"Can you teach me dark magic?" Schiller asked.
Mephisto's eyes widened. "What? You want to learn dark magic? What do you need that for?"
"None of your business. I want to learn it. Are you going to teach me or not?"
"We can make a deal." Mephisto immediately seized the opening. "Help me persuade Chris to give me more screen time, and I'll teach you dark magic."
"Guaranteed to teach, guaranteed to learn?"
"Guaranteed to teach, guaranteed to learn."
"Fine," Schiller said. "But don't get your hopes up. At most, I can have the name 'Mephisto' mentioned a few more times..."
"No problem." Mephisto agreed readily. His fundamental purpose in getting involved with the acting was to promote himself, to make the name "Mephisto" known to every household. It might only be a few more mentions in a movie, but given how popular the film was, every additional appearance would earn him at least hundreds of thousands of believers. It was an absolute win.
"Fine, then how are you going to teach me?"
"That's easy. I'll send you a compressed file."
The moment Mephisto finished speaking, Schiller felt something extra appear in his High Tower of Thought, as though someone had transmitted a piece of information through brainwaves.
When he opened it, he found that Mephisto had kept up with the times too. He was running online classes now.
What Mephisto had sent him was footage of those dark mages using magic back then. Since most dark mages were his believers, Mephisto could observe their every move and naturally record their research process as well.
This was far better than dry explanations, because with the research process, one could see how certain conclusions had been reasoned out. That sort of process was more suitable for learning.
Besides, these things had