The Devil Inside

She brought two cups of tea and then half-lay on the sofa, one hand on her temple and the other holding a book.

Monica was reading, demure and silent.

Han Solo didn't know whether to sit or leave. After a moment of silence, he said, "Teacher Monica--"

"Ok?"

Very fast! Monica responded immediately!

She closed the book, stood up and looked at Han Solo with her wine-red eyes and a smile, her hands on her stomach. The previous posture seemed to be deliberately made, she had been waiting for Han Solo to speak.

Han Solo calmed himself.

"It seems that the contract we made yesterday failed... I don't know what happened, but after I smeared the blood on the dragon skin paper, the paper suddenly rotted and turned into powder."

"Really? It should be a problem with the dragon skin paper."

Monica had already prepared a plan.

She smiled and shook her head, somewhat helplessly: "That piece of dragon skin paper was given to me by someone a few years ago. I doubted its authenticity at the time. Now it seems that it is just a very convincing fake. If it was real, it would never be shattered for no reason."

Han Solo was silent.

He had a feeling that Monica seemed to be making excuses for him.

“…Is that so?”

he asked.

Monica avoided answering and just smiled and said, "I have some face in Arendelle. I will go and say hello to Commissioner Beckett. Beckett is the logistics commissioner, responsible for the supply of materials in Arendelle, and has the ability to get excellent messengers."

Han Solo hesitated: "I don't have much money right now."

How much do you need?

I have it here.

Monica subconsciously wanted to take out her wallet, but finally restrained herself.

"Well...can I lend you some? After all, you are my, uh, student. I can support you."

She tried.

Han Solo raised his hand and shook it. "I'll handle it myself. It doesn't matter if there is no courier. It's not necessary."

Monica opened her mouth and was about to say something when a bird with a sharp beak suddenly flew over and pierced Han Solo's body.

…is the messenger.

Ross's voice rang in Han Solo's mind: "Han, are you free now? Several cadres from the Zethria Fateweaver Society have arrived. If it's convenient, come over for lunch; if not, let's make another appointment. Everyone wants to see you."

Monica smiled and just watched.

Han Solo said, "Teacher, Steward Ross asked me to meet him."

"I told you, we are not teacher and student, you don't need to ask me about your affairs; if you need anything, you can come to me." Monica said, "The butler of the Marquis's Mansion is looking for you, it must be something important, go ahead."

"Then I...will leave first."

It's already past nine o'clock. If we rush over, it will be almost lunch time.

[Butler Ross...huh? How despicable! How dare you disturb the time I'm alone with Master Han!]

[I have to find an opportunity to give him a beating. If he continues to mess with me, I will make life miserable for the entire Darkwood family!]

[Raid was successfully launched, free points +2 (from Monica). ]

Han Solo, frozen.

He looked at the golden sand characters on the floor of the tea room and his pupils trembled!

What, what’s going on?

Is Teacher Monica in a bad mood? Her mind is full of murderous intent!

And, Lord Han?

This "Mr. Han" is referring to me?

"what happened?"

Monica's gentle voice sounded, Han Solo turned his head and saw a sweet smile on her face.

He was very calm: "Teacher Monica, I'm leaving first."

"Bon Voyage."

Monica smiled.

Chapter 59 #059 Wu Zuo

Monica watched Han Solo leave.

When she could no longer hear the footsteps, she suddenly turned around and looked at the cold tea on the table.

If I remember correctly, Han Solo seemed to have only taken one sip?

This is such a waste, tea is very expensive!

Monica stood up, and her white fingers hooked the handle of the cup as if possessed by a magic spell, and she had already raised the cup to her lips.

Subconsciously, she turned and looked towards the door.

There was no one at the door.

She lowered her head and looked at the teacup in her hand, her eyes flickering.

As long as you put your lips to the rim of the cup and sip gently, you can... you can...

"Boom!"

Monica slammed the teacup down, and the light green tea in the cup splashed and landed on the back of her hand.

"Monica, please don't be like this, it looks really pitiful."

However, you can still sit on the chair that Lord Han sat on.

