The Devil Inside

Han Solo said without even looking up: "If I wanted a reward, I wouldn't give it to Rachel. You don't even need to mention it. Just let Rachel grow up quietly and surprise everyone when she returns home next time.

""—This is not okay, I will definitely report it. Miss Rachel's refining of the Sword Saint's residual soul is of great significance!

The impact of this incident is probably greater than you think, and the political situation in Zethlia will be destabilized as a result."

Rachel inherited the sword master's legacy and her future achievements will be limitless.

A 20th-level engraver can ensure the prosperity of the family;

A thirty-level engraver can protect the country.

A high-level engraver is both the face and the substance.

Han Solo said, "As far as I know, Grand Duke Zethria has some opinions about Darkwood? Rachel got the remnant soul of the Sword Master. Should this news be kept secret?"

Adela shook her head. "A struggle of that level is not something that I, the head maid, can interfere with. For my part, I would certainly suggest that you keep it secret. If the Marquis intends to publicize it, the whole country will know about it within two days."

Is it.

Han Solo was silent.

After a brief silence, Adela hesitated for a moment and suddenly said, "Thank you."

Han Solo looked up.

Adela smiled and continued, "About a year ago, I discovered a shocking fact: I lacked patience when facing Miss Rachel."

Han Solo remained silent.

"It certainly wasn't shouting at her, lecturing her, or showing her no respect. It was a subtle change that I didn't even notice right away."

Adela pondered, not knowing how to express it.

Han Solo said it for her: "When something happens, Rachel is the last thing that comes to mind. When communicating with her, no matter how respectful you appear to be, you must be perfunctory in your heart."

"" .—·How do you know?"

"It's not hard to guess. Rachel's character must have been influenced by the environment. She is not expected and not taken seriously. Ms. Adela, you are also part of the environment."

Han Solo said it bluntly, and Adela could only smile bitterly.

When Miss Rachel asked her for advice on swordplay, Adela's words were always vague and cursory;

When distributing training supplies to the young masters and young ladies, Miss Rachel's portion would never be carefully checked.

All of these are different.

"It was my mistake. After that, I consciously changed, and there should be changes -

Adela first defended herself.

Then she said, "But from today on, this will never happen again. Miss Rachel will become the most popular young generation. This is a foregone conclusion, and it is also the treatment you fought for her."

Han Solo smiled: "That's exactly what I wanted to see."

"Fuck, who are you?"

Halfway through the refining process, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in Rachel's mind.

She was startled and almost interrupted her refining.

Fortunately, a will came and helped her stabilize her magic power, so the refining could continue.

The voice continued, "Why are you panicking? You don't have any composure at all!"

"S-Sorry—"

Rachel apologized subconsciously and asked, "You—who are you?"

"You are refining me, but you don't know my identity? I am the Flower Sword Saint, don't tell me you haven't heard of it.

——-I know you. A swordsmanship master who was famous all over the world a hundred years ago, with gorgeous and extraordinary sword skills. "

The Flower Sword Master did not respond.

After a while, she sighed and said, "That boy is so miserable! He was killed before he could refine me? What a pity, I really like him."

Rachel had no idea what she was talking about.

The Flower Sword Saint said again: "With your strength, you should not be able to kill that boy. You come from a big family, right?"

"Senior, the 'boy' you are talking about, is it Han?"

"Hmm? A black-haired kid who speaks arrogantly, probably around level seven.

That's Han.

Rachel said: "Han is fine, he is the one who gave 'you' to me."

- Give? Do you mean "give as a gift"?

"Yes."

The Flower Sword Master fell silent.

After a while, she said, "Fuck, that guy is really willing to spend a lot of money to pick up girls! Sword Saint's residual soul, give it to you just like that? Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, I am, listen - a virgin."

"Even virgins won't work! With my inheritance, there's no virgin I can't find. No wonder he doesn't have sex with me.

It turns out he is a romantic. "

It is really—

It's too vulgar.

Rachel has a great figure and all her feminine features are top-notch. She sometimes dresses a little boldly, but she is actually very traditional and has always stayed away from that kind of thing.

He was trying to pick up girls and she was a virgin, she couldn't resist and just kept silent.

The Flower Sword Saint didn't care at all and carefully examined Rachel's body: "Your talent is very poor."

