Warlock of the Marvel Universe

This guy seems to be playing rogue! Mephisto felt angry when he saw Evanson looking so confident. He touched the stubble on his chin and turned to look at the Ereda Twins: "Do you think This kid really deserves a beating sometimes."

"Did you just realize that?" Salolas raised his eyebrows, but Oresesi only looked at Evanson and said with a smile, "Actually, we can't help but beat him every three to five days on average."

"You are definitely the most patient demons I have ever seen." Mephisto looked at the eredar twins with some sympathy, "You can actually endure it for so long."

"No, this actually has nothing to do with patience." Saloras said with a strange expression, "It's just because we only meet once every 3 to 5 years on average."

"Understood." Mephisto nodded in agreement.

Evenson's mouth twitched as he watched. He really wanted to tell the Ereda twins, "Can you please stop reaching a consensus with others so quickly on this kind of thing? I'm the one with you, okay?"

"Okay." Evanson raised his hand to interrupt the conversation between them, and then solemnly said to Mephisto, "Things without owners, first come, first served. So this soul belongs to me now, unless" He looked at Mephisto with a smirk, "Can you prove that this soul is yours? Can you prove it?"

"Every soul I own will be marked with my unique soul mark, just like a horse is branded." Mephisto said while watching Evanson observe his words, and found that the other person looked indifferent, so he He grinned and said, "But when you put that soul away, you should have erased the mark."

Are you trying to trick me? Evanson shook his head left and right without comment. "Listen, buddy, I don't understand what you are talking about at all. And the ownership of this soul is not indicated in our transaction contract, so if If you really want it, I can't give it away, but you have to pay the price, you have to get something in exchange."

"I have to pay the price for being funny." Mephisto said slyly, "This sentence is usually my line."

"Quoting famous quotes in your words can enhance your style." Evanson shrugged and said, "You are quite famous."

"Thank you for the compliment." Mephistopheles replied with a smile.

"So" Evanson took a step forward and asked, "What do you think of this proposal?"

Evenson does have arrangements for the monk, but it is not irreplaceable. If Mephisto can pay a high price, Evenson does not mind replacing it.As for Evanson's promise to take him out of the sea of ​​misery, unless the contract is formally reached, don't take any of the benefits promised to you by the warlock seriously.

"Then you can keep it." Mephisto curled his lips and said quite freely, "I don't want it anymore."

"What?" Evanson stared. He couldn't believe his ears. A devil would naturally give up a soul that should belong to him. It was as incredible as if he suddenly went to Nick Fury and said he would not be paid in the future.

"Are you surprised?" Mephisto looked at Evanson's disbelieving expression, pointed at himself and said, "I am the Lord of Hell, okay? Will I be missing a soul?"

Well, this seems to be quite enough. Evanson scratched his head, "But this guy messed up the job you told him to do. Don't you want to punish him personally?"

"Of course." Mephisto nodded, "If we go through the normal process and this guy goes to hell, I might go over and whip him twice for entertainment, but" Mephisto waved his hand, "I'm on vacation right now and I'm in a good mood. "Very good, and" when he said this, his voice suddenly became louder. "Business is for profit, okay? I meet your conditions. Isn't it just to give this guy two whips? Do I look that stupid?"

"Besides, this guy was quite reliable in doing things before. Now that he has a way to cross, I don't bother to pursue it." Mephisto's eyes suddenly shimmered and he said to Evanson, "Besides, I see I have passed your soul-based spells, so I believe that even if that guy stays in your hands, it will not end well, and it will even be worse than staying with me."

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

"Just comfort yourself." Evanson has now heard that the soul of the monk leader has no special meaning to Mephisto, so if you can give it to him, he will definitely accept it. If you want him to give something in exchange, then let's not talk about it.

"But after this incident, my resident office is finally over. It's a pity." Mephisto shook his head with regret.

"What's yours?" Evanson didn't quite understand this new term. Then he turned to look at the Ereda twins and asked them with his eyes if this word was some advanced magic term. It turned out that the two girls didn't understand it either. He looked confused and had no idea why.

"Hell's special office in the human world." Mephisto spread his hands and explained to everyone, "This is a very trendy institutional term, okay, how far have you decoupled from the world?"

Evanson felt that he had been holding back a lot of stuff and didn't know where to spit it out. The Resident Office, logically speaking, the Monk Temple plays such a role, but the name you chose is too close to reality.

"But you don't have to be too pity." Evanson said with a bit of gloating. "I remember that there are many devil-worshiping sects in the world, especially in the United States. You can't pick the one you are satisfied with and use it first."

"I know this." Saloras suddenly raised his hand and spoke, "Many of the people who come to my nightclub are crazy people who do this. I can introduce them to you if you need them."

During the introduction, you thought this was a blind date. Evanson complained about this, but Mephisto suddenly said loudly, "Don't ever mention those idiots in front of me."

"Do you know?" Mephisto clapped his hands, and then put them down helplessly, as if he wanted to vomit. "I have seen the ceremony they held, and it was so incomprehensible. There was also someone with a black goat's head. , can you believe it? They actually think I have a sheep’s head.”

"The sacrifice they offered was actually a skinned chicken alive. I really wanted to call the quarantine department and report them on the grounds of salmonella."

"The most outrageous thing is," Mephisto raised a trembling finger, "they actually think I should stand at the crossroads when making transactions."

"Oh my god, why should I go to the intersection to direct traffic?" But at this point, Mephisto pulled up his suit and calmed down his emotions a little, "There are really some people who ran to the intersection to make devil's deals. Some of them The soul is indeed mine.”

"Where did you really go to trade?" Evanson asked with a raised eyebrow.

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

"Then they are really unlucky." Evanson heard that seeing how resentful you are, the old driver who drove randomly couldn't be you, right?

"Besides, those guys have known Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer all day long." Mephisto smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I am the one in charge of this transaction, okay? Lucifer doesn't know how to trade souls." He was so interested that he couldn’t even communicate with people normally.”

"Really?" Evanson suddenly looked at Mephisto. "It just so happens that I also have something about Lucifer that I want to ask you about."

Mephisto responded with a big smile "Get out of here."