The Devil Inside

When he came to his senses, Han Solo had returned to the carriage.

Beckett stared, and when he saw him coming, he asked hurriedly, "What's going on?"

Han Solo threw the blood in his hand over and said, "I have killed him. Mr. Tibbers had a strong desire to live. Before he died, he said that he had 400,000 gold coins and wanted to give me half of them. His dirty words were unbearable to hear. I refused him."

"Refuse, refuse?"

Beckett didn't quite understand.

Han Solo nodded: "Yes, I refused."

"No... I mean..." Beckett lowered his voice and glanced out the window, "He's dead?"

"died."

"You really killed him!"

Han Solo smiled. "I mean what I say. The thing in your hand is the mark he extracted. The existence of this thing shows that his heart is not as calm as he appears to be. He fears death. Feel it carefully, your body should be longing for it."

Beckett's heart was trembling, and for a moment, he couldn't digest it.

Han Solo has just arrived and may not know enough about Arendelle.

But Beckett knew that Tibbs was definitely a first-rate figure.

What does it mean to have a fortune of four hundred thousand gold coins?

Of course, it can't be compared with big countries like the Kingdom of Elzlia and the Principality of Zeslia. But for some small countries on the Zelmon continent, this is dozens or even a hundred years of tax revenue!

Such a wealthy man actually died.

Brutally murdered by an inexplicable kid.

Beckett had no intention of feeling the blood-red light ball in his hand. His thoughts paused and his brain went blank. After a moment, he suddenly felt a "string" in his brain suddenly break!

He felt relieved.

That is--

Devil's Pact.

The evil contract, branded on the spirit and witnessed by the powerful in the virtual world, lost its effectiveness and could no longer restrain Beckett.

Once the devil's contract is signed, it will only become invalid under two circumstances.

The first is to complete the contract content;

The second is the death of either party to the contract.

Only at this moment did Beckett truly believe that Tibers was dead, killed by Han Solo!

"This is crazy...Han Solo, I can't judge you."

Beckett looked at Han Solo with unspeakable feelings in his heart.

He shook his head and laughed, then added: "You have a fiery temper and superb skills! A fifth-level player killed a ninth-level player. No wonder even Professor Monica looks at you differently! You are right. Money, power, and beautiful women... Unknowingly, I have become extremely weak."

Beckett had to admit it.

After knowing for sure that Han Solo killed Tibers...

His silent heart began to beat, and his blood, which had long been cold, also surged slightly.

"How did I become like this?"

Beckett was silent and thoughtful.

"Tibers wanted to kill me. I knew that clearly, but my reaction was not like that of a normal human. I was not angry, nor did I seek to fight back. I was just terrified and uneasy. I even felt that... a head-on confrontation was stupid, and fighting violence with violence was even more unacceptable. I should use a more rational method to solve the problem."

"Because Tibers is 'stronger' than me, and his position is 'higher' than mine."

"Even if I kill him, there will be no 'good' for me."

Beckett felt sad.

He looked at Han Solo, his tone calm and his expression serious: "Perhaps, I have really been tamed, without realizing it."

On the other hand, Han Solo just felt insulted.

He shook his hands and said, "What do you mean by fiery? It makes me sound like I have no brains... Mr. Committee Member, I chose to take the initiative, including what I said to you before, for a reason. Do you think I was just hitting randomly?"

"reason?"

"Just now, my engraving has undergone some changes."

Han Solo replied with a smile, and Beckett reacted.

He asked curiously, "You saved another person who was 'destined to fall into the abyss'? That person was me?"

Han Solo nodded: "That's right. I only need one more and I can have a rare mark."

The information on the panel has been updated:

[Special: Redeem the desperate.]

[Current progress: 2/3. 】

Chapter 66 #066 He committed suicide

Beckett's mood became very good when he learned that Han Solo had completed another progress.

Certainly not for Han Solo.

mainly--

The evolutionary condition of "Doom Weaver" is to "save those who have fallen into the abyss and enable them to have a normal life."

This shows that the crisis is over, the matter is over, and Beckett has escaped bad luck.

On the other side, Han Solo looked at Beckett, who had a disgusting smile on his face, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

He knew very well that there was no risk in killing Tibers.

Tibers' identity is very sensitive. If the Sheriff's Bureau gets involved and digs deeper, it will be disastrous.

What if someone were to discover that Tiberus was colluding with the ancient sin demon and intending to destroy Arendelle? Who would be unlucky then, Han Solo or the "High Priest"?

So this matter will most likely come to nothing.

Even if Director Tibbs was "shot eight times in the back and committed suicide", it cannot be that his "body and head were separated and he was murdered by criminals."

Avenge him, yes.

