Mephistopheles, referred to as Mephistopheles. The name of the devil and demons in Faust Delhi.

Although the name was indeed in line with the devil's usual style, he didn't want to accept it so much.

Whether it is no.1 or number one, or even the pronouns given to him by others, the devil has never used them as names.

Because the devil doesn't need a name.

If he wants to, in such a long time, he can choose a name for himself.

But why does he need a name?

The name is a kind of **** to him, admitting that owning a name is like having a certain bond with the world, like forgetting the scars burned by the flames on the altar, forgetting the past that was buried behind the broken copy. It will also give him weakness.

The devil doesn't need and doesn't bother to have a name.

The devil paused for a while, but smiled: "If you want to call me by this name, then of course it can be your name alone, my magician."

But if it's a magician, it's another matter.

This is the connivance of the devil alone.

Unfortunately, the magician who has lost his memory does not seem to know the meaning behind this sentence.

That's right, Zong Jiu not only didn't know, he even wondered why the devil had identified his identity so accurately.

Could **** creatures also watch magic in front of the TV?

The man condescendingly looked at the white-haired youth who made no secret of his vigilance in front of him.

Judging from the friendship background provided by the main system, it is the time when the magician had just experienced a car accident and had an accident with his hands. In other words, the magician at this moment is still the energetic and world-renowned great magician. After just experiencing the upheaval of a car accident, there is still hope in his heart that his hands can recover, and he can even entertain himself without falling into the abyss of gloom and despair.

However, the magician who entered the thriller trainee competition at the beginning has had his hands crippled for several years, has undergone numerous operations, large and small, and has tasted how many times he has been hovering on the edge of hope and despair, even the warmth of love, and finally walked completely In the darkness, I lost interest in this world, and went to the extreme of reason and madness, relying only on the critical point of chain maintenance.

Compared to the always cold and calm magician he has always known, the magician in front of him seems to be much greener and immature.

Memory is the root of a person. If you lose the memory of an important period, it will indeed cause a big change in your personality.

But this does not seem to be a mere sealed memory.

The main system distorted the time in the magician's memory, allowing him to return to a younger personality. Just like when the devil was suppressed by the Judgment Day copy to the little devil's personality, the difference is that the little devil has the memory of the big devil, but only has the personality that belongs to the little devil. The magician reversed time, sealed the memory, and returned to a specific time point. He has never experienced the pain of seeking a famous doctor for no cure, and there is still a glorious look in his eyebrows.

The devil immediately understood the point of the matter.

The main task of the magician should be to retrieve this lost memory and time.

Suffering is also a necessary lesson in life. Only through experience can you understand it.

The magician shared the past of the devil, and now it is time for the demon to share the past of the magician, which is quite reasonable.

The devil liked it very much, and he was very happy to stab in the magician's past, um...then taste this little magician who looks very delicious.

Perhaps it was this demon who seemed to be inconspicuous, whose gaze was too explicit, to the point that Zong Jiu felt that he would be eaten up in the next second, so he took the lead to break the silence.

"In that case, Mephistopheles, can you fulfill my wish."

Zong Jiu emphasized the accent on the name "Mephistopheles", as if he had caught some life-saving charm, he would tie up his thorns all over as a warning.

This is the devil from hell, and any human being has no chance of winning against him.

Countless literary works have recorded the cunning and insidiousness of the devil. Undoubtedly, trading with them can get things that humans can't even think of, perhaps wealth, or something else. But this is tantamount to seeking a tiger's skin.

Like Faust in "Faust", he did not choose to betray the devil in the end, tore up the agreement to sell his soul to the devil after death, and fell into the arms of God instead.

Faced with such a powerful existence, it is of course normal to be vigilant. Since the real name of the devil is very useful on the parchment, of course Zong Jiu has to let the other party know his subtext.

...Although all this is really ridiculous.

From a determined materialist magician to a magician who successfully summoned the devil from hell, Zong Jiu felt that he needed to calm down.

"Of course, little magician. If it's just to restore your hands, I'm happy to do it for you."

The devil glanced at the thick plaster and bandage on the white-haired young man's hand, and he was instantly happy.

The main system has simply and rudely reversed the time in the magician's memory, but in fact the time of this body has not changed, even the length of the silver hair is the same as when the devil played with it not long ago.

