The Devil Inside

"Then I will answer sincerely. The school district's trams are very high-tech. Track construction requires huge costs. The body research and development requires an excellent team. It also involves urban planning and requires foresight. It must be a great city to popularize it. But it is still cheap.

"Because the fare is so low, only two copper coins are needed to get on the bus. I can't ride on something like that, otherwise people will think I'm cheap."

Viola smiled.

What she said was very harsh, but her sweet smile made up for it.

She knocked on the table in front of her and said, "This carriage is different. Two silver coins is not a small amount, and not everyone can afford it. Of course, if it weren't for Rachel's request, I wouldn't get in the carriage. If Mr. Han wants to date me next time, he must first have a carriage of his own."

"I'd rather ride on a locomotive all my life than buy a horse-drawn carriage."

This is not a product of the times at all!

Whether from the perspective of convenience or comfort, locomotives can beat horse-drawn carriages, and no one would buy horse-drawn carriages or dogs.

"That's how shallow you are."

Snapped.

Viola took out her notes and manuscript from under her black robe and laid them on the table.

She opened the cap of the pen and said, "Time is precious, Mr. Han. I want to continue my homework. You should not disturb me."

"As you please."

The outer city of Arendelle is very large, with some places densely populated and some places with declining industries.

The knitting club, a "charity organization," was located in the old town where many migrant workers lived, and it took about three hours by horse carriage to get there.

When people are focused, they always exude a unique and charming temperament.

Viola was a beautiful person, and her eyebrows and eyes were extremely delicate.

At this moment, she was fully focused, with an indescribable sense of alienation in her green eyes, giving people the feeling that she was unattainable, yet one could not help wanting to get close to her.

I know it's not easy to get close to her, and it's very likely that after all my efforts and injuries, I still won't get a smile from her, but the desire deep in my heart is still stirring.

Han Solo believes that Viola has a magical power.

Her charm can make weak-willed people risk their lives.

Viola wrote and marked the manuscript, occasionally looking through her notes.

Her notes were filled with densely packed small characters. The handwriting was elegant and smooth, and it was obvious that she had put a lot of effort into it.

Han Solo took a few glances and found that she was studying alchemy.

There were a lot of professional terms on it, and although it was the first time he saw them, he miraculously knew what they meant.

Let’s take a look at what Viola wrote in her manuscript:

What, what is written?

She was supposed to be working on a potion formula, but her formula was full of mistakes and omissions. What made Han Solo even more desperate was that she spent so much effort on insignificant details, deleting and adding some materials that were of no benefit to the overall situation.

Watching her research really feels like a King of Glory watching a Bronze Player playing games.

For the sake of his own blood pressure, Han Solo chose not to watch.

He began to savor and ponder his own magical powers, to see if he could master several ways to use them, and also be able to soar up and down quickly and fly in the air.

It's just a thought.

Then hundreds of wonderful methods will arise.

Hey! He got it!

……

……

So, three hours later.

"The knitting club is right here. You can take this alley and walk through it, and you will reach the knitting club!"

The driver dropped the two people off and pointed out the direction.

Han Solo looked around. The place was dilapidated and old, the roads were narrow and damp, and the houses on both sides were constantly expanding upwards, like a deformed honeycomb piled up in disorder towards the sky.

Ropes are crisscrossed between the buildings, and all kinds of clothes are hung out to dry, but there is no sense of peace and harmony in life, only restlessness.

The alley the driver mentioned could only accommodate two people side by side, and it was dark inside.

Han Solo pointed to the alley: "Shall we go in?"

Viola nodded slightly: "Let's go."

Han Solo led the way. The alley was quiet and deep, and people's voices could be heard in the distance. The air was still fresh.

His expression quickly turned serious.

In the blowing wind...

A magical scent.

Chapter 41 #041 Suck, suck, suck

After passing through the alley, a church appeared in front of us.

There are many religions on the continent of Zelmon. Times have changed, and the days when priests could make things happen with a wave of their hands are long gone, but there are still many people who believe in religion.

Among them, the original religion has the largest number of believers and the largest scale.

The original religion believed in "Zelmon's Will".

Zelmon's will often manifests itself. In the upcoming gathering of heroes that Leila is attending, there will be a lecture by him. The clergy in the church are also very fanatical, and they will cut open their hearts and stomachs at any time, which is very terrifying.

Han Solo has no fondness for the Primitives.

The same goes for other demon kings.

It is said that all heroes are chosen by Zelmon's will, so it would be strange if the Demon Kings had a good impression of Him.

"Is that... the church of the Goddess of Time?"

