The Devil Inside

There are already three people in the workshop, all of them are young girls, and their clothes... their clothes are very...

Should I say exposed?

The three girls were all wearing white coats. The temperature in the workshop was very high, and their sweat soaked their white coats and stuck to their skin.

There was only a set of underwear under the white coat, and the bright color showed through.

The bare legs sticking out from under the gown are very tempting:

The faintly visible scar is even more exaggerated.

One girl with twin ponytails in particular came bouncing over and put her arm around Professor Trigg, clinging to him without paying any attention to anyone else.

Oh my god!

There seems to be nothing under the white coat with twin ponytails, it's bulging, bulging, bulging! How can you do a good experiment with such a big thunder?

Han Solo was shocked!

Since there are outsiders around, Professor Trigg should be more decent.

He pushed aside his twin ponytails and said, "They are my students, helping me with my experiments."

Han Solo was speechless: "It's best if it's just an experiment."

"Haha, of course it's just an experiment, what else is there? As for their attire, the workshop has regulations that they must wear white coats. As for what to wear under the white coats, it's their freedom, and I have no right to interfere."

The girl with twin ponytails is usually the most attentive and the most generous.

She knew that the black-haired young man in front of her looked young, but he was actually an "expert". He came this time to help crack the formula of "Touch of Nature".

She looked at Han Solo and said, "Sir, I heard from Teacher Trigg that you are a master of potions?"

Han Solo smiled slightly and said, "I can't call myself a master. I have no interest in brewing potions, but my teacher pushed me hard, so I had to learn for a few days."

"Ah, this—."

Is this person reliable?

Twintails looked at Trigg with suspicion.

After all, Trigg is an old hand. He can see at a glance that Han Solo seems to be a gentleman. He doesn't like the current atmosphere in the workshop.

Also.

Many masters are focused when they are creating.

Once they enter the state, everything else becomes redundant. Even if the most beautiful woman in the world is twisting and turning in front of them, she will not win their favor, but will just make them feel annoyed.

Without women in your heart, you will naturally become a god in refining medicine.

Trigg waved his student away.

The door closed, he looked at Han Solo, his attitude sincere and humble: "Master Han, my research,

Listen---I encountered difficulties. I don't know which link went wrong, I still can't replicate your formula, you see this--how about I make a cauldron now, and you can give me some advice?"

Han Solo shook his head: "When it comes to making medicine, it's all about concentration! Professor Trigg, it's not that I don't understand romance, you..."

He pointed at the door, feeling heartbroken!

"How can you make good things when you are like this? Were those three really your students? I thought they were three prostitutes!"

Trigg's face turned red and he was speechless.

He thought Han Solo could understand that they were all men.

It takes a long time to make potions, and one has to wait for an hour or half a day. Trigg worked too hard in the first half of his life and did not enjoy his youth well. He likes to find something to do while waiting to make up for his regrets.

Moreover, he is a master of alchemy.

It is impossible to make a gifted potion, and potions in that area are always simple.

He looked a little bad, but he was in good health, so it was no problem for him to fight three people at once.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and lowered his posture even lower: "It's just, it's just my personal hobby that is not worth showing off - Master Han, please forgive me, forgive me -"

It can't be tolerated at all.

Commissioner Beckett once said that greed is insatiable, and this Trigg seems to claim that he developed the formula of the gifted potion.

Han Solo doesn't care about this and doesn't want the patent for the potion formula.

But just because he doesn't want it doesn't mean he is willing to be a wedding dress for others.

Even if it was said that it was "discovered and perfected in ancient books" or "dictated and completed by a mysterious person", Han Solo would not say much.

Who can stand it if his existence is simply erased and all the credit is taken by oneself!

Han Solo waved his hand and said, "I don't think it's necessary to give me guidance! I demonstrated it once that night, and Steward Ross was also present. I didn't hide anything. Professor Trigg, I think you should reflect on yourself. You lack reverence. If you don't take your work seriously, then isn't it natural that you can't make the potion?"

Trigg was furious.

Since he achieved something, everyone who met him was polite and treated him as an intellectual.

Now, a kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet is making such a blatant accusation without giving any face at all!

After all, he is the professor of alchemy in Arendelle. Strictly speaking, he is on the same level as the Black Mage. So what is he, Han Solo?

Anonymous!

but--·

I have to admit that he is really a technical expert.

"You are teaching me that I am really ridiculous!"

