"Brother, I would never lie to you," Mephisto said. "I have never broken my contract, and my approval rating is 100%!"
Kurohane frowned. He knew the nature of a demonic contract, but he needed to maintain his amnesiac persona. He had to hide and let the other "lions" smell the "fat lamb." "Brother! So you are Mephisto! If any Hell Lord can help me, it's you! You're a top demon known throughout the universe! But I've lost my memory now, and I can't trust you so easily!"
Mephisto understood Kurohane's question, patted Kurohane's shoulder excitedly and said with a smile: "Hahaha, I knew you would have such concerns, but don't worry, Big Brother will not lie to you! Do you know why I came to see you? Because the Hell Council held every ten years is about to reconvene. My dear brother, you must have forgotten because of amnesia, so I'll take you to participate right away!"
Through Mephisto's explanation, Kurohane understood what the Hell Council was: a meeting to select who would inherit the name "Satan" and control the largest fragment of hell.
"Brother, now I understand," Kurohane said. "So that's how it is!"
Mephisto nodded in satisfaction. "Don't vote for anyone else! You must vote for yourself, okay? This is an unwritten rule!" he said. "If a Hell Lord casts his vote for someone else, he will become a target of public criticism! If you vote for me, it will hurt your brother!"
Kurohane was stunned. He understood the hidden meaning of Mephisto's words. "Brother, just tell me directly, who should I vote for?"
"Hey! That's right, brother, even though you have lost your memory, your brain is still quite useful!" Mephisto patted Kurohane's shoulder hard and secretly left a mark. "Brother, do you know Hela?"
Kurohane sighed. Of course he knew Hela. He also had a dimension that he had taken from her, although it had now been transformed into a sacred heaven dimension. The underworld dimension where Hela was originally imprisoned was actually a part of the hell dimension. If Hela could follow her father Odin's arrangements, she would have become a true Hell Lord.
But he knew, the Hela he knew was growing her mind and character in the palace of Asgard. Queen Frigga was fully in charge of her education. She was being trained as the heir to the throne. Before Kurohane left, Thor had already been living a free life. Odin also found his answer. With Loki's clever brain and Hela no longer being a warmonger, Asgard had a promising future!
"I've heard of her, but I don't remember what she looks like," Kurohane said. He was worried that the Hela who became a Hell Lord might not necessarily have the face of the Elf Queen.
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember," Mephisto said. "Just sit next to me. It seems that this madwoman Hela has been eyeing me recently. I just want to see what this madwoman is up to. Brother, please help me out. Can you give it a try?"
"So after this is over, will you help me get revenge and get my memories back?" Kurohane stared at Mephisto with blank eyes.
Mephisto hesitated, then asked: "My dear brother, who is that person who can steal your memories? Even you, a Lord of Dimensions, can't beat him?"
"Victor von Doom! The psychopath who calls himself Doctor Doom!" Kurohane stared intently at Mephisto. "He stole a part of my memory. Then, as if something was found in my memory, and he disappeared."
Mephisto's red face turned blue and white. He could barely breathe, even though demons don't need to. Mephisto remembered that crazy sorcerer, who dared to snatch a soul from his hell.
"So it's him... that mad sorcerer? That guy and I have a grudge against each other. Brother, I will definitely help you get revenge in the future!"
"That's great!"
"But... brother, let me ask you, do you know what was in the memories that were taken from you?" Mephisto's mind was racing, and he suddenly remembered something bad. "That mad sorcerer, didn't he steal all the coordinates of the hell dimensions you knew from you? No, tell me first if you know the coordinates of the dimension I control!"
Kurohane was stunned, shook his head blankly, and finally uttered a sentence, "Don't know."
Mephisto had a bad feeling! Of course Kurohane didn't know the coordinates of this dimension, otherwise, he would have taken the initiative to come and knock on the door. There was no need for him to come to the Devil's Bazaar, so even if Mephisto signed a contract with him, he could say he didn't know!
"My brother, I have something to do and must leave now. Can you help me hold the Hell Council for a while?" Mephisto was truly panicked. Doctor Doom was able to steal Dormammu's memory. He had to go back quickly to change the coordinates of his dimension and then move to another location!
Kurohane grabbed Mephisto's hand, his eyes flickering with darkness as he said coldly: "Hmm? Brother, you've talked for so long, was it all a lie? I agreed to your request, but now you're planning to run away after I asked you to help me get revenge?"
Mephisto was shocked! Kurohane's hand was very strong. Although Mephisto's body temperature was as high as 100 to 200 degrees, Kurohane held it as if nothing had happened. That rich and pure dark energy was like a black rope, wrapped around Mephisto and then merged into his body. Although it was an unwritten agreement that no physical action was allowed in the Devil's Bazaar, if someone like Kurohane had already reached a verbal agreement, it was reasonable to fight!
"My good brother, I advise you to take me to the Hell Council. Otherwise, I won't let you go so easily! I have lost my memory, I'm not an idiot, I already know what you did to my shoulder!"
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