Schiller hung up the phone and picked up his coffee cup to hide his expression, while inwardly cursing Mephisto. If you were going to impersonate me, fine—but you actually did it for free?!
Don't they say devils are greedy? The one tiny act of generosity in your thousands of years of life, you used it all on me, didn't you?!
Schiller knew Stark was anxious, but anxiety was part of his daily life. Stark himself had refused to come in for treatment, and Schiller could hardly drag him there. Yet Mephisto had successfully entered his laboratory, which proved Stark wanted treatment. With such a filthy rich client right in front of you, how could you possibly resist charging him?!
Mephisto, your top priority now should be getting your ass off that King of Hell throne. You're an embarrassment to every devil!
Schiller sighed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do. From Danny's account, he had learned that Mephisto was not someone who liked resorting to violence. He generally did not launch reckless attacks. Instead, he preferred using his brain—deceiving, swindling, and manipulating humans into cooperating with him.
And he was extremely pragmatic. He knew he could not defeat the Sorcerer Supreme on Earth, so whenever his scheme was exposed, he ran faster than anyone. He was also excellent at shifting blame onto others, and almost always got away unscathed.
He was indeed exceptionally cunning. As far as Schiller knew, even the Sanctum Sanctorum had not gained much advantage over him. Johnny making three trips a day to the Sanctum Sanctorum definitely had not been for nothing. Mephisto must have given Strange such a headache that Strange had chosen him as a villain.
Since that was the case, Mephisto had one very obvious weakness: as long as they could exploit