Looking at Ninety-Nine's somewhat nervous little face, Sister Wrist maintained a dignified smile: "I don't know much about this, you can ask him personally."

Ninety-nine frowned and replied, "Hmm...... All right. So where is the Bishop, now?"

"Just upstairs, come with me." Sister Wrist still maintained a smiling expression.

"Ha......" Ninety-Nine smiled a little helplessly, and then followed Sister Wrist and left the hall.

The master and servant made their way to the teleportation hall and down the stairs to the reception room where Fenrir had spoken with the others yesterday.

Sister Wrist knocked on the door ceremoniously, and then pushed the door directly. After all, this is a level 7 great magician, and there is no one outside the door, so whoever comes, there is no need to report back to him at all.

And Fenrir indoors saw Ninety-Nine and them enter the house, and he didn't mind Sister Wrist's behavior at all.

He greeted him directly.

"Good afternoon, Ninety-Nine. It's a pleasure to see you again."

Looking at the man in front of him who was full of polite words, but did not have the slightest polite expression, Ninety-Nine inexplicably felt a little funny.

But he replied in a serious manner: "Me too, it is an honor to meet the Bishop again. So excuse me, what is the matter with you?"

……

The camera turned.

Fenrir and Ninety-Nine and Gennai were already seated on either side of the conference table. (Sister Wrist also returned to the hall on the first floor.) )

"I'm ashamed to say that your kindness to me is like an ocean. I was going to see you again after I had prepared the corresponding thank-you gift."

"But the world is unpredictable, I didn't think that as soon as I returned to the Holy See, I received the Pope's will, so I came back."

The man on the other side was as cold as ice, and the gentleman said calmly.

"Oh."

In the face of this lengthy polite remark, Ninety-Nine calmly sighed.

Although Ninety-Nine had already charged the price in last night's trading - look at this suicide. But Ninety-Nine didn't specifically refuse Fenrir's kindness.

He didn't think much about it, didn't say anything, and waited quietly for this person to speak.

"In view of your help to Kecheng, the Pope has ordered me to deliver this gift to you as soon as possible."

Fenrir said, spreading his hands out and placing them on the table.

Then with a swipe, the exquisite, heavy, gold-encrusted and diamond-encrusted luxury magic book appeared in his hand.

Then, this grim-looking elf with gold glasses frames, holding the book in both hands, handed it to Ninety-Nine,

Ninety-nine also stretched out his hands to take it, so that he could show that he respected the Pope very much.

After all, the status of the pope is higher than that of the emperor. And he is mixing in other people's countries, no matter how he says, he has to give the least respect.

However, the idea was good, but Ninety-Nine ignored one point.

That is, his arms are too short...... Not at all!

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This meeting room was originally designed for the Red Devils. So whether it's a table or a chair, it's very wide and high.

Although the chair can be raised and lowered automatically, the width of the table cannot be changed at will. Fenrir sat across from him.

Thereupon:

Even though Fenrir's hand was on the very edge of the book. (Further, instead of holding the book, it is holding the book.) )

Although Ninety-Nine's body had leaned forward as best he could, his hands had also moved forward as best he could.

But the overly wide desktop still separated 'her' little hand from the book by nearly half a meter.

Because he didn't judge in advance, a touch of crimson floated on Ninety-Nine's face.

"?!!!" Pseudo-Lori roared in her heart.

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On the other side, Fenrir, although his expression was still cold, was snickering inwardly.

Looking at 99's pair of jade-white little tender hands, and the long sleeves of a white nun's dress with black lace hanging from his forearm, and Ninety-nine's cherry-colored cheeks that suddenly came out of 'reach' at this moment.

Fenrir's heart throbbed.

A loli who coexists with majesty and cuteness, who wouldn't be impressed.

Of course, he didn't just look at it, seeing this situation, he quickly got up from the chair and prepared to bow down to offer a book.

But before he could hand over the book, a pair of ice-blue, about the size of a normal Red Demon Clan's palm, with some sharp translucent ghost claws on the fingertips, burst out from Ninety-Nine's small hands.

The phantom-like claws grasped the magic book in Fenrir's hand with unmistakable precision.

As he landed, a chill ran down Fenrir's spine. Because the magic power contained in these ghost claws is really unbelievable - it is not the magic power that a 'person' can possess at all, but like the total amount of magic power possessed by a thousand troops.

Due to Fenrir's activating multiple high-level perceptual magic, the magic power of Ninety-Nine's body has remained almost at a level.

So when Ninety-Nine poked out the 'colored ghost claws', Fenrir felt like this:

I was walking on the endless grassland, and suddenly I bumped into a barrier.

Immediately, the barrier shattered, and thousands of enemy troops appeared in front of him.

And the nearest soldier was only half a meter away from him - a distance from which he could not escape.

The feeling of horror made his whole body freeze there.

But Ninety-Nine didn't perceive Fenrir's fear, because Fenrir's expression at the moment was completely - completely - not - any change.

So the shy pseudo-Lori, just like that, stared at the shy look of the cute dead, and took the magic book from Fenrir's hand by herself. And thanked: "Thank you so much, Your Holiness. I'll take good care of this magic book."

Listening to this polite answer, listening to this milky voice, Fenrildon calmed down from his panic.

Only then did he realize that the ghost claws were gone.

"Hehe...... he smiled bitterly in his heart, "this is O."

Is the ice magic mentioned by e......"

Fenrir hesitated for a moment, then immediately responded, "Your Excellency, this book is already your item, you can use it as you like."

"Oh, can I open it now?" Ninety-nine said cutely, and in the pair of red eyes, there was a light that couldn't wait.

"I'm worried that I don't have a place to buy high-level magic books, but the Pope actually sent them like this."

"This is simply providence~ This is the rhythm that a different world should have~"

"Of course, please." Fenrir nodded, and the gentleman's hand made a 'please' motion.

With an innocent childlike grin, Ninety-Nine placed his little hand on the edge of the somewhat disproportionately 'huge' spellbook and flipped it open in the middle.

With, the cover, which was thicker than ninety-nine little fingers, was opened by the little hand of the pseudo-Lori. What appeared in front of Ninety-Nine was a beautiful circle.

"Wow, it's high-level magic!"

Ninety-nine was secretly happy in his heart. The starlight in his eyes is more shining and more exciting.