This guy seemed to be playing a scoundrel? Mephisto felt angry when he saw Evanson's righteous look. He touched the stubble on his chin and turned to look at Ereda Gemini. "Do you... do you think this kid is sometimes worthy of beating?"

"Did you just find out?" Saloras raised his eyebrows, and Aures only looked at Evanson and said with a smile. "Actually... we can't help but beat him up on average for 3 to 5 days."

"You are definitely the most patient demons I have ever seen." Mephisto looked at Ereda Gemini with some sympathy. "He can endure it for so long."

"No, this actually has nothing to do with patience." Saloras said with a weird expression, "just because we only meet every 3 to 5 days on average."

"Understand." Mephisto nodded in agreement.

Evanson's lips twitched as he watched from the side. He really wanted to tell Ereda Gemini, could he not reach a consensus with others so quickly on such a thing? Am I the one who is on your side?

"Okay." Evanson raised his hand to interrupt the conversation between them, and then solemnly said to Mephisto, "The masterless thing, first come first served. So this soul belongs to me now unless..." He looked at Mephisto with a wicked smile. "Can you prove that this soul is yours, can you prove it?"

"Every soul I have will be marked with my unique soul mark, just like a horse branded with a mark..." Mephisto said as he looked at Evanson's expression, and found that the other party looked indifferent, so he grinned and said, "But when you put away that soul, you should have wiped out this mark?"

This is trying to mess with me... Evanson shook his head left and right without commenting. "Listen, man, I don't understand what you are saying at all. The ownership of this soul is not indicated in our transaction contract, so if you really want it, I can't give up, but you have to pay the price, you have to exchange it for something."

"Fun...I'm going to pay." Mephisto said sarcastically, "this sentence is usually my line."

“Celebrating famous quotes in words can enhance the style,” Evanson shrugged and said, “You are quite famous.”

"Thank you for your praise." Mephistop replied without a smile.

"So..." Evanson asked, stepping forward, "What do you think of this proposal?"

Evanson does have some arrangements for monks and other things, but it is not irreplaceable. If Mephisto can pay a high price, Evanson would not mind changing it. As for Evanson who promised to take him out of the sea of ​​suffering, hum... unless the contract is officially reached, don't take any benefits promised by the warlock to you seriously.

"Then you keep it." Mephisto said with a very free and easy mouth, "I don't want it anymore."

"What?" Evanson glared at his eyes. He could not believe his ears. A devil would naturally give up a soul that should have belonged to him. It was as incredible as he suddenly went to Nick Fury to say that he would not have a salary in the future.

"I'm surprised?" Mephisto looked at Evanson's disbelief expression and pointed at himself, "I'm the Lord of Hell, okay? Will I lack a soul?"

Well…it seems to be really a shortage, Evanson scratched his head, “But… this guy messed up the errand you assigned, don’t you want to punish him personally?”

"Of course." Mephisto nodded. "If I go to hell, I might go over and whip him with two whips to entertain, but..." Mephisto waved his hand. "I'm on vacation now and I feel very good, and..." Speaking of this, his volume suddenly increased. "Is it good to do business to make a profit? I'm satisfied with your lion's condition. Isn't it just to whip this guy? Do I look that stupid?"

"Besides, this guy used to be quite reliable. Now that he has a way to pass, I'm too lazy to pursue it." Mephisto's eyes suddenly shone in a shimmer and said to Evanson. "Besides, I've seen your soul-material spells, so I believe that even if that guy stays in your hands, it won't end well, even worse than staying with me."

"Someone is willing to wave a whip for me, so why should I rush to do it myself?"

"Just comfort yourself." Evanson now heard that the soul of the monk leader had no special meaning to Mephisto, so if you could give it to him, he would definitely accept it. If he wanted to exchange it for something, then it would be better not to talk about it.

"But after this incident, my resident office was finished, which is a pity." Mephisto shook his head with special regret.

"What's yours?" Evanson didn't quite understand the new term, and then he turned to look at Ereda Gemini and asked them with his eyes whether this word was a profound magic term. As a result, the two women were confused and had no idea why.

"Hell's Special Office." Mephisto spread his hands and explained to everyone, "Is this a very trendy institutional term? How far are you decoupled from the world?"

Evanson felt that he was full of mouthfuls and didn't know where to vomit. He was stationed in someone else's office. Logically speaking, the monk temple played such a role, but it was too realistic to give such a name?

"But you don't have to be too sorry." Evanson said with a little gloating. "I remember there are many devil-worshiping sects in the world, especially in the United States, you can't choose a satisfactory one and use it first."

"I know this." Saloras suddenly raised his hand and said, "Many of the people who come to play in my nightclub are crazy about this kind of trick. If you need it, I can introduce it to you."

Introduction? Do you think this is a blind date? Evanson complained about this in his heart, but Mephisto suddenly said loudly, "Don't mention those idiots in front of me!"

"Do you know?" Mephisto clapped his hands, then put them down helplessly, as if he was full of bitterness. "I have seen the ceremony they held, and it's simply ignorant. And there are people who hold a black goat head. Can you believe it? They actually think I have a goat head!"

"And the offerings they offered were actually a live skinned chicken. I really wanted to call the quarantine department to report them by phone!"

"The most outrageous thing is..." Mephisto raised a trembling finger. "They actually think I should be at the intersection when I make a deal!"

"Oh my God! What am I doing at the intersection? Do I go to command traffic? But..." Speaking of this, Mephisto pulled his suit and calmed down a little. "Some people actually ran to the intersection to conduct demonic transactions, and some of their souls really belong to me."

"Where are you going to trade?" Evanson asked with his eyebrows raised.

"No." Mephisto smiled and shook his head "It's because they were hit and killed by a car."

"Then they are so unfortunate." Evanson heard that seeing you have such a lot of resentment, it wasn't you who drove randomly, right?

"And those guys know Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer all day long." Mephisto smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I am the one who manages this transaction, okay? Lucifer is interested in soul trading, and he can't even communicate with people normally."

"Is that true?" Evanson suddenly looked at Mephisto. "It just so happened that I also wanted to ask you about Lucifer."
Chapter completed!