There are often only two kinds of people who deal with the devil. The first, and most common, is the guys who are in a desperate situation. The desperate situation here does not simply refer to the situation between life and death, because even the devil cannot grasp the moment before death comes. The so-called desperate situation varies from person to person, people who are accustomed to fine clothes and fine food cannot accept the life after losing their property, this is his desperate situation; those who are in high positions cannot allow their rights in their hands to be taken away, and they are reduced to the existence of being bullied by others, which is his desperate situation; there are also people who are addicted to love networks, couples who live and die, these people's desperate situation may still have a chance to survive in the eyes of outsiders, but the parties know very well that this is their death, even if their bodies can survive in a desperate situation, they are no longer yesterday's themselves. The devil is keen to make deals with such people, and they don't even think about what they have to pay to get back what they have lost.

As for the second type of people, in the class of the Lord of the Grey Tower, the Grey-robed mage unceremoniously referred to them as pigs. These self-proclaimed smart people feel that they are smart enough to tease the devil, or that their negotiation skills and writing skills are capable of playing with a group of traders who have lived by contract for an unknown number of years. If the first group of people is worthy of sympathy, then the second group is completely incorrigible, greedy, arrogant, short-sighted, and pretentious. To be honest, even the devil doesn't like to make deals with these people, their souls are too empty and taste like chewing wax.

Interestingly, although Clark belittled both of those who made deals with the devil as useless, he did not prohibit the apprentices of the Gray Tower from trading with the devil, and even set up a separate exam to force each apprentice to summon the devil to make a trade on his own initiative. Cheese still remembers that test, and while each test in the Grey Tower resulted in the death of an apprentice, that one was especially few. And the reason why Cheese passed that exam was because Ann Lina told him a word. "Although the devils are the worst traders, they are also the most disciplined traders, and they must abide by the rules of the trade, which is equivalent exchange. So the mage made a deal with the devil he had summoned to ask him to help him pass him a glass of water. At the cost of annoying the merchant of the lower planes, he invited him to a sumptuous dinner, giving the demon who had no need to eat a taste of the taste of mortals.

Therefore, Cheese's experience in making a deal with the devil is to never ask too much, and always be prepared to give much more than you get, and grasp these two points, and it is not impossible to make a deal with the devil. The scene returns to the conversation in front of him, and the mage's body is visibly relaxed when he hears the smiling man mention the broker, as this means that the other party can trade with him. More than the price to pay, Cheese is more afraid that he will not even get the answer he wants from the mouth of this devil.

"Since you mentioned this topic, it's not impossible for us to talk about it by the way. The mage shrugged his shoulders and said in a casual tone.

This time it was the smiling man's turn to be silent, he didn't expect this fledgling little wizard to talk back in such a tone. According to the devil's speculation, Cheese's main purpose in summoning himself should be to inquire about the broker, and due to the magic protection of the mage, he cannot know Cheese's true emotions now. Of course, the devil was confident in his own reasoning, and he believed that the wizard was just bluffing, but after all, the other party was that Clark's protégé, what if he had really heard about the broker?

"Hey, hey, that's funny. Did you do it on purpose?If so, I'm afraid I'm going to have to reconsider my trading relationship with you. "The voice under the smile mask can't hear the emotion, but even if the voice reveals a sense of anger and corruption, I'm afraid the mage won't take it seriously.

"Why, I don't want you to be like you all day long. Cheese smiled "sincerely", "I'm just curious, if this broker is really such a powerful being, why do you dare to sell me his information? Aren't you afraid that He will take revenge on you?"

The man behind the chair chuckled, "This kind of temptation should be avoided." Just think of it as a show of sincerity, and I can answer you for free on this question. Although he completely distrusts the devil's "free", Cheese still wants to hear what this guy can say, so he doesn't mean to stop the other party. "The Lord, the broker you call it, is certainly powerful enough to control the disclosure of his information, but perhaps out of confidence or other considerations, he didn't. No matter where we are or here, He does not forbid others to speak of Him. ”

"But, on the other hand, no matter how much you know about this Lord, you can't escape His hand. With that, the demon removed his face from the mage's ear, and the last words, which seemed to be both warning and persuasion, echoed in Cheese's mind for a few seconds before slowly disappearing. "Now, are you going to ask me about the broker? Mr. Cheese. ”

"Isn't my teacher okay either?" the mage asked suddenly. Cheese doesn't know if the Lord of the Grey Tower has ever crossed paths with the broker, but he is as strong and knowledgeable as Clarke, and he wouldn't believe it if he hasn't come into contact with this notorious fellow, Cheese.

"Oh, interesting question. "I'm almost going to tell you the answer." However, given that answering your question will affect our future trading, I unfortunately won't say that. If you're interested, we can make a separate deal to trade this information, trust me, you won't be disappointed. Hey hey"

Cheese raised an eyebrow, the devil's words can only be believed in one point out of ten, and there are still lies that need to be discerned in that point. Perhaps his teacher did deal with the broker, but the mage was more inclined to believe that it was a trick to lure him. "I'll have a chance to ask him directly, Mr. Devil, how about we continue with what we just talked about?"

"Of course, but with all due respect, we're running out of time. Summoning the same devil twice in a short period of time is not something that can be done with the blood of a goat. And there are not many honest traders like me in my peers. The candle soaked in goat's blood had burned more than half of it before I knew it, and the sunset outside the window had strangely not yet set.

Cheese tilted his head, this deal has been paved enough, and it is indeed time to get to the point. "Tell me, then, what can you tell me, and what do you want me to pay?"

"Hey, hey, clever question. If you don't think you can get my words, you don't think you're putting all your talents into studying those boring spells. The devil laughed, took a roll of parchment from his black sleeve and tossed it in front of Cheese, and the paper floated in the air and spread.

"Take a closer look, this is the contract I wrote while you were negotiating with that witch. By the way, you've done a good job, and I guess that girl named Emia won't be able to resist the temptation to be completely freed from the pursuit. You have a good chance of getting a long-term ally in this kingdom. Have you ever considered getting a job with us after you die? I'd be happy to introduce you to a good boss. ”

"Excuse me, to be the devil is to be like you all day long behind other people's butts and plot these frivolous deals. I can't accept that. Cheese replied as he read the words on the parchment quickly. Most of the deal was fine, and some of it was even too beneficial for the mage, but soon, Cheese pointed to one of them and asked, "Three mortal souls, what's going on?"

"It's the souls of three mortals, it shouldn't be difficult to ask our noble gray-robed mage to be a killer to kill three mortals who can't spell, right? As for the specific souls of those three mortals, I will tell you after signing the contract. Don't worry, I'm not interested in that Northland and little witch next to you. The devil said softly.