The Devil Inside

"Can you get any information?"

"This is so easy. I can bring you basic intelligence within three days."

"Then do it."

Viola looked at her and said, "That's great. Let me see the power of the union."

With a rumble, the train sped along the rails.

Victor Maurichon.

Former captain of the third squad of the Fort Collins Witch Hunting Agency.

He rested his elbows on the windowsill and looked at the scenery along the way.

His assistant, who was sitting next to him, asked, "Captain, why do we have to take the train? We can reach Arendelle in no time by using the teleportation platform."

"What do you know? Take your time, that's life."

The assistant had no idea what Morixon was saying.

He was a little worried and said, "Captain, things don't seem normal. Judging from the information sent by the agency,

There must be cult activities in Arendelle! But Arendelle flatly denied it, claiming that everything was normal. It was a city of academia, not a small country town. There were many talented people there, and with their level, they would definitely be able to find clues. "

Mo Lixiong smiled and said, "So, the agency asked us to conceal our identities and conduct a secret investigation."

The assistant was speechless.

How to conduct a secret investigation?

The cultists are so crazy and cruel that not only are their methods brutal, but their abilities are also bizarre and abnormal. You will fall into their trap if you are not careful.

Under this premise, not only will the Arendelle officials not provide any assistance, they may even be participants or organizers of this cult activity, and they will in turn strangle Morishon.

The BUFF has been fully stacked. In the assistant's opinion, this is a dangerous place and there is no way back!

Moli Xiong glanced at him: "Are you scared?"

The assistant was very honest: "Captain, I'm still a virgin. If possible, I don't want to participate in any dangerous missions."

"Fuck—you talk like it's nobody's business."

Mo Lixiong touched his chin and said, "Don't worry, the agency has found a helper for us. I think he is very reliable."

"Who?"

"The black wizard, Monica Hastings."

""""——Is it the legendary spellcaster? Great!"

The assistant's eyes lit up and he gained confidence.

The train rumbled and rushed forward.

Chapter 109 #108 Monica: Stealing the house?

"Finally - the sixth level."

Albert Holden.

Professor Monica's fourth disciple, joined the Shadow Chasing Association two years ago.

This encounter can be said to be magical. He is a native of Arendelle. His father is a shoemaker and his mother is a librarian. His family is average.

Ordinary citizen class.

Holden showed a talent as a spellcaster since he was a child, but his level was only average. He passed the exam and entered the floating city area.

I thought that this was how his life would be.

After graduating from the Spellcaster Academy, at best you can join an official organization, at worst you can become a family wizard for a wealthy person, and at worst you can make a living by joining an adventure group.

No one expected it.

With the idea of trying his luck, Holden came to the black wizard and asked to become her disciple.

I thought this was a foolhardy attempt.

Unexpectedly, the Black Wizard agreed so easily.

No one knows where Holden's shining point is, not even himself.

In the association, Holden admired, or rather admired, the two of them very much.

One is teacher Monica and the other is senior Viola.

Monica is aloof and a true fairy. The presidents of other associations usually charge high membership fees to their disciples, but Monica not only does not charge them, but also issues some simple tasks, and after the disciples complete them, they can get some rewards from her.

Holden believed that this was the teacher's care.

She knew that some students had limited financial resources, so she would find excuses to provide financial assistance to one or two students.

Holden kept this gift in mind.

As for senior Viola, her reputation is mixed.

At first, everyone thought she was a true aristocrat, extremely noble.

As time went on, her situation became clear.

Some people began to attack her. They didn't know what she was doing. She was just a poor woman. Her family was bankrupt. Who was she calling her a pariah? The pariah Viola was talking about might be much richer than her.

Some people admire her even more and think Viola is a person of great courage.

Even though her ancestors were incompetent and the family had fallen into such a state, she did not give up on herself and had a superhuman character.

A proud and arrogant personality is a thorn that protects oneself;

The luxurious but modest outfit was her only remaining self-esteem.

I can't say any more, tears...

Such a woman must be well cared for.

Holden, who has more contact with Viola than others, feels more realistically about her.

Viola was not a very kind person.

She is very aggressive, speaks in a harsh way, and gives people an impression of being very arrogant.

But Holden believes that under the sharp appearance, Viola has a soft heart.

Specific performance-

Viola often takes on commissions with very high returns and asks Holden and others to carry them out together, and the bounty is divided equally afterwards.

Holden looked at the jeweled staff on the table.

This staff is worth twelve gold coins.

If Viola hadn't brought it, his family situation would not have allowed him to afford such equipment.

This is the care from the senior schoolmate.

"Boom boom boom!"

There's a knock on the door.

Holden opened the door and immediately saw Viola, who was dressed up and extremely beautiful, standing at the door. She had her hair done, with the ends slightly curled, and her nails painted with blue nail polish.

"Good morning, Senior."

Holden said.

Viola asked directly, "Which room does Han live in?"

Han Mo——

Holden’s mood sank, and he smiled and said, “What does the senior sister want to do with him?”

"That's not your concern."

"Woolen cloth...··

Holden is still hesitating, but Viola is getting impatient!

She frowned and said angrily: "Holden, are you deaf? I ask you, which room does Han Solo live in!'

"Han——? Classmate Han lives on the third floor.

Third floor?

"Why does he live on the third floor?"

Viola questioned in a low voice, turned around and walked towards the third floor.

Holden noticed that today's senior student paired high heels with black stockings, which was quite different.

[Han Mo————Why does the senior call him so affectionately? ]

[How strange! Logically speaking, they shouldn't have had much contact. Didn't Han Solo go to the Hero's Gathering? ]

[Rapid raid was successfully launched, free attribute +2 (from Holden). ]

Ok?

Han Solo was sitting in the tea room on the third floor, reading a geography magazine.

The yellow sand words condensed on the pages, covering the original words.

Who is the senior?

Viola?

Han Solo hesitated whether to go down and take a look. The yellow sand words that had just collapsed condensed again:

[Today's senior sister is a little different. 】

[I don’t know what has changed. She often wears high heels, but today, it seems that she wears them for others.]

[Raid was successfully launched, free points +5 (from Holden). )

Again.

Han Solo is now a person who has seen and experienced everything. Two violent raids only add seven points to his attributes, which is no longer enough to cause any waves.

He lowered his head and was about to continue reading when he suddenly heard footsteps.

He looked up and saw Viola looking around as she walked to the door of the tea room and met his eyes.

Han Solo lowered his head again, looking at Viola's feet.

damn it.

Red bottom and black top, it is a double-gun shoe.

No wonder Holden felt uncomfortable, no decent person would wear such high heels!

"morning.

Viola walked slowly towards Han Solo and lowered her head with a smile: "Why do you--"--"-live on the third floor?"

Han Solo just pretended that he didn't know the situation: "Teacher Monica arranged it, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong·---·

Logically speaking, students should live on the second floor. Viola sat down opposite, legs together, tilted to one side, very elegant: "Have you had breakfast?"

"It's already nine o'clock, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"I also ate."

Viola waited.

She wore a cape today, pinned with a brooch Han Solo had given her, and she was waiting for Han Solo to notice this, then she would lead the conversation to matching clothes, and finally invite him to go to the fancy dress store on Merchant Street to have a look.

But Viola won't buy any.

She would take Han Solo to visit different stores, try out different styles, and integrate and analyze Han Solo's aesthetic preferences.

Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, Viola will be dressed as the goddess in his mind and stand before him radiantly.

only--

Three seconds, five seconds.