Thieves Guild.

When Han Solo first traveled through time, he deliberately stayed in Mill Town for one more day and got it.

He smiled and said, "As long as I refine it, I will be qualified to open the "King-killing Martial Arts"; I will become the Chief of Staff and pass the throne to you, and the problem will naturally be solved."

Viola looked at Huiyu and felt dizzy.

Overwhelmed with happiness, she grasped Han Solo's wrist and cried, "Father!"

Chapter 162#161 Before Departure (Two in One)

The Thieves Guild has existed since ancient times and is very large, with hundreds of thousands of members, and they don't even need to sign a contract.

A verbal agreement is also considered joining the association. Of course, that kind of person is pure cannon fodder, not to mention the basic salary, even if he really contributes, he may not get the salary.

To be a true member, one needs to light the gray feather and register with Lady of the Night.

Gray feathers are very rare.

The way to obtain it, besides applying directly to Lady of the Night, is to kill other official members and extract it from their corpses.

The Night Lady is a symbol of subversion and usurpation.

She condoned this kind of killing and robbery, so that Huiyu could be successfully registered and receive her blessing.

Han Solo looked at Viola with glowing eyes, and he didn't expect her reaction to be so dramatic.

Father?

Han Solo looked at her like she was trash: "I don't have a daughter like you."

"Don't say that."

Viola is very mean.

She knows exactly where her strengths lie, and is not shy about showing them off to people who are interested in her.

With such sticking and leaning, she actually stuck to him, and when she raised her eyes, there was a gleam in her eyes, as bright as stars.

Her words were even more charming. In this private space, she didn't have any of her usual pride, but was just weak and pitiful: "Help my daughter————"

no·

Who taught you to talk like this?

Viola is a first-class beauty. Even if she is pretentious, she is still charming. She is warm and soft in my arms.

Even Han Solo, who is as holy as Buddha, can hardly resist at this moment.

Fortunately, this matter is very troublesome.

If it is a small matter that can be done easily, maybe he will agree to it.

Han Solo shook his head and said, "It's difficult. In your Thieves Guild, military ranks and positions are separate. On the surface, everyone can start the Regicide Exercise, but how is it possible in reality? Only those who reach the first level of "Owl" are eligible to compete for the position of Chief of Staff."

Viola held his hand and said, "I'll help you with the task."

"Who helps whom?"

Han Solo is really impressed.

Viola showed a flattering smile and said in a kind tone, “Okay, okay, you help me, dad helps his daughter.

Help me, will you? I'll help you, too.

Really—

vulgar!

Han Solo thought that this Viola was probably a little sick. Who did she learn this from, calling her daughter "father" all the time?

But don't know why.

When I savor it for a while, I feel a slight sense of satisfaction for some reason.

Calm down and think carefully.