The Devil Inside

Han Solo smiled and said, "I'll get straight to the point. Ms. Adela, I think your strategy is wrong. You shouldn't demand too much of Leila's etiquette. Instead, you should let Leila let her nature run wild, and - be strict with Rachel."

Me, me?

Rachel stared.

"Why do you say that?"

Adela's eyes were cold.

"Lila's background has long been dug up. If you pay a little attention, you will know that she is an orphan of a martyr and grew up in a martyrs' children's orphanage. Leila's parents died in the battle against monsters."

Adela listened in silence.

Han Solo continued, "From an inhumane point of view, this is Leila's advantage, and it is her magic weapon to gain favor. Anyone with a sound mind and basic morals will respect Leila's parents. The more simple Leila behaves, the more she looks like a girl next door, the more sympathy she will get, and people will easily identify with her. You asked her to learn aristocratic etiquette, which is shaking her 'personality' and destroying people's imagination of her. What do you think?"

Leila frowned, Han Solo's words were too explicit.

Adela also had some resistance in her heart, but she put herself in the other's shoes and thought about it -

What would she think if a person from an orphanage suddenly started drinking red wine, eating steak, and calling themselves Gentlemen and Ladies?

She would think that this person is superficial and ridiculous, who forgets his duty after becoming a hero and tries to curry favor with the powerful. It is obvious at first glance that he is not the type to do practical work!

Just three sentences.

Han Solo convinced a stubborn old spinster to change her mind.

Adela was still stubborn: "Perhaps, I really shouldn't let Lady Leila behave like a noble, but she should know basic etiquette. That's politeness."

Han Solo shook his head, glanced at Rachel inexplicably, and smiled, "What Lyra lacks, Rachel can make up for."

In that instant, I had an epiphany!

Adela's face suddenly showed enlightenment, and she understood.

Rachel's concerns are also the concerns of Adela and the Darkwood family.

Leila personally appointed Rachel and she got the chance, but can she really seize it?

Up to now, the only title Rachel can boast of is “Marquis’s daughter”. If you insist, “disciple of the black wizard” is also one.

But these two "identities" have nothing to do with her abilities, and she is likely to be questioned and criticized.

Now, Han Solo proposes an idea:

At the Heroes' Gathering, the more Lyla looks like a monkey, the more Rachel looks like a human.

In contrast, people might think: "Although Rachel is only at level three, this dignity and elegance is not something that everyone can have. No wonder she can stand beside Lady Leila."

This obviously cannot dispel all doubts, but it is indeed an idea.

Miss Rachel...

Too weak.

Darkwood has almost no cards to play.

Adela accepted Han Solo's strategy almost instantly and said, "Mr. Han is very insightful... Indeed, Lady Lyra only needs to show her true nature, without any embellishment."

Chapter 71 #071 Home

Han Solo used his eloquence to save Leila with just a few words.

At this moment, it was Rachel who was punished to stand, while Leila was slumped on the love sofa, looking like Ge You.

Seeing her like this, Han Solo couldn't help but say, "Leila, I'm asking you to show your true self, not to indulge yourself! Look at what you look like now, do you still look like a human being? Sit up straight!"

"No. You don't know what I went through today. I was woken up by that auntie at four in the morning. The breakfast looked rich, but in fact, I was not allowed to eat it. In the end, I was only allowed to drink a cup of cereal, and I was not allowed to finish it!"

Leila looked unacceptable: "That aunt also said that noble ladies are like this. I think she is lying to me."

Ms. Adela has excellent hearing.

The room was large, but Leila's voice was not small, and she could hear her aunt's voice clearly.

Veins popped out on her forehead and she clenched her fists.

Rachel looked at her uneasily, not knowing whether she should say something to comfort Adela.

Leila was totally unaware and continued, "Nobles are so rich, they must be able to eat whatever they want! If I were rich, I would eat three cakes in the morning: one chocolate cake, one meat floss cake, and one cream cake."

Han Solo was speechless: "Is it possible that it is because we can eat whatever we want that we start to talk about rules and etiquette? Drinking only a cup of cereal in the morning is a spiritual pursuit after material satisfaction."

"What spiritual pursuit? If you can't even get enough food, then you are just a noble in vain!"

"…Isn't it true what you said?"

"right!"

How... stupid!

Han Solo decisively gave up explaining, and Leila thought she had won the battle and was very proud of herself.

She curled up her legs, perhaps to match the strappy high heels on her feet, and she rarely wore a pair of black thigh-high socks.

As she took off her shoes, she said, "I've been walking in these shoes all morning and my feet hurt so much... Han, can you talk to that auntie? I want to wear my own shoes."

quack--

Adela's fists clenched tighter and tighter, and her knuckles made a crackling sound.

Rachel was already looking at Han Solo for help.

