Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

Hearing the old devil's exclamation, Xiangqian almost laughed out loud;

"It's really rare to hear the judgment of good and evil from a devil's mouth." The playboy also handed the old devil a glass of wine.

Mephisto shook his wine glass lightly, watching forward secretly; he found that the young man was really calm.

Mephisto was well aware of how difficult this playboy was, except for his first contact when he was 17 years old, he never really gained the upper hand from him.

The plane began to move slowly on the runway and was about to enter the takeoff process soon.

The old devil knew that this little fox would never speak on his own initiative; the other party looked extremely patient—whether it was true or not—as if he could chat and chat for more than ten hours in a row, and talked all the way back to the country.

"James, do you need a soul?" Mephisto said surprisingly.

Xiang Qiang was stunned: "What do I need a soul for?" A little bit of this stunned was not faked.

"James, I think we should be honest."

I have a little interest in moving forward. Although I really don't need a soul, the old devil's problem will never be aimless.

Why does Mephisto think he needs a soul?

Qianqian reviewed all the knowledge about the soul that he had learned in an instant.Among many normal and taboo knowledges, it is clear that the strength of each person's soul plays a decisive role in using the power of the magic side.

Where there are interests, there is a breeding ground for evil.From the devil king down, many creatures in hell and some black magic practitioners have the power to devour other people's souls to make up for their own needs.

The needs of ordinary black magicians are lower, and the souls of ordinary people are the great supplements; while the needs of higher hell creatures such as hell lords are higher, and they need high-quality souls.

For example, the old devil in front of him has left the legend of "Saint Van Gonzale Contract" in history; a whole village and an extremely depraved soul are a huge profit even for a hell lord.

"I've always been honest with my friends." Qianqian boasted brazenly, "When you first came to see me, you promised me endless wealth; the second time you promised me the most beautiful woman; and fame; and the fourth time is power over the world."

Xiang Xiang deliberately talked about the past to delay time and give himself a little more time to think: "My answer is the same every time-I can get these things on my own. You see, I did what I said. "

"You are indeed the most unsatisfactory customer I have ever met." Mephisto complained impatiently.

"So I have to suspect that your offer is not sincere at all."

"Could it be that you still plan to rely on yourself to obtain the soul?" Mephisto asked with a sneer.

Qianqian was noncommittal: "From ancient times to the present, although most of the black magic that deprives souls has been annihilated, there are always some records left. I think my learning ability is still good, and people die every day in this world."

"Even if you pay for it? I don't believe that the Supreme Mage will allow you to go into darkness."

Xiangqian sneered: "Based on the history I have learned and my limited personal experience, no matter how high the price of black magic is, it will not be more expensive than signing a devil's contract."

Mephisto was silent again, he was carefully assessing the truth of what Qianqian said.

In the eyes of the old devil, moving forward is not a matter of confidence, but a resolute determination of "the lesser of two evils".

This attitude did not deviate from Mephisto's expectations, so he changed his persuasive tone.

"James, you are an excellent businessman. Why don't we handle this matter with business logic? This is a fair deal."

Shaking his head forward: "Business transactions require integrity, and your... Integrity with me is basically negative."

"I have faithfully fulfilled the contract every time!" The old devil defended himself.

"That's because you set traps in the terms of the contract every time." Xiang Qiang sneered, "The description of the devil's cunning in the secular legend is less than one-tenth of the truth. The magic world records more detailed history, about the devil His records are full of deceit and greed."

Xiangqian refused again, but the old devil judged based on his years of experience in negotiation and heart attack that Xiangqian's attitude seemed to have loosened a bit.

"I can let you write the contract yourself." Mephisto conceded again, "I will dictate the basic terms, and you can add any constraints you think you need."

Qianqian smiled coldly, bowed his head and drank.But Mephisto was overjoyed, because the other party did not continue to refuse.

"Listen to my conditions, James." The old devil followed the temptation, "I can provide you with a fixed amount of human souls every day, the only condition is that the dimension I rule is connected to this universe with a soul channel—I It is even possible to claim only the right of priority without waiving the exclusive right.”

Xiangqian still didn't speak, but his eyes flickered slightly as he stared at the wine glass, as if he was moved.

"Think about it, James; this is nothing more than an investment." Mephisto strikes while the iron is hot, "I will pay the price first, and then I will reap the benefits when life is born in the universe. You have nothing to lose. I need the kingdom of the undead, and it is impossible for me to invade the main material plane."

"The only thing that may suffer loss is the native hell country where the universe could have been born."

Qianqian was silent for a long time, until Mephisto was about to get impatient, he said leisurely: "I want to think about it."

Mephisto said angrily: "James, I have expressed my full sincerity. Not every devil is as easy-talking as I am."

"You want to talk about Velasco? It seems that you know that he also sent someone to look for me." Xiangqian commented casually, "But no matter how I look at it, he is not enough to be your competitor."

Mephisto smiled disdainfully: "Who cares about that braggart..."

"So there are other competitors - the real Lord of Hell." Qianqian followed up and asked.

Mephisto's face froze, knowing that he had missed something.

Xiangqian smiled leisurely, and took the initiative to clink glasses with the old devil: "Be safe, don't be impatient, I said, I have to think about it."

Mephisto's face sank: "You will soon know that no one can be more generous and offer better conditions than me."

"Maybe." Shrugging forward, he disapproved of the old devil's declaration; "There is a saying in my country that it is never too late to have a good meal. Wait a little longer, and you always have to give someone else a chance to bid."

"Hmph, well, you can waste time waiting. But I want to advise you that it is not an easy thing to bear a world with your soul. I have a deep understanding of this; you don't have much time to waste .”

Xiangqian didn't seem to take the old devil's warning at all seriously, and raised his glass to the other party politely, with a heartfelt and absolutely insincere smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Xiangqian felt that he probably got the news he wanted.