The book continues with the text, the demon that was pierced by the pillar of light, while reconstructing the body that was penetrated, while raising the four arms that were not illuminated by the laser.

And with its carrion-drenched skeletal fingertips, it pointed at Fenrir.

Almost instantly, more than 40 black and purple magic arrays appeared around Fenrir at the same time.

This kind of construction speed is beyond the reach of even the level 5 Red Demon Clan.

The snow around Fenrir turns violet, like a sea of lavender.

However, he didn't move, because the magic he used from the Black Feather Clan, but through thousands of human experiments, he obtained the latest type, the magic that restrained the 'cocoon spell' - the anti-cocoon spell group.

This magic has a built-in auxiliary circle to deal with this situation.

I saw the 4th, 5th, and 6th layers of the black feather circle above the demon's head moving at the same time. Blooming with golden, dazzling brilliance. At the same time, a barrel-shaped barrier full of starlight fell, completely enveloping the demon.

Immediately, the black and purple magic array around Fenrir all disappeared. (Cuts off the transmission of dark elemental mana, and injects a 'lifted' message into the first part of the mana.) )

Then, inside the light curtain, the pillar of light, which was originally only half a meter thick, began to thicken. And in the blink of an eye, completely devour the demon.

"Ahh

The woman's screams of pain stopped abruptly after a second.

Seeing this, Fenrir's mind moved, and he lifted the anti-cocoon spell.

The columnar light faded immediately.

On the snow in the courtyard of the Castle Lord's Mansion, there was a circular area without snow. and expose the yellow, blackened turf underneath.

The demon was completely destroyed.

Fenrir, whose expression was still cold, sighed in his heart.

Then, he waved his hand towards the ground.

A shiny breeze with snowflakes swept through the turf.

In an instant, the originally bare area was covered with a thick layer of snow.

There was not a trace of a battle at all.

After dealing with this side, three figures suddenly fell from the air.

None other than Fenrir's other three doppelgangers. And next to each doppelganger stood a large icicle. It was sealed with 3 other Assassins who had not died.

Fenrir didn't hesitate, and he quickly disarmed the three extra clones. Then activated his emerald green teleportation magic. And attached 4 layers of 'Key Magic Ring'.

The next moment, he took three large icicles and teleported to a research institute under his charge.

A female elf in a white lab coat with a cow horn roll looked at Fenrir in surprise.

"Da-da-da-da, Archbishop!?" The excited man couldn't understand what to say, and hurriedly ran out of the duty room to greet the director.

And in the face of this cute elf girl, the archbishop did not have the slightest shyness or happy expression, his face was still gloomy, and his eyes were awe-inspiring.

It's as if he had no interest in women.

He lowered the icicle to the ground and stepped down from the portal as he coldly ordered, "Deal with these three people according to treatment plan 16."

"Number 16?! But they're just Red Devils, huh?"

The female elf was shocked. It was as if he was saying, 'Archbishop, you're not kidding.'

"Do you have any comments?"

"Uh, nothing. But... But... What if it can't be cured?" The elf said in a panic, her eyes drooping timidly, but her cheeks flushed.

"Then hand it over to 'a group' as experimental material. There's no need to waste too many resources on these people."

"Yes," the girl nodded, and smiled cutely at the cold man in front of her. Immediately, three large icicles were placed on the makeshift cart.

The girl pushed the cart and left the teleportation hall.

And just as this one left, a familiar voice came from the door:

"Hehe, there's no need to waste resources, you still use the No. 16 treatment plan for those 3 Red Devils?"

As he spoke, a man stepped out of the hazy barrier of concealment. None other than Pope Chris.

Seeing that it was the Pope, Fenrir immediately bowed his head respectfully. And explained, "Sorry, Your Holiness the Pope. But now that the New Year is approaching, I hope for a good omen."

"Hmph," Chris chuckled, then walked up to Fenrir, "I like you like the kind of kid you look like a wicked person, but in reality, you're kind-hearted."

With that, Chris looked at Fenrir trustingly. Although there is not much difference in appearance between the two, in fact, Chris is much, much older than Fenrir.

Fenrir didn't answer, silent.

"Ah, yes. Has the book been delivered?"

"It's delivered."

"Very well, then you can go back first and continue the investigation."

"......" Fenrir nodded, turning around and preparing to walk towards the portal. Since the entire research institute is covered in the magic of spatial teleportation, those who want to leave must use this teleportation table to leave.

But the moment he turned around, the Pope behind him suddenly said, "Hey, Fenrir, you've dropped something."

"Huh?" Fenrir looked back in surprise, and then saw that the Pope was flicking his fingers and drawing a card from the ground. Then, he handed the card in front of him.

However, when Fenrir saw the card, he was frozen in place.

Because, this card is not what he dropped.

Moreover, this card is not an ordinary card, but a higher-level and rarer document than the Chartered A-level pass - the 'Red Cloud Empire Tax-Free Resident Certificate'

It is said to be advanced because the scope of validity of this certificate is the 'True Red Cloud Empire' under the jurisdiction of the entire Elf Clan, not the Red Demon Autonomous Region under the jurisdiction of the Red Demon Clan, that is, the 'Little Red Cloud Empire'.

It is said to be rare because of the word tax-free. Although everyone has a resident card, a tax-exempt resident card can only be possessed by those who have made outstanding contributions (dedicated their lives) to the Red Cloud Empire.

This is the proof of honor that countless elves dream of. (Although the people who actually get it generally don't care about the tax exemption...... and even continue to pay taxes......)

- Tax-free... Resident card?!

- Moreover, it is still blank...... (Blank means you can fill in at will)

Fenrir didn't understand what the Pope meant, and his heart was worried, terrified, and uneasy.

- What's going on? Why did the Pope give me this?

- Did you want me to hand it over to Ninety-Nine?

- No, if it was for 99, the Pope would definitely say it explicitly, and he would never give it to me in this way......

Cold sweat flowed from the sideburns of Fenrir's image, but there was no nervous or puzzled look on the surface.

- That is...... In addition to ninety-nine, is there anything else the pope wants to woo? And it seems to be the target of 'can't be put on the table'......