"I'm not a genius—"

"Don't be so nice, you are not a genius. You are a mediocre person, or even worse, a waste.

Lower-middle level.”

"Feel sorry."

"Apology to your mother again! If you have nothing else to do with your mouth, go and nag that kid. It's more useful than you. The Flower Sword Saint is helpless.

She originally thought that Han Solo would refine her, but she didn't expect to meet such a "host".

She searched more carefully and finally found a bright spot: "Not bad! The body is well polished. He is a patient person. He is not hopeless. People like you would have lived a muddle-headed life.

Now I am here to take you to the top!"

Chapter 98 #097 This Sword Master is Not Serious

Refining the residual soul of the Sword Saint is an unprecedented thing.

There were not many people in the entire Zelmon continent who had such an experience, so it was understandable that Rachel was confused.

She asked: "So, senior, what's going on? Why - - can I communicate with you?"

"There is also a gap between the remnant souls of the Sword Saints."

The inferior sword master's soul, after being refined, only imprinted some sword skills in the "host's" memory.

Whether or not one can master it, and to what extent one can master it, all depends on the host himself.

It is not surprising that you will gain nothing in the end, or even end up practicing the wrong way and end up hindering yourself.

The remaining soul of the Flower Sword Saint is extremely extraordinary.

Not only did she enhance Rachel's talents, but she also lived in her body. What Rachel saw was what she saw, and what Rachel felt was what she felt.

At critical moments, if Rachel allows, she can even temporarily take over Rachel's physical battle.

in short·--

Rachel is Xiao Yan, and the Flower Sword Saint is Yao Lao.

Rachel just found it incredible.

She felt a little resistant in her heart. Was she going to have to share the rest of her life with someone?

The Flower Sword Master seemed to see through Rachel's thoughts.

She laughed and said, "You're not talking? Do you dislike me? Don't worry, I'm a dead person, just like water without a source, a tree without roots, there will be a day when I will disappear. In a few months at the shortest, or ten years at the longest, I will disappear."

"senior·.-"

Rachel didn't know what to say.

"Your talent is poor, but this can be remedied. I also hope that my skills can be passed on. As long as you work hard and concentrate on practicing swordsmanship, I am willing to help you achieve something."

"I will work hard."

Rachel took a deep breath and said so.

"Then let's stop here. I'm going to close my five senses and slow down the loss of my 'vitality'. As for you, go get a light sword and prepare for a long enough time, then try to wake me up. We'll start practicing right away."

"I understand."

The Flower Sword Master entered a state of silence, and Rachel carried out the final finishing work.

Adela sensed the change, she waved and took Han Solo back into the room.

the other side.

The rose in Rachel's hand melted completely, leaving only green stems and leaves.

She let out a breath and slowly opened her eyes. Han Solo raised his brow.

Rachel's eyes changed, a deeper shade of blue etched into her azure pupils, like a six-petal flower in full bloom.

Adela asked, "Ms. Rachel, how do you feel?"

Rachel said nothing, just smiled.

She slowly raised her hand, and in her white palm, an illusory flower bloomed: "I have mastered the way of flourishing flowers."

“This is great news!”

Adela smiled.

She thought that she should leave now and leave the two young people alone: "I must inform the Marquis of this news immediately, Mr. Han, please take care of the young lady."

There is nothing to take care of and no one is injured.

Han Solo watched Adela leave, then turned and looked at Rachel.

Rachel calmed herself.

She straightened her face, patted the empty seat beside her, and said, "Aren't you tired of standing? Come and sit."

"Ah."

Han Solo remained calm and did not sit next to Rachel, but sat on the single sofa diagonally opposite her.

Rachel suddenly felt dissatisfied.

Why are you sitting so far away? Like a guest.

Fortunately, Han hasn’t made tea yet.

Rachel stood up decisively and poured a cup of hot tea for Han Solo. She didn't put the cup on the coffee table, but walked straight to the sofa, sat down on the armrest, and handed over the porcelain cup in her hand: "Try it, I made this tea myself."

"What's the difference?"

"With the amount of milk I like."

Is it?

Han Solo took the porcelain cup and took a sip. It was warm in the mouth and tasted like milk tea. "Not bad! It would be better if it was iced."

"You like cold drinks?"

"Ok.

.

Rachel stood up: "I'll ask the kitchen, maybe there's some ice."