Monica held her long skirt with her hands behind her back, bent her knees, lowered her waist, and sat on the sofa where Han Solo had just sat.

How did Lord Han sit before?

so?

Still like this?

Ah… I don’t quite dare look directly at Lord Han. It feels like he’s sitting like this.

Monica slightly opened her legs and sat with her legs spread out like a bandit leader.

After a moment, she decided she was being a little childish.

Sitting down in her usual lazy posture, Monica raised her slender fingers and measured her curves with her fingertips from the back of her shoulder to the side of her leg.

She is a gorgeous person, but she doesn't care about her appearance.

just now.

Monica felt an inexplicable throbbing and thought to herself, "My body should be no worse than that of a 17 or 18-year-old girl."

the other side.

Han Solo walked out of the Shadow Chasing Society, turned around, and glanced at the building.

In his opinion, the Jinsha text is a "system prompt".

Its real value lies not in reminding you of changes in attribute values, but in the information revealed in those strange descriptions.

Accurate.

clear.

There is no doubt about it.

What Jinsha's words depict must be true. It never falsifies anything, and no one can deceive it.

"Lord Han".

Han Solo was sure that he saw these three words. Monica seemed to have an inexplicable longing for him.

Where does this admiration come from?

Think carefully and analyze calmly.

He could never be called an "adult" now, especially when facing Monica.

The only possibility——

Could it be that Professor Monica has already realized, or vaguely guessed, that he is the Time Demon King? !

"This shouldn't be the case."

Han Solo shook his head.

The Time Demon King shed his shell and was reborn as a mortal being, willingly giving up all his power and leaving only the "Blade of Time" as a defense. It can be said that he left with nothing.

At this point, no one and no means can find out Han Solo's identity.

Monica is really cool.

But with her current level, she is still far from it.

"Those strange feelings I had yesterday were indeed real. She arranged for me to stay on the third floor and left on her own initiative when I contracted the virtual creature. This Monica always considered me in every way and was so cautious."

"But for some reason, she didn't seem to want me to notice her kindness..."

If Monica had ulterior motives, she didn't need to pretend to be nice. She could have controlled herself with rough means. Why bother pretending?

Han Solo decided that he could pretend he knew nothing and just enjoy her attentive service.

After all, he is “Lord Han”.

A little erotic.

There is no need to say anything. When what she wants becomes unbearable, she will speak up herself.

Han Solo withdrew his gaze and walked towards the tram station.

……

……

In the third school district, in front of Rachel's villa.

Han Solo walked over slowly and found that Butler Ross was waiting at the door. This -

How embarrassing?

He trotted forward and said, "Butler Ross!"

"coming?"

Ross smiled kindly, and even the hideous scars on his face seemed much softer.

He smiled and said, "Originally, the discussion was scheduled to be held tomorrow, but Mr. Tibbs has to go on a business trip tomorrow. He asked me if I could advance the meeting. He wanted to see you anyway... I had no choice but to send a message. I'm sorry for my poor preparation."

Han Solo shook his head. Who could stand being so polite all the time?

He said, "Butler Ross, you don't have to be so reserved. I came to Arendelle alone and don't have many friends. I only have a good relationship with Rachel and Lyla. You have watched Rachel grow up, and Rachel treats you as an elder. I also hope to be closer to you."

"Oh - that's great! I've known for a long time that you are so brave and a young hero, and I've always wanted to get close to you!"

Ross looked very happy.

He gestured with his hands and said, "Let's go, let's go to the Auschwitz Restaurant. Mr. Tibers is incredible. Although he is only a 'baron', he is a truly wealthy man. He owns a railway company and several mines. He is also a member of the Arendelle Board of Directors and has a huge influence in this academic city! Today's game was set up by him."

The Arendelle Board of Directors?

Han Solo nodded and said with a smile: "Should I wear formal clothes to meet such an important person?"

"It's just a small gathering, no need to be too formal."

The two got on the carriage and drove towards the Auschwitz Restaurant.

On the way, Ross said.

The Zesilia branch of the Fateweaver Society has more than 170 members, but only four will come today. This is a high-end game.