The Devil Inside

Too expensive, isn’t it?

Viola smiled: "It's too precious to describe. What you showed me is a technique that can make me successful and prosperous. It can allow me to have a relatively successful life."

"I won't give it to you for free. I'm going to ask for a price."

"Oh?"

Viola showed some interest: "Tell me. If you're going to say something disgusting like 'a kiss', I'll never talk to you again in my life."

"..—·I'm not Sleeping Beauty, why do I need your kiss?"

"Please say."

Viola put down the conical flask and sat down opposite.

Han Solo asked: "Do you know the 'Twelve-Hour Device'?"

"I've learned a little bit these past two days. The holy weapon of the Light Sect is said to have infinite power. It was forged by the Demon King of Time himself. It's a divine weapon."

"I am very interested in the twelve-hour machine. If you bring me one or provide me with accurate information, the formula of the 'Anger Potion' will be yours."

Viola frowned.

Han Solo's request cannot be met by ordinary engravers.

The Twelve Hour Instrument was extremely powerful, and it was either in the hands of the remnants of the Time Cult or was taken away by a big shot from the Witch Hunting Agency a hundred years ago. Even if an engraver reached level 20, he would not be able to obtain it.

But for Viola, it was just the right level of difficulty.

As long as we mobilize the power of the Thieves Guild, it won't be that difficult to seize a twelve-hour device.

“I can try.

Viola said.

Han Solo smiled and said, "This is a long-term deal. If you can bring two 'Twelve-Hour Devices'

I can give you another recipe for a gift potion, starting at gold level."

"Do you think the twelve-hour machine is a stone on the roadside?"

"Complete is best, broken is OK too."

“That’s not easy either!”

Once again, Viola picked up the conical flask and looked at the bright red potion condensed by the precious light.

Involuntarily, a smile appeared on my lips.

Han Solo thought of something and said, "You fill a bottle of anger potion for me, and you can deal with the rest yourself. Also, give me the three test tubes of potion that you stole from Trigg's laboratory."

"..-.Can."

Viola removed the three test tubes from the leg rings and handed them to Han Solo.

In her opinion, Han Solo probably doesn't want the formula of "Touch of Nature" to be exposed.

But in fact, the formula is not important. What’s more important is that Lady Night’s “secret-exploring” ability is scary. What if she finds out that it contains the “blood of the devil”?

All in all, a steady hand.

Han Solo took the three test tubes, walked to the sink, and poured the potion.

Turning around, Viola squatted in front of the reactor, sealing the anger mixture.

She wasn't paying attention.

The medicine in the bottle overflowed, but she did not close the discharge valve. The bright red medicine must be very hot.

It just poured onto her fingers, but she didn't even notice it.

"Hey hey hey!"

What are you thinking about? You're so absorbed in it.

Han Solo picked up the white mop on the table and walked forward.

He closed the discharge valve, took Viola's hand, sucked the potion dry, and then led her to the sink and rinsed her palms with clean water: "Pay attention, the gift potion is different from other potions, many of them are corrosive.

You can’t take it orally. Look at your hands—”

Viola looked down.

The liquid medicine flowed over her fingers, leaving bright red marks that would not disappear immediately, like scars or tattoos.

She didn't care at all, and looked at Han Solo's profile with sparkling eyes: "Han, you made me stand up."

"?

Han Solo looked at her.

The burden on her shoulders disappeared, the annoyance in her heart faded away, Viola was free and light, with a gentle smile on her lips,

Tenderness was revealed between his usually cold and distant brows: "I feel very relaxed now. I have never felt so calm. Thank you - thank you so much."

A sudden, honest confession.

Even Han Solo was a little at a loss.

He loosened his grip on Viola's wrist and said, "I don't know what you're talking about—"

Viola smiled and said frankly and boldly: "That's because you don't understand me! Do you want to be friends with Miss Viola?

I am a treasure, but also an aged wine, full of surprises, mellow and sweet. "

"Whether it's a surprise or not, I don't know yet. But I am frightened. You are really shameless, Viola."

"Really? I'm just introducing myself in a normal way, but some people think I'm exaggerating. You're no exception. But it doesn't matter. Miss Viola will tolerate you. After all, my starting point is too high. The beauty that people desire, I was born with."

Viola, in turn, grabbed Han Solo's wrist,

Her eyes sparkled as she looked up: "So - don't miss me, okay?"

What kind of person is this!

Han Solo already wants to go home.

Chapter 108 #107 Shadow Lord

Early in the morning.

The Shadow Society, Viola's bedroom.