Trigg sighed and decided to step up his intensity.

Just yesterday, the logistics committee approved the funding and pulled out a full thousand gold coins!

This number is too huge.

After buying a villa in the third school district and hiring a whole team of servants, there was still a lot of surplus.

The "Gift Potion" was too tempting, and Arendelle was willing to pay the price.

He said, "Master Han, I'm here to talk to you today about something. Grand Duke Zeslia is very interested in the potion you made last time. He gave me two contracts, both of which are stamped and are in my office. Come with me and sign the contract you like. I guarantee you'll be satisfied with the price!"

Is it?

Han Solo nodded: "Let's go and take a look."

"this way please."

Trigg was as attentive as ever. He took Han Solo back to the ground and into his office.

At the same time, the Shadow Chasing Association.

Viola stood under the shower, the warm water washing over her body, it was beautiful.

As her fingers stroked her creamy skin, she looked melancholy and confused.

She...is still hesitating.

Chapter 104 #103 The Favored Child

Beckett sat in his office, playing with the antique mineral ornaments in his hands.

It is magnificent, with a mysterious power surging.

This was sent by Goering’s Magical Instrument Shop. It is said to be the raw stone from the “Fountain of Youth” in a blessed land in ancient China.

Wearing it on your body can prolong your life and protect you from all diseases. It is an absolute treasure.

Just a threat, claiming that if you change the magic weapon supplier of Arendelle students, you can get this kind of thing.

It feels so good to abuse power.

Beckett put away the ornaments and was about to start dealing with official business when the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

The place was shrouded in red and black mist, and it was eerie and spooky.

A mysterious and powerful aura emerged, and Beckett realized that there was something standing behind the office door.

"Goo."

His throat rolled and he slowly stood up. He didn't notice that his body was shaking slightly.

The next moment.

The surrounding environment collapsed, like ink settling. Strands of gauze fell from the sky, layer upon layer, without wind.

Beckett was surrounded by a veil. In the dimness, he looked around and vaguely saw a graceful figure in front of him.

Soon, the veil was slowly lifted to the sides, and the woman in a black high-necked long dress with stars dotted on the hem turned around, her green eyes glowing as she looked straight at him.

The woman held a golden candlestick with a white candle burning in it, which was the only source of light here.

she is·-·

"Miss Viola?" Beckett was surprised. "Are you Miss Viola?"

"You should address me as 'My Lord', or 'Master', Beckett."

Viola's eyes were cold, and her previous respectful attitude was completely changed. There was only indifference on her face.

Viola Ashford.

She is favored by the Black Mage, and her fighting ability is obvious to all. She is known as the "Noble Shadow".

No one's understanding of her talent is complete.

It seemed to only improve her spellcasting talent, making Viola more calculating and deep.

But if you want to overthrow a country, these are far from enough. What is more important is "

"Supernatural powers".

Cornflower said that Viola was the most compatible engraver of the Lady of Night ever.

She is granted the ability to use the incredible powers wielded by the Lady of Night.

Now, this strange scene in front of me

"Is this the power given to her by the Lady of Night?"

Beckett gradually understood everything.

"There is no two suns in the sky."

In silence, Viola spoke: "Beckett, are you loyal to me, or to the cornflower?"

Beckett took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.

He wouldn't ask stupid questions like "How did you know I joined the Thieves Guild?" He already stopped pretending when he took Viola to the research institute yesterday.

If Viola still can't guess it, then she's probably not worth Cornflower's attention.

He said: "Viola---"-Sir, Ms. Cornflower is undoubtedly your subordinate, and as a new member of the union, I am naturally loyal to one-

The candle in Viola's hand glowed brightly, sizzling and burning, with wax gushing out and dripping down the candlestick onto Viola's shoes.

Wow!

Before Beckett could finish his words, he felt as if his whole body was on fire. An intense pain came from nowhere and swept through his entire body.

He opened his mouth and spat out a pool of black blood.

Viola was neither sad nor happy, just calm: "You have-"-entered my jar. This candle is your life,

Once it burns out, you will die."

.-What?

Beckett looked up and stared at Viola in confusion.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and asked, "Bao Shu—what did you say?"

The flame at the top of the white candle was strong, and it burned faster because Viola was unhappy with Beckett's reaction.

The pain that had subsided resurfaced.

Viola said nothing, but demonstrated everything with her actions.

Beckett was furious!