The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

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The sound of papers turning filled the air; Andrew's two applications had long been placed on the Constipation Knight's desk.

"One is an application to host a friend for an outing, and the other... is it an application to transfer to another team?"

Ferra knew from the beginning what Andrew was going to do and what choices he would make.

"What kind of friend would you do this to? As my scribe, you know the situation on Hanci's side best."

Shaking his head, Fera wasn't mocking Grand Duke Hanci's actions. Although the other party had a strong desire for victory, he wasn't a madman who would send his men to their deaths in vain.

"That guy Hanci only has two redeeming qualities: a little bit of cleverness and a terrifyingly cold heart."

It's just that the other person's heart is indeed much colder than mine.

In a war concerning the life and death of both humans and supernatural beings, can such a decision be considered a mistake?

Fera didn't know.

However, he couldn't bear to see those children, whose eyes still held light, die in vain.

Raising his hand with the syringe inserted, he stamped his seal on both applications Andrew handed him.

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"Just do your best to survive, kid."

"The front-line battle zone is not a beautiful place to pursue ideals."

That place was a living hell that had been turned into a meat grinder many times.

"Just friends?"

Looking beyond the curtain of shadow, the frail legend seemed to be longing for someone.

The legendary figure, whose life was sustained by a specially designed ventilator, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and murmured:

"...My friends, how are you all doing now?"

……

friend.

Regarding his relationship with Ning Feng, Andrew considered himself to be a friend.

Perhaps the other person's achievements are more outstanding than mine, and I owe a lot to them for how I am where I am today.

Although they didn't communicate much, he felt that their relationship could be described as that of friends.

There's not that much dragging things out between men.

So when the other party sent the message, he agreed without hesitation.

Even though he understood that this meant he would lose everything he had accumulated under Fira and instead face an uncertain and dangerous future.

But so what?

Now that the family has been revived with his help, he has broken free from the shackles that had bound him for so long.

Now that we can live for ourselves and take some risks for our friends, isn't that a good thing?

Andrew straightened his clothes in front of the teleportation array.

"Welcome, my friend."

Seeing the couple whose faces were covered by masks, he went up to them and smiled:

"It's Mr. Mephistopheles, isn't it?"

Even if it's risking one's life for a friend of a friend, that's fine.

Chapter 375 Mephisto

Mephistopheles.

Even though Andrew wasn't entirely clear about the other person's true situation, he could probably guess it was an alias just from the name.

Similar to a title.

Although Andrew still couldn't quite understand why an awakened being from the angelic lineage would use such a pseudonym.

Having been raised as a nobleman, Andrew was well-versed in those ancient texts.

In that process of constant cramming education, the only thing that remained was a love for books.

He was able to find a way to escape reality in those stories, a way to avoid external pressures.

This habit stuck, and Andrew still enjoys it whenever he has free time.

Andrew was not unfamiliar with the name Mephistopheles.

In one story, this is a devil who constantly tempts the male protagonist step by step towards depravity.

Moreover, if Andrew remembers correctly, the devil was defeated by the angel at the end of the story?

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Andrew? I didn't expect to find you here waiting for us."

His voice sounded somewhat cold, but Mephistopheles was very respectful and meticulous in his choice of words.

"Please don't be so polite. Ning Feng is my friend, and he has helped me a lot."

Andrew would enjoy this kind of communication if it were for business purposes, but this is a rare opportunity for friendly interaction.

“I’ve always wanted to find an opportunity to repay him, and now that this opportunity has come, I’m not going to let it slip by.”

He extended his hand to Mephistopheles, who wore a pure white mask that only revealed pale gold eyes, and smiled:

"I think we should be friends."

Andrew's enthusiasm seemed to confuse Mephisto. He glanced at his female companion who had walked out of the teleportation array with him, and then nodded.

"If you insist on doing so..."

Snapped.

Mephistopheles gripped Andrew's hand tightly, his voice still cold, but now tinged with a hint of detached humanity.

"We'll be relying on you for the time being."

Andrew laughed happily and, breaking with aristocratic etiquette, grabbed Mephistopheles and gave him a warm hug.

"Please be sure to trouble me as much as possible."

There was no excessive hug; Andrew released Mephistopheles after only a few seconds and then turned to look at the woman who had remained silent.

"And who is this?"

Unlike his enthusiasm towards Mephistopheles, Andrew was much more gentlemanly when facing unfamiliar ladies, maintaining a respectful distance and avoiding excessive contact.

"It's a bit late for self-introduction. I am Mephisto's companion. You can call me [The Alchemist]."

Nodding to Andrew, the woman, wearing a gold-green mask and possessing distinct elven features, slightly curtsied in an ancient elven noble gesture.

Raising his eyebrows, Andrew straightened his posture and returned the greeting earnestly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, alchemist lady."

A woman with elven blood and possibly a special background, if her name matches, should also be an alchemist from the knowledge lineage, but her rank is unknown.

"Alright, let's end the small talk here."

"Although I think you both understand what coming here means, I still need to confirm with you again."

His smile vanished, and Andrew looked seriously at the two people in front of him, asking earnestly:

"Gentlemen, are you really going to the front lines of the bloody battle zone?"

He raised his hand to stop the two from speaking.

"That is a region unprotected by legends, a place of endless slaughter and death."

"No matter what status a person has, there is no difference there."

"Especially the legion of Duke Hanci, which you actively applied to join, has consistently had a high casualty rate while gaining the most battle merits."

"Although I know I'm sorry, I still want to confirm with you again."

Are you really sure?

Are you sure you want to step into that meat grinder?

Why have you come?

For glory?

Or is it for profit?

Or……

Mephistopheles exchanged a glance with the alchemist, then nodded.

Mephistopheles nodded to Andrew, then became serious and said:

“We know exactly what that means, and that’s why we’re here.”

"We are here to bear witness."

Witnessing death.