But he cannot interfere with the grand plan, and it would be most reasonable to wait until the "Lord Demon" arrives before settling the score.

therefore--

Just kill him, there will be no follow-up.

The carriage stopped in front of the committee building. Beckett got off first and took Han Solo to his office.

Along the way, staff members kept greeting him warmly, and Beckett changed his aloof attitude and responded with a smile.

He entered the office and sat behind his desk.

Beckett picked up the intercom and ordered, "Send my backup courier over."

Just a moment.

His secretary came over, put a square box on the coffee table, and said, "Mr. Commissioner, this is your courier."

Beckett waved him off.

Han Solo sat on the sofa, a little surprised: "It's a male secretary? I thought you would find a fair-skinned and beautiful female secretary."

"Dirty."

Beckett was extremely disdainful.

Having a secretary of the opposite sex is likely to arouse people's fantasies and will inevitably lead to criticism, so it's not worth it.

He stood up and walked over, opening the box.

Pull out the foam filling, and inside is a strange beast sealed in amber.

It has a tiger head, dog ears, a unicorn tail and a lion's tail. The most peculiar thing is undoubtedly the four pairs of eyes on its face.

There were four on each side. These palm-sized little beasts looked unusual...

ferocious.

"This is the Hundred-Eyed Terrier, a very valuable messenger. All members of the Arendelle City Council use this." Beckett introduced. "Originally, I prepared another one for you, but now it seems that only this one is suitable."

"Hundred eyes?"

It’s obviously eight eyes.

Han Solo asked, "Is this courier powerful?"

Beckett didn't really want to give it to someone who didn't know its value.

“Generally speaking, the quality of a messenger can be evaluated from three aspects: speed, stability, and functionality.”

"In terms of convenience and stability, the performance of the Hundred-Eyed Terrier is above average. It moves very fast in the virtual world, its racial abilities are also excellent, it is not easy to die, and it can accurately transmit information."

"As for the final functionality, it can be said that the functionality of the Hundred-Eyed Terrier is extremely powerful. This is the only reason why the six committee members chose it as a messenger."

Beckett spoke as he grabbed Han Solo's wrist.

The dagger slashed and cut the palm.

Han Solo frowned, watching his blood dripping down. Beckett stretched out his hand and guided the blood flow.

In the blink of an eye, he cast a continuous spell, writing the "contract" in every drop of blood and injecting it into amber.

The transparent amber melted quickly, and the ears of the Hundred-Eyed Terrier sealed in it trembled. Its eight eyes opened at the same time and looked at Han Solo.

at the same time.

Inexplicable information suddenly appeared in his mind, and Han Solo realized that he had a mysterious and close connection with the Hundred-Eyed Terrier:

[Contract Messenger]

[You have been connected to the fate of the virtual creature "Hundred-Eyed Terrier". Your thoughts are connected. You can drive the Hundred-Eyed Terrier with just a thought. ]

[Hundred-eyed Terrier: A rare courier. 】

[A strange creature that can easily cross the barrier between the virtual world and the material world and travel freely between the two worlds. Normally, when it possesses you, you gain 'wisdom' and 'sharp eyes', providing you with unique bonuses. ]

[Wisdom: The Hundred-Eyed Terrier is an extremely intelligent little beast. In the "Possession" state, it provides you with 25 points of intelligence. ]

[Sharp Eyes: The perception ability of the Hundred-Eyed Terrier is extremely strong. Most of the "spying" and "monitoring" against you cannot escape its eyes. Once discovered, it will immediately issue a warning. 】

Han Solo saw it and was quite satisfied.

The messenger is a virtual creature.

Most of the creatures in the virtual world can roam in the material world for a short time, but they are weak and unable to maintain their descending state for a long time, so they must suck the blood of the "host".

Specific performance:

Reduce Constitution by 10, and continue the messenger's existence;

Reduces intelligence by 10, making the courier mentally stable.

There are a lot of these.

The Hundred-Eyed Terrier is different. When in possession, not only does it not reduce the host's attributes, it also adds 25 intelligence points, which is quite amazing.

"Sharp Eyes" is also quite good.

This little thing is a radar, it can prevent tracking and eavesdropping.

"Amazing."

Han Solo said.

"How can a messenger used exclusively by the six commissioners be bad? The anti-eavesdropping ability of the Hundred-Eyed Terrier is outstanding. There are very few of them in the world, and their value is difficult to estimate. If I were not the 'Logistics Support Commissioner', I would not have a second one."

Beckett said.

He looked at Han Solo's slowly healing palm and asked curiously, "Han Solo, your self-healing ability...is it a bit exaggerated? Your palm has healed!"

"Are you envious?"

"Your ability is somewhat similar to Professor Trigg's latest research results! Professor Trigg recently discovered a formula that will scare you to death - it's the gifted potion! The formula for the gifted potion!"