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..."
*Smack*
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 is it...?
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.
Witness everything that happened there.
See it with your own eyes and experience it for yourself.
Sensing the other party's unwavering will, as sharp as a blade, Andrew smiled.
"Well, since that's the case..."
After bowing respectfully, Andrew addressed Mephistopheles and the other man earnestly:
"I will accompany you on your journey until you return victorious..."
He shrugged nonchalantly and gently tapped his heart with his fist.
"Or death."
...
...
Are you really going with us?
Ning Feng, who had chosen Mephistopheles as his pseudonym, looked at Andrew with some concern.
He truly hadn't expected his friend to be so concerned about this matter, even willing to take risks for his friend.
Ning Feng was certain that the other party had not recognized his identity. After all, he had always presented himself as an awakened member of the Demon Lineage, and most people would not make that connection.
“I’m sure I’m going, and it’s not just because of you guys.”
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