Han Solo said, "Two things. First, don't call her auntie, it's impolite. Call her Ms. Adela. Second, if you want to say anything, just say it yourself. You're making me act like your little brother. Do you want me to be the one to offend people?"

"I'm a little afraid to talk to her." Leila lowered her voice, "She looks so fierce."

really?

I do not believe.

Leila had been confronting Adela very loudly, and this had happened just a few minutes before.

"I'm not going. If you don't want to wear high heels, go and tell me yourself."

"…cheapskate."

Leila was really sleepy. As a brave warrior, she was full of energy. But from yesterday till today, she had been learning things that she didn't agree with and that were difficult for her to accept, and her spirit was already exhausted.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and she yawned and twisted her body like a little animal.

With the soles of her feet resting on Han Solo's thighs, she laid down on the loveseat and said, "I'm so sleepy. I need to take a nap."

"..."

No?

Han Solo looked at her.

The soles of his feet, which had just been freed from his shoes, were warm and felt wet against Han Solo's thighs.

Through the not-so-thick stockings, you can see her round toes.

Han Solo sneered, pointed at her feet, and said, "You can sleep if you want, but can you please not put your feet on me? It's disgusting, take them away."

"…What are you talking about! How disgusting!?"

Leila protested loudly!

She pointed at the shoes on the ground and said, "The shoes are new, and the socks are new too, not dirty at all!"

Han Solo said seriously: "It may not be physically dirty, but it feels dirty psychologically."

"Still talking!"

Anger arises from the heart, evil comes from the courage.

Leila remembered that she had just rolled around on Han Solo's bed twice before, and was stopped by him!

New and old grudges came to her mind at once. She sneered and let out a strange "Yeah Yeah" sound from her mouth. She actually raised her leg and arched it towards Han Solo's face.

With the fungal infection just around the corner, Han Solo was also convinced.

Leila may have forgotten that she was wearing a skirt, and with her legs raised so high, she no longer looked like a lady, and she had completely lost her guard.

[What is Leila...doing? Rachel is confused. ]

[Why did she put her feet on Han's face? This is inappropriate no matter how you look at it! ]

[No matter how lacking in boundaries she is, this is too much. She doesn't have any safety pants under her skirt! ]

[Raid was successfully launched, free points +4 (from Rachel). ]

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

The words "Jinsha" appeared, and there were two more violent raids.

Han Solo was satisfied. He grabbed Lyra's slender ankles and pressed her legs down. "Okay, okay, I'm convinced by you... You can sleep however you like, okay?"

"Why didn't you say that earlier? You had to force me to take action."

Leila is a lovely person, and now she looks even more adorable and innocent when she smiles with her eyes narrowed.

She thought about it.

It was indeed impolite to put her feet on someone else. She had no choice but to twist a few times and fall over, with her head resting on Han Solo's thigh and her legs hanging on the armrest of the sofa.

[When did Leila and Han become so close? ]

[Raid was successfully launched, free points +8 (from Rachel). ]

[Raid was successfully launched, free points +8 (from Rachel). ]

Fuck it.

Han Solo thought he sighed too frequently, and he already knew how useful Rachel was.

But it was still so cool to trigger four violent raids in a row in just a few breaths!

Yeah.

You should be so sensitive and greedy. Your feeling is correct. Leila and I are your wings, Rachel!

"Miss, please pay attention."

Adela's cold voice sounded, and Rachel came back to her senses and nodded.

the other side.

Han Solo looked at Leila, who was resting with her eyes closed on his lap, and asked, "By the way, do you care about what I just said?"

"what?"

Leila opened her eyes, puzzled.

"I said that your identity as a martyr's orphan can earn you sympathy."

"Oh, that? It doesn't matter."

Han Solo looked at her: "Does it matter?"

Leila closed her eyes and turned her face away. "It doesn't matter. I don't have much impression of my parents. They were already in the reformatory when I was old enough to understand. Everyone says that I have a great pair of parents, but I feel that my parents are just great people."

"Is there a difference?"

Han Solo asked.

Leila opened her eyes and looked at the candied fruit on the coffee table. "Great parents should refer to those ordinary parents who are very good to their children. My parents are not like that. They are great people who put the safety of citizens first, even at the cost of their own lives. As for me... when I was a child, I actually hated them."

especially……

When being bullied.

Great and noble were just distant words. At that time, Leila longed for care, companionship, and love.

But obviously, she couldn't get it. She had nowhere to go.

There was silence in the spacious room for a moment.

Ms. Adela glanced at him with a flickering look in her eyes.

Leila suddenly raised her fair and slender neck and looked at Han Solo: "Why are you silent?"

Han Solo avoided the question: "I don't know what to say..."

"It's okay. I've figured it out now. Some things have to be done by someone. My father and mother must have been afraid of death, but they didn't back down. I respect them now."