The Devil Inside

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"We are clear now. We can get to know each other again and slowly date."

Completely different from Rachel, Viola is an extremely confident person and never thinks that she is inferior to others in any way.

It was her style to only speak half of the words. She habitually sought to take the initiative, and Han Solo had to experience the remaining half himself.

the other side.

Are we even now?

Han Solo smiled and said, "It's good that we're even. Viola, I'm going back to my room now. I'm very tired."

no-

Viola, wasn't she clear just now?

She is free at noon!

Such a clear hint - no, it was already an explicit indication. Could it be that Han Solo didn't understand what she meant?

Why don’t you hurry up and make an appointment to improve the relationship between both parties? What are you waiting for!

It’s not every day that Miss Viola is so kind!

Han Solo turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a woman walking towards him.

She looked young, with ice-blue eyes, short hair, and leather hot pants.

The moment this person appeared, Han Solo keenly felt a "chill". It was not a sudden drop in temperature, but someone's mood suddenly turned bad.

He turned his head and saw Viola frowning, with undisguised disgust in her delicate green eyes.

"——·An enemy? Or someone you hate?"

Han Solo wondered to himself.

The person who came was none other than the Chief of Staff of the Thieves Guild, Cornflower.

Cornflower ignored Han Solo and walked up to Viola. "Miss, I heard that you wanted to reserve a top-of-the-line furnace at the Sage Stone Alchemy Workshop? I've already done it for you."

pat.

Cornflower placed a key on the stone table.

Viola looked at her: "The one who made a reservation for a top-of-the-line stove for half a year in one go - is it you?

Cornflower smiled and nodded: "Yes, I know you need it, so I prepared it in advance. The top-end furnace costs fifty silver coins to rent for one day. I am worried that you can't afford it."

An unknown woman appeared inexplicably, spoke inexplicably and left inexplicably.

Han Solo was completely oblivious to the situation. He looked at the short-haired girl who dropped her keys and walked away with her hips twitching. He thought that she looked pretty good, but her temperament was particularly cold and she didn't look like a good person.

He asked: "Who is this, your friend?"

"Friend? Don't disgust me."

Viola said, looking at the key on the stone table with complicated eyes.

After a moment, she suddenly sneered, raised her white palm, and like a cat, pushed the keys on the table to the ground with her fingertips.

Han Solo just watched.

He didn't know what was going on now.

The relationship between the short-haired girl and Viola is also intriguing. The short-haired girl calls Viola "Miss", but her attitude is clearly playful and even frivolous, and has nothing to do with respect.

"Han Solo, you don't want to say anything?

Viola withdrew her hand and looked at him.

Han Solo looked confused: "What? Who is that?"

"Good question, I need to think about how to answer it——"

Viola put her fingers under her chin and really thought: "In short, you can think of her as a bitch who desperately wants to guard the house, but unfortunately she can't get my permission to enter the house."

Just yesterday, Viola was called a "stray dog" by the girl with the ponytails.

She holds grudges and is wildly vindictive, pressing this trope directly on Cornflower.

Han Solo was even more confused: "Sorry, I don't understand."

"Stupid as a pig!"

".--You are talking too abstractly, who can understand? If I were as stupid as a pig, there would be no smart people in this world!"

"Ha! You mean, this is my problem?"

Han Solomon asked, "What else?"

Viola snorted coldly: "Stupid. I don't want to talk to you for three minutes."

Okay, okay, let’s play it this way.

Han Solo nodded and took a step forward, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Looking back, Viola leaned forward, grabbed his arm, and said with a smile: “Just kidding, I’m kidding you.

Mr. Han, please take a seat. I think we can talk about the weather in Fort Collins. You must have seen a lot of interesting things there. "

"Miss Viola, I cannot speak to you for three minutes."

"Oh, you really are - please tolerate my willfulness and forgive my outrageous words, okay? I promise, I won't lose my temper with you again."

Han Solo is fucked.

Viola's current appearance is extremely artificial.

She clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked at him with extremely soft eyes, her whole face exuding innocence and pity.