"Miss, Cornflower is here to report."

A shadow suddenly appeared, wearing hot pants and short hair, it was Cornflower.

Subconsciously, she looked at the third floor: "Miss, you shouldn't have asked me to come to the Shadow Chasing Association - the Black Mage is unfathomable, she can sense my arrival."

"You don't need to tell me how powerful the teacher is. Don't worry, the teacher is not here."

"That's good----"

Cornflower, hesitant to speak.

She looked at the beauty in front of her. Viola was as cold as ever, and she did not hide the disgust in her eyes.

But Cornflower was keenly aware that something was different.

It is a very subtle change and you would not be able to notice it unless you pay special attention.

She asked, "Miss, you are in a good mood. Did anything good happen to you?"

"A good thing... Indeed there is." Viola drew her red lips, "You can guess."

fundamental--

Can't guess.

Cornflower thought for a moment and said, "This morning, Professor Trigg was assassinated, and the City Committee -

No, it should be said that the Arendelle Board of Directors and the City Hall have gone crazy and are investigating all suspicious persons. I have received intelligence that you are also among the suspects, Miss."

Viola replied, "That's normal. In the whole of Arendelle, there are not many people who can break through the guards of the Code Warriors, and I am one of them."

"And you have a motive. They suspect that you were excluded from the 'project' and that you were jealous and upset, so you wanted to kill me."

"They'll quickly rule me out as a suspect because they'll find out that I actually have no motive."

As Viola spoke, she handed over a bottle of bright red potion.

Cornflower didn't understand what was going on, so she reached out and took it.

After pulling out the cork, she————opened her eyes wide.

Talent potion!

Moreover, this bottle of unknown potion is more advanced than Trigg's "Touch of Nature". It carries a more advanced talent.

"Cornflower, you lose."

Viola looked at her and declared.

The emerald green pupils shone with a brilliance, brighter than the gas lamp on the table: "Tell me, now, is my only way out to be 'subversion' or 'usurpation'? You can't restrict me."

—That's impossible.

why?

Cornflower was horrified and slowly put the cork in.

Viola's judgment was accurate.

As Zethria's Chief of Staff, Cornflower's position can be simply described as "Emperor of the Underground, Lord of the Night".

She has little respect for Viola.

The Thieves Guild is permanent, but the Lady of Night’s engravers are ever-changing.

The number of people associated with the Lady of the Night who die is sometimes more than a dozen a year, and sometimes only four or five. What's so strange about that?

Only the cornflower has been sitting on the underground throne.

After Viola appeared, she used her usual methods to suppress and coerce, trying to control her, just like the previous affinity people.

“The highest affinity ever”?

Just a large hamster.

The situation was out of control, but Cornflower remained calm: "Miss, you are too cautious. I don't know about other areas, but in Zeslia, you are the master of the Thieves Guild, and I am just your steward. I have always emphasized this.

"I just wanted you to understand that we are one, and that the Thieves Guild is your home. I have no other intentions.

"You are outstanding, beyond imagination! You have achieved results with your own abilities!"

Cornflower said a lot in one breath.

She lowered her head, quite respectfully: "I am now more convinced that you are worthy of my wholehearted assistance!"

Viola looked at her and smiled: "You must be upset now, Cornflower."

"Nothing."

"No? In the organizational structure of the Thieves Guild, the Chief of Staff is controlled by the 'Shadow Lord'. The Shadow Lord ordered you to assist me, and you cannot disobey his will. I am not under your control, and you are very distressed."

Cornflower looked up: "Miss, don't say such words that undermine unity."

The Shadow Lord, a mysterious existence.

No one knew his identity, or even if he was human.

The only thing that is certain is that he is the executioner.

He conveyed orders and assigned tasks to each chief of staff. If a chief of staff disobeyed, the first time he did so, his little finger would be chopped off, and the second time he would have his head chopped off. For hundreds of years, he was never late and never absent.

Union members, especially the chief of staff, usually regard him as a god-like being and dare not go against his will. As for rebellion or betrayal, they don't even want to think about it.

There have been examples in the past, and the end result was - being cut into pieces, with no remains left.

The Thieves Guild is full of rotten people.

Lady of the Night has been sealed in the virtual world for so many years, but this organization has not yet disintegrated, and the Shadow Lord has made an indispensable contribution to this.

Viola looked at the cornflowers and said, "I'm willing to give you a chance to prove your loyalty. Do you know the twelve hour machines? I need information about them."

Cornflower raised her eyes: "Miss, are you interested in the twelve-hour machine?"