Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Hearing the old devil's sigh, Qianqian 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 the wine glass gently and secretly observed forward; he found that this young man was really calm.

Mephisto knew very well how difficult the playboy in front of him was. Except for the first contact when he was seventeen years old, he had never really gained the upper hand over him.

The plane began to move slowly on the runway and would soon enter the take-off process.

The old devil knew that this little fox would never take the initiative to speak; the other person looked very patient - whether it was true or not - as if he could chat for more than ten hours in a row, all the way back home.

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

Xiang Qian was stunned: "What do I need a soul for?" A small part of this surprise was not fake.

"James, I think we should be honest."

I felt a little more interested in moving forward. Although I really didn't need a soul, the old devil's question was by no means aimless.

Why does Mephisto think he needs a soul?

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

Where there is profit, there is a breeding ground for evil. From the devil king down, many creatures in hell and some practitioners of black magic have the power to devour the souls of others to make up for their own needs.

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

For example, the old devil in front of you left behind the legend of the "Contract of St. Vincent" in history; a whole village, the ultimate fallen soul, is a huge profit even for a hell king.

"I have always been honest with my friends." Qiang Xiang boasted shamelessly, "The first time you came to see me, you promised me endless wealth; the second time, you promised me the most beautiful woman; the third time, you promised me no one else.

and fame; and the fourth, power over the world.”

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

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

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

"Are you still planning to obtain souls on your own?" Mephisto asked with a sneer.

Qian Qian is noncommittal: "From ancient times to the present, although most soul-depriving black magic has been annihilated and ignored, there are always some records that have survived. I think my learning ability is pretty good, but people are dying every day in this world."

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

Xiang Qiang sneered: "Based on the history I have learned and the few personal experiences I have, no matter how high the price of black magic is, it will not be greater than signing a devil's contract."

Mephisto was silent again, carefully assessing the truth of Qiang's words.

In the eyes of the old devil, moving forward does not mean being confident, but a kind of determination to "choose the lesser of two evils".

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

"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 here is basically negative."

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

"That's because you set a trap in the terms of the contract every time." Qiang Xiang sneered, "The description of the devil's cunning in secular legends is less than one-tenth of the truth. The magic world records a more detailed history about the devil.

The records are full of deceit and greed."

Xiang Xiang refused again, but the old devil judged based on his years of negotiation and psychological attack experience that Xiang Xiang's attitude seemed to have relaxed a little.

"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 are needed."

He smiled coldly and lowered his head to drink. But Mephisto was overjoyed because the other party did not continue to refuse.

"Listen to my terms, James." The old devil followed suit. "I can provide you with a fixed amount of human souls every day. The only condition is that the dimension I rule is linked to the universe through the soul channel - I

It is even possible to only claim priority and give up exclusivity."

Xiang Qian still didn't speak, but his eyes flickered as he stared at the wine glass, seeming to be moved.

"Think about it, James; this is nothing more than an investment." Mephisto struck while the iron was hot, "I will pay the price first, and wait until the day when life is born in the universe, and then I will gain. You have not lost anything, and any world will always

There is no need for a kingdom of the undead, and it is impossible for me to invade the main material plane."

"The only person who may suffer is the indigenous hell country where the universe might have been born."

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

Mephisto said angrily: "James, I have expressed my full sincerity. But not every devil is as easy to talk to as I am."

"You want to say Velasco? It seems you know that he has also sent people to find me." Xiang Xiang 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 bragging guy..."

"So there is another competitor - the real King of Hell." Qiang Xiang followed up.

Mephisto's face froze, knowing that he had spilled the beans.

Smiling leisurely forward, he took the initiative to clink glasses with the old devil: "Don't be impatient. I told you to think about it again."

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

"Maybe." He shrugged forward, disapproving of the old devil's declaration; "There is a saying in my country that it is never too late for a good meal. If you wait, you will always give others a chance to bid."

"Humph, okay, you can waste time waiting. But I want to advise you, it is not an easy thing to bear a world with your soul. I understand this very well; you don't have much time to waste.

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Qiang Qian seemed completely unimpressed by the old devil's warning, and raised his glass to him politely, with a heartfelt and absolutely insincere smile on his lips.

Xiang Xiang felt that he had probably gotten the news he wanted.