The Devil Inside

Cornflower couldn't close her mouth any more. She laughed angrily and pointed at the car door with a cold face: "The negotiations have broken down, Han Solo. Get out of the car."

Han Solo stood still, watching calmly: "30% is not a small amount. Others who want it don't have the chance to do so."

"I have never seen someone as greedy, unreasonable, and barbaric as you!"

"This must be because you are not very knowledgeable."

Han Solo was much calmer than Cornflower. With an annoying smile, he said, "You'd better agree now. We can talk about it next time. It's 80-80."

Chapter 131 #130 Miscalculated

Chief of Staff of Zethria, one of the most senior figures in the Thieves Guild, and of poor quality.

She took out a cigarette, crushed the popping beads, slightly opened her two red lips and clamped them.

Just as she was about to light the fire, Han Solo picked up the match on the table and lit it for her himself.

Should I say thank you here?

Cornflower lit a cigarette in front of him, mainly to convey an attitude: she was a little annoyed and wanted to start reasoning.

Han Solo's actions were beyond her expectations.

Can it be said that a person who chats and laughs with the Lady of the Night personally lights a cigarette for you?

But I have to say it.

The 30:70 split is really too exaggerated and unacceptable.

flat

Cornflower exhaled light blue smoke, narrowed her ice-blue eyes, and placed the hand holding the cigarette on her crossed knees, exuding a sarcastic charm.

She opened her mouth and said, "A local Thieves Guild has many branches. Each branch is a staff. I, as the chief of staff, coordinate the overall situation. I seem to be very powerful, but in fact, I am just a facade. If I can't make achievements and seek benefits, I will be replaced in a minute. There are more people who want to take my position than those who want to take my place."

Han Solo was silent.

"Viola, your friend. I'm not afraid of you passing on the message. I don't have a good relationship with her. Do you know where she is these days? She is in the capital, meeting with the union's staff in the capital. The capital staff, the bitch called 'Tequila', also summoned several branch staff to participate in this meeting."

The words end here.

There was a hint of murderous intent in Cornflower's eyes.

Both she and Han Solo knew that this was definitely not good news.

Viola is unscrupulous, and the capital's staff are also bold. This meeting without Cornflowers is a serious provocation to Cornflowers, and they are going to rebel.

Han Solo smiled and said, "I let you do PUA. Do you know you are wrong?"

"...PUA?"

"Use questioning, denial, suppression and other means to weaken and influence the other party's self-perception value, and then achieve the purpose of control." Han Solo explained simply, "This is what you have been doing. I think it is very stupid. Because Viola is not a weak person, she understands her beauty."

Cornflower smiled slightly and didn't refute anything.

She admitted that she had failed and that the current situation was her own fault.

But Viola is strong, so is Cornflower weak?

She still believes that she made the right choice and that Viola's spirit is indeed strong, but her situation is very bad.

This doesn't mean that Viola is too poor to afford food, or that she is not capable enough.

But .—.

Viola has two hearts, a sense of responsibility and a sense of ambition.

Her family, Ashford, had long since withered away, but even so, they had spared no effort to support her in school. Ten years of further study in Arendelle would require a lot of money, especially for a family that was actually bankrupt.

Cornflower thinks Viola is lucky.

If her teacher wasn't a black wizard, she would have surrendered long ago!

What’s the use of being mentally strong? If you can’t pay the tuition, you will drop out.

It doesn’t matter as long as I have the black wizard to help me.

You can help for a while, but not for a lifetime. Cornflower has enough patience. As time goes by, Viola will soon find that her talent is useless.

"Lady Night's favorite child";

"The most compatible engraver of Lady of the Night in history"

The aura of warning and disgust that was cast over Viola's head was unshakable, and no one could easily accept her.

On top of this, there is also a BUFF that is powerful and can revitalize the family.

It was simply so desperate that it excited the onlookers.

Being highly skilled means that Viola looks down upon small institutions and organizations;

Revitalizing the family also urged her to gain huge benefits and obtain a higher status.

But her identity has locked her ladder to upward mobility. She was born with a body of despair, a mistake that destined her to fall into the abyss. She is a contradiction that makes all those who know her feel sorry, lament, and yet cannot help but snicker.

Cornflower thought she was about to succeed.

The fact that Viola was desperate enough to study alchemy under Trigg, a man with a terrible reputation and a history of harassing female students, was proof that she had nowhere else to turn.

She was about to break Viola's proud horns and make her submit!

Then-

Then, Viola developed the gifted potion.

Hard to understand.

Why?

Fuck her.

Cornflower suppressed the fury in her heart. She spoke calmly and focused on the present: "Chief of Staff is often just an empty title. Every day when I open my eyes, hundreds of people eat, drink, defecate and urinate, waiting for me to serve them. How many bites of food do I actually eat? You know my current situation. I can't earn much with a 30-70 split. It's hard for me to help you do anything."

Han Solo thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry. Let's do the work first, and then talk about the benefits, okay? Lady Night is above us, and no one can deny it."

"..-Can."

As they were talking, the carriage had already arrived in front of a warehouse, which was where the sorcerer stayed.

