The Devil Inside

Monica could see roughly enough, but Viola could hardly see anything.

Han Solo let out a sigh and felt that he should be more patient.

Plunder grade, two stars.

Just bear with it for now, and then I’ll make her die!

……

……

The locomotive moved forward steadily. Viola looked at the passing scenery outside the window. Her mood...

Somewhat bad.

It has been seven years since I came to Arendelle.

She was lucky enough to be noticed by Professor Monica and learn real skills from her.

When it comes to spellcasting alone, her skills are top-notch in Arendelle!

only……

"It's still not enough. Everyone knows that I'm a noble, but what kind of noble am I? I only have a title! Sending me to Arendelle was already a great effort. The training resources I can master are not even comparable to those of a student from an ordinary family in Arendelle!"

Viola appears noble on the surface, but when things don't go her way, she curses people like "untouchable" and "commoner," as if she is from a very high class.

Her family was indeed a large aristocratic family in a small country.

But the family property had fallen on hard times, and by the time it was passed on to her father's generation, it had become a poor family with deep debts and was unable to make ends meet, so it was ruthlessly plundered by others.

The last of the wineries was sold a few years ago in exchange for Viola's tuition and living expenses in Arendelle.

The entire family is left with nothing but old honor and poverty, as well as excessive expectations or curses for Viola.

In other words, Viola has learned a lot, and her hiring fee as a spellcaster is relatively high.

In the past two years, she has been away from home all year round. Under the pretext of "actual combat", she was hired by major adventure groups with high salaries. She went through life and death in the old forest to supplement her family income.

Viola was particularly irritable today.

Because of two things.

The first is the breakfast I just had at Rachel’s house.

Rachel is just an ordinary descendant of the Darkwood family, but she not only owns a villa, but also has more than a dozen servants.

A leopard can be seen in the tube.

How luxurious and decadent must the Darkwood family's castle be?

Viola didn't want to think about it.

But she couldn't control her thoughts. They were all aristocrats. When had she ever enjoyed what Rachel was enjoying now?

Especially Rachel's words, "I will give you corresponding compensation afterwards", made her even more embarrassed.

Viola knew that Rachel was different from those slutty bitches out there, and she said that out of respect and courtesy, with no other meaning.

But Viola's self-esteem is so fragile and sensitive...

The more you want to ignore it, the more you care about it.

In the end, I couldn't help myself and was in a bad mood;

The second is what happened with Professor Trigg.

Viola realized early on that being just a spellcaster wasn't enough.

Even if you achieve first-class results, there is actually not much benefit.

Without connections and background, no matter how skilled you are, it is difficult to hold a high position and restore the family's glory. After returning to China, you will most likely become a marginal court mage in the royal family and receive a fixed salary.

of course.

If you are strong enough to ignore everything else, then you will naturally gain both fame and fortune.

By then, not to mention the motherland, you can also go to the Kingdom of Elzlia.

But to reach that state, one needs at least twenty years of hard practice.

During her study in Arendelle, Viola discovered a shortcut——

Alchemist.

Most people think that alchemy is a branch of combat and potions are only for engravers.

Viola thought so at first, but later found out that she was totally wrong.

A "repairing fluid" to lighten scars;

"Anti-wrinkle Essence" to smooth out wrinkles;

A soothing incense that helps you sleep.

Alchemy has infinite potential in "civilian" use. In recent years, a large proportion of the nouveau riche and tycoons in various countries are practitioners in the alchemy industry!

A few months ago, Viola had almost finished her studies with Monica.

After obtaining permission, she immediately became Professor Trigg's apprentice and became an alchemy apprentice.

She wanted to ride on Professor Trigg's fame.

The efficacy of civilian alchemy products varies little, and whether they sell well depends mainly on the fame of the alchemist who uses them as products.

Last night.

Viola learned that Professor Trigg urgently summoned three students, saying that he wanted to conduct a "unprecedented" chemical analysis. If there were any results, it would be a great achievement that would "go down in history". Those who participated in this project would achieve "world-renowned" achievements.

Treat academics.

Professor Trigg meant business.

He was always very strict in his choice of words for academic projects, and he used three extremely exaggerated descriptions in a row, which could only mean that the project he was working on might be a...