In other words, the magician's hands are all right at all.

Just knock off the plaster and remove the bandages, and it's just as alive and well, even better than before. Because these hands have long been strengthened to the top in the main system.

But will the devil say it?

He looked at the sullen face, the white-haired young man who was obviously a little nervous, and the corners of his mouth curled up wickedly.

"However, it can be, but... my dear contractor, there is a price to pay for summoning the devil, are you ready?"

"What's the price?"

Zong Jiu was nervous.

He knew that this was his only chance.

If the devil can't recover his hand, then he doesn't need to go to a doctor or turn the door.

But he didn't want the cunning devil in front of him to find his desire.

It is very dangerous to expose one's own needs completely, so Zong Jiu just stood in place like this. If the devil wanted to play tricks, he would immediately pronounce his real name and let him go back to hell.

The devil cleared his throat, "Well, let's confirm the content of the contract first."

Zong Jiuyi said that he wanted to pick up the parchment, but he didn't want the man to suddenly take two steps and approach him very familiarly.

Zong Jiu, who has always hated close contact with strangers, didn't even have the reflex to push him away for the first time.

Why is there no smell of sulfur on the parchment on this devil?

Thinking like this, he was suddenly taken away from the contract.

"Let me see...oh, it turned out to be this contract."

The demon started his performance with a grinning face: "This is the contract that we issued five centuries ago in hell. Since we failed to **** Faust's soul from God, now we are reformulating The contract is much more demanding, and many regulations are different from the above."

Zong Jiu: "..."

Summoning the devil to sign a contract is like signing a contract. Because the contract had flaws in the past, it is natural to be stricter now. It makes sense, and there is no unreasonableness at all.

The white-haired magician's eyes darkened, and said in a seemingly casual tone: "Then what do you want? Money, fame, status, or...soul?"

Money, Zong Jiu has money.

As a great magician, he has invested high-value commercial insurance for his hands. Whether it is previous savings or insurance compensation, he will be able to live without any worries for the rest of his life. As for fame and status, if the devil of **** wants to develop in reality, these Zong Jiu is not impossible to share his contacts with him.

But if it’s the soul--

The content of the transaction between Mephistopheles and Faust in "Faust" is the soul.

Not even talking about these literary works, in all myths and legends around the world, the devil seems to be naturally only interested in the beautiful souls of human beings. This is the case with traditional magic tricks. Demons help humans achieve their wishes, and humans give their souls to demons after death. This has always been the case.

But is it worth it to trade your soul for your own hands?

Zong Jiu chose to agree without hesitation.

For him, excitement and fun are far more important than these.

What's more... I don't know why, Zong Jiu is very confident in himself.

Confidence refers to temporary refusal, tearing up the contract, and secretly calculating the confidence of the devil.

This hunch is strange. Just like when he just woke up, he felt as if he had forgotten something important. He felt that the six-pointed star stone was very important, including the urge to punch the face of the unknown **** devil subconsciously when he first saw it.

"Soul? No, no, no, I don't need that kind of thing."

The devil licked his lips, and his dark golden pupils shone with an obscure light that Zong Jiu couldn't understand.

"I need you to give me another thing, something I have never owned."

What the devil has never owned?

Zong Jiu asked questioningly: "What is it?"

The man looked secretive, "You will know then."

This is his main task. But what exactly it was, the devil himself didn't understand.

Because the devil possesses many, many things, and has never lacked anything, let alone what it desperately wants.

What does he want?

"Stop talking about it, my dear magician, come and sign the contract."

With a swipe of the devil's pen, the dragon and phoenix signed the name he had just obtained, which belonged to the magician alone.

Zong Jiu hesitated, and also wrote his name on the parchment.

"All right."

The devil snapped his fingers at random, and the ubiquitous shadows climbed up, engulfing the parchment bit by bit like an invisible black fire.

The young magician in front of him is more foolish than the future magician. The devil has to seize this opportunity to at least have fun.

"Since the contract has been signed, I should also ask for some remuneration first, don't you think?"

The man lowered his head with a smile, and his fingertips hinted across the lips of the white-haired young man, his pupils becoming darker.

"I was summoned from **** to the world, but I spent a lot of magic. My dear contractor, since you want to realize your wish, should you be merciful and show mercy to this poor demon and supplement him? What fresh magic?"