Everyone knew that she was just pretending.

But even though I knew it in my heart, I still couldn't help but want to obey her wishes.

This woman——has such a strong hand.

Han Solo wanted to sit down, but it was embarrassing to sit down:

He could leave, but didn't really want to.

After hesitating for a while, Viola said, "The person just now is generally called 'Cornflower'. She is the owner of the White Horse Club in Arendelle. Do you know the White Horse Club? It's a high-end social venue."

"A high-end social venue, to put it bluntly, is a high-end silver party."

Viola one one.

She calmed herself down and continued, "She and I have some connection, right? But our relationship is rather twisted. You can understand it as me competing with her. Either I bow my head or she bows her head."

Han Solo understood: "I see, you are fighting for the initiative, right?"

Viola blinked slowly. "Yes, that's a very good point. I take it back. The word "stupid as a pig" is obviously not suitable for you."

Cornflowers bring the keys, an act of friendship tinged with malice.

Viola wouldn't have it.

She actually doesn't reject the Thieves Guild, just as she doesn't reject the Lady of the Night.

What annoyed her were only Cornflower and the attitude of the Zethria branch of the Thieves Guild.

They always want her to bow her head.

Viola thinks that ——

They obviously don't know who the real owner of the Thieves Guild is.

This is actually quite understandable.

The Thieves Guild has existed for a long time, and the chiefs of staff in each region control everything and have long regarded themselves as the masters.

In their eyes, the "Marker of the Lady of Night" is just a tool for fighting for power and profit.

Take Cornflower for example, does she really want to assist Viola?

not necessarily.

Viola would rather believe that Cornflower just needed her flag, the flag of "the most affinity ever, engraver of the Lady of Night".

She wants to control Viola and expand her jurisdiction. She is not satisfied with being the "Chief of Staff of Zeslia"

Want to become a complete and true guild master.

"Han Solo—"

'Very suddenly,' cried Viola.

Han Solo turned around and saw Viola slowly stand up and pick up the book on the table: "I might become a bad woman."

Han Solo was confused and said, "You're not that good now."

"Really? Well, I can't deny it."

Viola shook the small box in her hand and said, "Thank you for the brooch. It's in good taste. I like it very much."

"As long as you like it."

"-goodbye.""

Viola said goodbye very solemnly, then suddenly turned around and walked towards the building.

Han Solo looked at her back.

Just now, Viola seemed to have made a very important decision.

Han Solo wanted to ask, but his relationship with Viola was obviously not that close.

He just stood there, watching her back disappear behind the door.

A black raven flew over suddenly and dived into Han Solo's body. It was the messenger.

Trigg's voice rang in his mind: "Master Han, you're back? I don't know if you are free now. Please come to my research institute, please!"

His voice was tired and urgent.

To be honest, Han Solo didn't want to go.

only·

He looked in the direction Viola left, released the terrier, and replied: "I'll be there soon."

Chapter 103 #102 Swinging Viola

Taking the locomotive, Han Solo arrived at the First School District.

From a distance, he noticed that something was different here.

Soldiers wearing uniform silver armor and holding long swords guarded everywhere, surrounding Trigg's research institute. As soon as Han Solo appeared, several eyes locked on him, as if they would launch an attack in the next second.

"Master Han! Master Han!"

Fortunately, Trigg was already waiting at the intersection.

He was wearing a white coat, had dark circles under his eyes, and looked very bad.

Seeing Han Solo, he hurriedly came up to him and said enthusiastically: "You are here? Oh--"-Long time no see, long time no see!"

It won’t be long, right?

And are we very familiar with each other? Not necessarily!

Han Solo asked, "Why is the professor standing guard here? How embarrassing!"

"Don't call me professor. What kind of professor am I in front of you? Just call me Little Trigg. I am your student."

Come on, that's a bit disgusting.

Trigger took Han Solo's hand and led him through the guards.

On the way, the law warriors who were ordered to guard this place cast puzzled looks at him. Who is this guy?

Soon, the research institute was in sight.