Mephisto used Asmodeos' pact to reassure Ymir. With a third party as a witness, at least Ymir doesn't have to worry about Mephisto playing tricks on the contract.

Speaking of which, among the demons of hell, Mephisto has always had a good reputation.

Unless he had been deceived by the word trap he had deliberately set before, he was generally happy to abide by the contract he had signed.

"Lord of Lies?" Asmodeos glanced at Mephisto with a sympathetic look, his greedy eyes wandering from the skeletal staff in his hand to Ymir's body, and he laughed unabashedly: "Oh, this is another deal with the devil. Well, sign the contract, it's the only thing that binds you to the rules of the deal. ”

Ymir's face grew cold, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Mephisto silently.

Feeling that his goal had been achieved, Mephisto didn't want to continue to provoke Ymir, so he chuckled softly: ", so be it." Let the cursed soul run through the world and fulfill the devil's contract. That's right, in the presence of Asmodeos, I can get your beloved back, and if you sign a contract, your future will be bright! ”

There was a dead silence in the restaurant, freezing the flow of time and space; In the field, Mephisto gently extended his hand to Ymir: "Come here, come to me"

Sure enough, just as Mephisto had expected. Ymir was silent, and the ghost fire in his eyes looked at the parchment that smelled faintly bloody from Asmodeos' hand.

He didn't look at the contents of the treaty, because of Cledia, who was in the hands of Mephisto because of his own involvement, Ymir didn't have any capital to bargain with the devil.

Taking a long breath, Ymir let out a roar of rage, despair.

As he roared in the sky, a mouthful of blood with a slight chill of cyan spurted out of his throat. This mouthful of reverse blood fell on the demon contract, and it was like a flame that was extremely cold without temperature.

Asmodeos, including his hands holding the contract book, was enveloped in a blue flame, and Asmodeos raised his head and chanted a spell according to the ancient magic of hell.

Without having to write on his own, his full name was automatically written on the yellowed, bloodshot parchment page as "Ymir Freddy Longinus".

This is an evil script from hell, which does not belong to any kind of script on earth, but the strokes are like flying, flowing clouds and water, full of the aura of annihilation, like a crazy demon monarch peeping into the present world in hell, which makes people shudder.

The characters eventually come together and evolve into an illusory scene: heaven and earth are chaotic, there is no sand, no sea, no sky and no earth. In the middle of this chaos, there is only a deeply cracked, incomparably huge chasm. The whole chasm was empty and empty, with no trees and no weeds.

In the vast north of heaven and earth, there is a vast world of ice and snow, shrouded in ice and snow for 10,000 years all year round. On the other side of the chasm is the land of flames, burning with soaring flames, and the whole place is filled with incomparably intense light and heat.

The sky-high flames that erupted from the Flame Nation flew out many hot sparks and landed in the ice mound world piled up next to the chasm. The ice melts into water vapor when it encounters the heat of Mars, and is frozen again by the strong cold wind that blows through it.

In the midst of this cycle, the cracks of the iceberg burst open under the continuous action of the heat wave of flames and the cold air of ice and snow, and a huge figure appeared on the parchment roll.

The language of demons has a certain magical power in itself, and the real name written by the language of demons also has power, and Asmodeus screamed: "Ymir, Imir, I should have thought that this is that unusual name"

His eyes were filled with indescribable jealousy, he clutched the parchment in his hand tightly, and stared at Mephisto desperately: "Damn, this is really a soul full of fragrance, even I have to say, Mephisto, you made a really good deal!" ”

The sight of the flames is visible only to the witnesses of the contract, and the witnesses are not allowed to talk about what they see unless the party to the contract breaks the oath.

This is because the people who sign a contract with demons are usually not ordinary people, and once they master the demon's real name, there is a high possibility that they will make a move that threatens the demon's life.

That's the magic of names!

At the same time, the witness to the contract himself will actually be restricted on a certain course to ensure that he will not do anything that endangers the contractor.

Therefore, in Mephisto's eyes, he could only see Asmodeos's form shrouded in turquoise flames, but could not see through the flames the visions that occurred when Ymir's true name signed the demonic contract.

But even so, being able to make a pact with a descendant of the Longinus family was enough to make the archdemon Mephisto smile happily.

He tried to be as reserved as possible: "Don't be like this, Asmodeos, you know, I've always loved helping young people, helping them find the 'truth' in their hearts and discover themselves."

"Very good!" Mephisto took the demonic contract from Asmodeus's hand, recited it softly, and then solemnly put it into his arms: "Ymir, fetch the Dragon's Jade for me, and I will take care of Miss Cledia, the terms of the contract are very reasonable." ”

As Mephisto's lips moved, Ymir felt that all the resentful yin power in his body was covered with an invisible shackle. This shackle will not cause damage to Ymir's body, but as long as the contract is not fulfilled for a day, it will affect the use of his abilities for a day.

This is a safeguard set by Mephisto in the Demonic Pact to prevent Ymir from being passive and slacking off after signing the Demonic Pact.

Long before the birth of Rousseau's "Theory of the Social Contract", the demons of hell had already made it as natural to eat and breathe as a matter of eating and breathing. Therefore, for Mephisto, who is proficient in this way, only he can lure humans to fall through the guò demon contract, and he will definitely not have loopholes in the contract that humans exploit.

Mephistopheles paused for his skeletal cane, and the figures of him and Asmodeos were hidden in the black mist, gradually becoming invisible: "Hurry, Imir, I can't wait to see your performance!" ”