Viola said, narrowing her emerald eyes.

Han Solo looked at her: "How do you know?"

"Isn't there a statue on the roof?" Viola pointed at the sculpture on the pointed roof of the main building of the church. "The Goddess of Time is said to be the star wrath power of the Time Demon King. She was identified as a 'cult' a hundred years ago. I didn't expect her church to exist here."

"……what?"

Han Solo was shocked.

Star Fury, is that the Star Fury he was thinking of?

Viola glanced at him: "What what?"

"The Goddess of Time is the Star Rage Power of the Time Demon King? Is this true or not?"

"This is a theory I heard. Just treat it as nonsense. What is certain is that the Time Sect was indeed identified as a cult. A hundred years ago, a great purge killed all the Time Sect members."

Viola said as she walked inside.

The two of them quickly entered the old church and stepped on the grass.

Han Solo wanted to know more about the Time Goddess, but Viola had no intention of continuing.

I thought about it.

Forget it.

A sect that has been exterminated is of no use even if the "god" they believe in is really a star wrath force.

Look at it now.

Even the church was sold and turned into the headquarters of the knitting club.

Han Solo looked at the closed door of the church and felt the atmosphere around him.

This place should have a very powerful ban, which is even stronger than the seal on the fragment in Monica's hand.

Even Han Solo has to concentrate fully to feel the magic. If he is distracted for a moment, the sensation will disappear.

But once you grasp this feeling and delve deeper, then——

turbulent.

Exciting.

Like a tide, an extremely rich magical power accumulated inside the church before one's eyes.

He was 100% sure that there was something inside, and it was very big!

He looked at Viola, who knew nothing, and asked, "Do you know what I'm here for?"

Viola looked at him suspiciously. "Of course I know that you have a wild idea of becoming Teacher Monica's student. I really want to persuade you to give up. It will only waste your time and energy, but I deeply understand and sincerely sympathize that people do not have self-knowledge. Some truths can only be understood after being bruised and battered. I'm already waiting to see you laugh at me."

"...If you want to mock me, just say it directly. Do you think you are cultured by talking for such a long time?"

Viola smiled brightly: "Sorry, I'm not good at laughing at others."

You are obviously good at it!

Han Solo didn't bother with her for the time being, but spoke more bluntly: "Next, I hope you won't act rashly. If you can't do it, leave now. If your mistake causes me to miss the opportunity - I won't let you go."

Viola frowned. Han Solo's words seemed threatening.

"Won't let you go"?

What do you mean, do you want to kill someone?

Han Solo looked at her, very seriously: "Have I made myself clear?"

"what!"

Viola sneered, "Han Solo, you pissed me off. I won't act rashly, but there can no longer be a friendship between us! After today, don't come to see me!"

While they were talking, they stepped onto the stairs.

"Good afternoon, both of you!"

At the church door, a woman in a simple long dress put her hands together in front of her chest and greeted in a friendly manner.

She looked at the two of them and asked, "Are you two... a couple? Do you want to knit a heart-shaped sweater for each other to witness your loyal love?"

"Please don't say that. It's disgusting."

Viola's face was expressionless and she denied it in an extremely defensive manner.

The woman looked flustered and stuttered, "T-terribly sorry! Uh... no matter what, please both of you try your knitting skills. Knitting can cultivate your sentiments and calm your mind. The knitted sweaters and scarves can be given to family members or friends. Although they are not valuable, they are precious gifts full of your thoughts and witness your friendship!"

"Aha."

Viola sighed.

She really didn't understand what was so good about trying knitting. If she had that much time, she might as well read a few more books to cultivate her sentiments.

the other side.

Han Solo smiled and said, "I am very interested in knitting, but I have never tried it..."

"As long as you are interested, that's fine! The purpose of our knitting club is to promote knitting skills. We welcome anyone!"

The woman pushed open the heavy church door, handed over four silver knitting needles, and said, "These are knitting tools. Our club provides them for free. Please accept them."

Han Solo reached out to take the knitting needle. Although Viola was unhappy, she cooperated and pinched it.

The next moment, something strange happened.

The sharp knitting needles at both ends suddenly "came to life", bending like snakes, and the sharp tips pierced Han Solo and Viola's fingers like lightning, infusing them with a "will"!

"call."

The woman in the long skirt who had been smiling at him a second ago let out a sigh, her face now full of gloom.

She took down the bell hanging behind her, rang it, and said, "Follow me."

"..."

"..."

Han Solo and Viola stayed where they were, motionless.

Logically speaking, they are now controlled by that "will" and when they hear the sound of the bell, they will involuntarily follow the woman into the church.