"Great Deeds"!

Unfortunately.

There were three students, and Viola was not among them; she was not invited.

This morning, before her date with Rachel, Viola actually went to District One.

She saw that Arendelle had sent out the "Code Warriors" to tightly seal off the scene, and even she was not allowed to enter.

This further confirmed her thoughts.

The Codex Warriors, Arendelle's ace force, Professor Trigg's project, are protected at the highest level.

"I'm always... just a little bit short."

There was annoyance in Viola's green eyes.

A sigh escaped from her red lips, and she thought again: "Perhaps, I should let go of my pride. Only when you give up can you gain."

Han Solo looked up and heard Viola sigh inexplicably.

But he didn't care.

Chapter 40 #040 This person is poisonous

The locomotive stopped in front of the giant castle outpost on the edge of the floating school district. Han Solo and Viola got off the car and stood in the whistling wind.

Even though it was his second time, Han Solo was still amazed.

Arendelle has a lot of cool, including the floating island cableway and the black-armored cavalry. No wonder it is known as the "holy land of the engravers", it's quite something.

After showing the ID at the gate, they were allowed to pass.

Han Solo stepped onto the chain, and Viola said, "Are you going to go down?"

Han Solo turned around: "What else?"

"Of course, go down as a spellcaster."

Viola stretched out her white hand from the black robe, and her slender fingers drew two circles. Dark magic power immediately emerged, wrapping and lifting her and Han Solo.

It first floated slightly into the air, and then fell down at high speed!

The height of fifty meters passed in the blink of an eye, and they landed softly.

Han Solo was standing on the ground, already in the outer city. He was a little surprised: "Awesome... Is this your imprinting ability?"

Viola's red lips curled up.

After getting off the motorcycle and seeing the majestic Giant Fortress outpost, her tense mood relaxed a little.

She thought that her attitude in the car just now was a bit rude.

This shouldn't be the case.

Han Solo did nothing wrong, so you shouldn't take your anger out on him.

She agreed to come and help him, and no one forced her.

Although she will no longer have any contact with this man, just like she said, she should be more cheerful and leave this Han Solo with a story -

Good memories.

Viola smiled and said, "This is 'casting skills', which is a basic skill. It's like swordsmanship. Some people can launch continuous attacks, accurately and gracefully, while others can only clumsily chop wood. I use my magic power very skillfully, so I can stay in the air and glide."

Han Solo thought for a moment.

"Don't bother worrying about it, Mr. Han. My talent is not comparable to yours. I'm not bragging, this is certified by Teacher Monica herself. She said that my talent is only slightly worse than hers..."

Viola raised her hand and made a gesture that would drive a Korean man crazy.

Han Solo smiled but said nothing, watching her show off quietly.

"You can never do what I can do. This is not your fault, but the injustice of fate. I am also very sorry. I am the one who is favored by Zelmon's will."

Ok.

Viola's technique is indeed good.

Not only can she use her magic power to send people down, but she can also accurately control the landing. Next to the two of them is the starting point of the cableway, and there are several rental carriages parked nearby.

But what's with her opera-like accent?

Does she think she's funny?

Helplessly, the driver came forward to solicit business: "Where are you two going?"

Han Solo said, "The Knitting Club."

Knitting club?

So far!

The driver held up two fingers: "Only two silver coins."

Han Solo is shocked!

It feels a bit expensive.

It's normal if you think about it. In a society like this, renting a horse-drawn carriage is a luxury service industry that ordinary people would never consider.

The one who rents out a horse-drawn carriage is definitely not a single person. The driver in front of him obviously does not have his own carriage. He is a professional driver.

Paid the money and got in the car.

Viola took off her hood, letting her long blond hair fall down, and she looked around the carriage.

The carriage was fairly large, with a small table fixed between two rows of facing seats.

There was a kerosene lamp and a plate of snacks on the table, which was a good service and took into account the employer's vanity.

She took out a silk handkerchief, wiped the chair, and sat down leisurely.

Han Solo was already seated.

He looked at Viola and said, "Miss Viola, where is your proud moral integrity? Isn't it said that public transportation is dirty? Why did you sit down?"

"You want to quarrel with me?"

"I ask this sincerely."