Tasting the despair emanating from Farmir's soul, Mammon, the enchanted demon, laughed greedily, tasting the twisted and crushed soul power around her, and laughed heartily:

"Don't worry, I won't be willing to taste your delicious fruit before it's ripe."

The voice of his mentor Yeager made Farmir shudder.

She could vaguely see that the humanoid figure in the belly of the Temptress was very similar to her mentor.

Suddenly, a huge force came from behind Farmir, and the twisted and terrifying figure of the Beguiled Demon became blurry in the blink of an eye.

As an elite mid-level elf mage, Farmir immediately sensed something was wrong.

"It's an illusion!"

"Just now, I have been trapped in the illusion of the Bewitched Demon."

"Wait, am I still awake?"

Just when Famil was panicking, an angry roar came over. Famil, who had just woken up, immediately closed his eyes.

She only felt that she was caught by someone, and ran away from the camp at an extremely fast speed.

"Kill them!"

"Quick!!"

The angry and roaring voice of the Bewitched Demon becomes more and more distant.

The feeling of fear that enveloped the whole body began to gradually subside.

"Someone saved me?"

Indescribable joy emerged in Farmir's heart. Feeling the whistling wind around him and the tossing and jumping around, he couldn't help but start to guess:

"Is it the backup left by the mentor? Or is it the support sent by the organization?"

"Are we always protected?"

The terrifying movements and noisy sounds are gradually becoming fainter, and the tossing and jumping movements are beginning to become gentle.

Farmir could hear the breathing of several figures around him, but he vaguely felt something was wrong.

The opponent's speed was very fast, but the force coming from the body in contact was very strong, far beyond her imagination.

Something's wrong...

Farmir was almost certain that the one who saved her was definitely not an elf.

However, Farmir had no choice but to make any unnecessary movements or open his eyes to see.

No matter whose hands she falls into, it is better than being caught by the Enchantress.

In fact, Farmir is already thinking about his rhetoric and looking for a suitable identity and excuse for himself.

As long as she doesn't admit it and doesn't get caught, then it's considered a success.

After all, there is no proof until death.

However, Farmir felt a little uneasy. After carefully thinking about the current situation, he suddenly thought of a crucial point.

Why hasn’t the other party asked yet?

The jumping movement made Famil feel a little frightened, until a darkness enveloped her whole body, and the sound of the door closing made her heart skip a beat.

It’s human!

People from the Netheril Empire!

"Which identity should I choose?"

"It's best to be a spell caster..."

Just when Farmil was thinking carefully, a plain voice suddenly came to his ears:

"Cole Elf? I should have thought of it a long time ago!"

The familiar voice made Farmir's heart tremble.

Although it was the first time she heard Matthew's voice in person, she could recognize it instantly.

Farmir's thoughts were extremely complex and he could clearly hear the meaning behind Matthew's tone.

She slowly opened her eyes and faced a young, handsome, majestic and indifferent face.

Compared with the magical images she had obtained before, the Matthew that Farmier saw at close range gave her a very strong sense of mental oppression.

Does he know?

That's impossible!

Just as Farmir was thinking about how to respond, Matthew, who had seen all her information, just said calmly:

"Farmer Kohler.

Age: 132 years old.

Occupation: Level 10 Elf Mage,

Identity: Cole Elf Kingdom, 12th heir of the Cole family, member of the Shadow Council Special Operations Team."

Matthew licked his lips, faced the look of disbelief on Farmir's face, and said softly in a leisurely tone:

"Are you creating this abyss rift just to deal with me?"

It's over!

Does he know everything?

Impossible!

"It is impossible for our intelligence to be leaked!"

"Am I still in the illusion of the enchanted demon?"

Farmir, whose heart had sunk to the bottom of his heart, stared at Matthew with some confusion.

My mouth was full of bitterness, but I didn't want to say anything, so I stayed silent.

Farmil, who has received professional training, knows very well the importance of shutting up.

No matter where Matthew got the news, it couldn't come out of her mouth.

Taking advantage of Farmir's silence, Matthew didn't say much. He lightly tapped the staff in his hand on the ground and said calmly:

"I don't know if you are stupid or if my threat is really big."

"But you have taken action so many times, and the feud between us can no longer be resolved."

Famil, who was frightened, couldn't help but tremble slightly as he thought about Matthew's various methods.

"No, our existence cannot be exposed!"

"Matthew must die!"

She suddenly made up her mind, but before she could make a move, a slender palm was already pressing on the back of her neck.

Amid the slight sting from Farmir, she could vaguely feel that as long as she made any movement, she would be killed instantly.

Unexpectedly, Matthew raised his hand to stop his opponent from controlling Farmir's figure, and said in a serious tone and tone:

"Now, I'm going to clean up the mess you made."

"Before I come back, you'd better think clearly about what information I need to know."

"I will not hand you over to the Netheril Empire. You must know why."

"Sera, I will leave her under your care. Tell her what will happen to you..."

After finishing speaking, Matthew walked out, leaving behind a few scared figures.

As soon as he arrived at the city wall, Matthew saw pitch-black monsters crawling out of the gaps in the center of the orc camp.

They are only 1.5 meters tall, with thin limbs, fat bellies, and ferocious and twisted faces. They are looking greedily at everything around them.

Even if Matthew didn't see their attributes, he recognized their identities at a glance.

Scared!

These cowardly and cruel demons are the most numerous demons in the abyss and can move freely.

They are the basis for the evolution of many demons. As long as they can continue to fight and plunder more souls, they can grow quickly.

Their combat effectiveness is not strong, but their numbers are very large.

Especially under the leadership of high-level demons, they will show a very cruel side.

Matthew has dealt with them many times, but this is the first time he has seen them.

Looking at the gray-purple crack, Matthew realized that the danger prompted by the Power of Destiny should come from it.

Seeing more and more cowardly demons crawling out of the cracks in the abyss, Matthew said to Angela, who was in a daze:

"Be prepared to use full firepower and improve combat readiness level."

"Also, if you find Carlos, they should know how to eliminate the demons more efficiently."

Angela, who was a little nervous, nodded firmly.

Seeing her worried expression, Matthew explained calmly:

"Don't worry, the cowards are very weak. Killing them is easier than killing the gnolls."

"They are just a bunch of cannon fodder!"
Chapter completed!