This place is a logistics center and was originally very prosperous.

More than a decade ago, the city was planned, and the main road no longer passed through here, so it was naturally abandoned.

It is deserted and dilapidated, with only homeless people around.

The outer city of Arendelle has a population of 300,000, which is large enough.

How is it possible that there is prosperity everywhere?

Many places are as desolate as this logistics center, waiting for policies to be implemented and redeveloped.

"boss!"

"Good afternoon, boss."

When they got close to the warehouse, several people wearing black suits and black sunglasses greeted Cornflower. Cornflower simply responded and said to Han Solo: "Senior Gu Warlock, you have quite a bit of the spirit of a classic knight, which is admirable. I sent my men here to assist in the development and distribution of the 'antidote'."

.—Is that so?

At this point, the Thieves Guild seems to be quite useful.

Han Solo asked, "Do you, the Thieves Guild, also appreciate the spirit of classical chivalry?"

"What are you talking about? We are just bad guys, not crazy people. We know clearly what is good and what is evil. Moreover, I know that it is not easy to do good and it is easy to do evil, so I admire good people who put their actions into practice."

"Your crime is even more serious."

"what."

There were thirty large pots on the open space in front of the warehouse, and three people stood next to each pot, one watching the fire, one adding materials, and one pounding the medicine.

The sorcerer, wearing his leather armor, was supervising the work.

When he saw the person coming, he greeted Han Solo first, and then said to Cornflower: "You are Ms. Emily, right? Thank you for your help! I have verified that your formula is very effective against the curse spreading in Arendelle!"

Cornflower smiled slightly, "Our company has been paying attention to the curse of Arendelle for a long time. There are too many things involved in this matter, so we dare not act rashly. Now that the senior witch doctor has come forward, we can show our strength.

So that disaster will not befall and harm the innocent!"

"Ms. Gao Yi."

The sorcerer looked very pleased. He looked at the busy medicine-making scene, spit out his tongue, and looked very happy.

Chapter 132 #131 Merlin Luncheon Meat

All we can say is that the Thieves Guild's "perception ability" is far greater than Han Solo believes.

Cornflower already knew about the curse that spread across Arendelle.

The "antidote" to break the curse was discovered five years ago, and lower-cost solutions have been researched in recent years.

After the sorcerer appeared on the scene, the union carefully interpreted his formula and, based on the experience gained over the past few years, developed a new solution with the lowest cost.

A bowl of medicine can cure any disease, costs less than a silver coin, and has low score but high efficiency.

As for the distribution issue, don't worry.

The union's control over the outer city is more powerful than Arendelle's outer city hall.

The organization is fully mobilized, public opinion is created, and celebrities are encouraged to promote feudal superstition, and people from other urban areas will come to line up on their own.

Not to mention, this is a beneficial thing. If the sorcerer comes out to endorse it, the city hall will also cooperate.

The sudden emergence of the Thieves Guild filled the gap of the lack of grassroots personnel for Han Solo and his allies. Cornflower has very strong organizational skills and initiative. No wonder she can be the chief of staff. Lady Night is very good at judging people.

Han Solo pinched his chin, his mind became active, and suddenly asked: "Do you know the 'Doom Weaver'?"

"The Fate Weaving Society?"

Cornflower asked.

"A rare and powerful engraving that can mobilize your luck in battle."

The sorcerer knows better.

"Can you add something to the potion? This is my 'cocoon', which can stay in the human body for a year and absorb the host's luck. If you agree, all these medicines are mine. Send the bill to the Shadow Chasing Association and I will pay for it."

Han Solo held out his palms.

In his palm, there was a ball of silk the size of a grain of rice. If you looked closely, you could see the ball of silk expanding and contracting, just like breathing.

The sorcerer was shocked!

What is this? It's so evil!

Cornflower didn't think anything of it, but was just curious: "Absorb the host's 'luck' and use it for your own benefit?"

"Yes. To me, 'Luck' is similar to mana. It is a second combat resource that can be used to activate skills."

"Ah this——"

It is indeed a rare-grade engraving, unique and special.

Cornflower really wants to ask, what is the difference between skills activated by "luck", guaranteed to hit? Guaranteed critical hit?

"Don't worry, I'll try."

The sorcerer was very brave. He reached out and grabbed a ball of silk and put it into his mouth.

He was paying close attention to the changes.

After the silk ball entered the mouth, it indeed sucked away "something", which then quickly disappeared and turned into nothingness, and the existence of the silk ball could no longer be felt.

A barely perceptible spot of light emerged from his back, quickly swept towards Han Solo, and melted into the back of his hand.

He looked at Han Solo, somewhat puzzled.

That's it?

Han Solo explained: "The size of the silk ball directly determines how much 'luck' it can absorb. Once it is full, it will detach and return to me. The carrying capacity of a silk ball the size of a rice grain is limited. It can only affect the luck of the next three to five hours at most. It is not very harmful."

Cornflower understood who she was considering now: "How effective is it? Otherwise, make it bigger. People always have bad luck sometimes. Chosen ones are not common. Everyone should be mentally prepared."

"That's about it. Although the portion is small, the quantity is large."