Zach and Geralt stood behind Yennaif, watching the sorcerer fiddling with their own Mile Mile.

It was a half-person-tall brass bracket with a complex metal structure nested in front and a few pieces of white crystals on the top.

Zach glanced at the witch hunter beside him, who shrugged.

After a long time...

"It's OK." Yennefa wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to Zach and said, "Do you really want to do this?"

The black-haired mage smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Ms. Yennefa, let me leave it next."

The sorcerer nodded and began to chant a long and difficult spell.

Yennefa has agreed to Zach to contact the entire sorcerer assembly.

They will soon meet the most powerful spellcasters in the world.

He wanted to win over these people as much as possible and take this opportunity to quickly expand his influence in this world.

But it is not easy to take all these old witches who have lived for hundreds of years for themselves.

He is confident that he can give tempting conditions and can also show devastating spells that make everyone's three views explode.

But building trust is still a problem, and he doesn't have time to take his time as he convinces Geralt and Yennefa.

What's more, this world is no longer the end of these sorcerers.

The so-called sorcerer gathering has actually been in name only, and has even been officially designated as an illegal organization.

These sorcerers who are not worthy of ambition play too much in the game of royal power. Although they say that they are their own masters and serve their own monarchs, they secretly set up sorcerers gatherings to collude with each other, and repeatedly used and even took the initiative to provoke disputes between countries to try to profit from them.

Their actions were in turn noticed and used by the higher rank of the Nifgaard Emperor Enhill Enris.

At the mediation meeting of the Northern War, Niphgaard revealed the existence of the sorcerer assembly to the northern monarchs and accused them of their actions with great utmost importance. The sorcerers' lack of political credit ultimately made the sorcerers' faces clearly and unanimously abandon them.

It was here that Philipba missed the front and became a prisoner of King Radovid, Redania.

The entire northern world also set off a trend of persecuting spell casters.

Now that the Northern Alliance led by Redania is destroyed, the Niphgad Empire has won the war and thus annexed most of the Northern Kingdoms.

But there are only two exceptions - the Skeliger Islands hanging overseas, and the Kingdom of Covere further north of Redania.

The eight people who still survived in the sorcerer's assembly have been scattered all over the world.

Francisca, who first fell to the Nifgad Empire, continued to rule the palm-sized land that was given away - Baihua Valley, in front of her so-called "elves queen".

Although she was tempted by others, she still had a much better ending than her previous ally, Wigofortez, who had already died.

The elves sage Aida Emin continues to live a Buddhist life that is free from politics in an unknown corner of the world.

Among the human sorcerers, Yennefa finally chose to let go of everything and live a pastoral seclusion with Geralt.

Keira Metz, who had a one-night stand with Geralt, followed Geralt's demon hunter brother, Lambert, and has been wandering around the world since then.

Philiba used some unknown means to regain the emperor's trust and became a member of the Imperial Senate.

The remaining three - Triss Meligod, Margarita Laux Antille, and Flynjira Vigo are all in exile in the only remaining northern kingdom of the present-day Kingdom of Covell.

In other words, these sorcerers have different racial and political stances, and it is almost impossible to complete the united front.

But Zach decided to give it a try.

As the spell ended, an illusory mist floated on the brass stand, and the mist condensed into three translucent phantoms, as if three round water surfaces floating out of thin air.

The level slowly rippled, and a slight light shone out, and a woman's figure first appeared inside.

"Yen Naifa, White Wolf, long time no see..."

She was wearing a gray-green lace-edged dress, her brown hair was tied into two round buns behind her pointed ears, and her blond hair was coiled around her hair like a vine branch.

She has a flawless face, and even Yennefa pales in comparison.

"Fandabe, long time no see..." Yennefa's expression became serious.

"Kad'mio, Rhena (Hello, Queen)" Geralt said hello skillfully in the elf.

Francisca Fandabe.

She has many titles.

The Valley Daisy, the Elf Queen, the Strongest Warlock, and the Most Beautiful Women in the World.

"Is this the most beautiful lady in your world?" Zach asked quietly to the witch hunter beside him.

The white wolf frowned and shook his head, then took his chin and pointed at the black-haired sorcerer in front of him.

The mage raised his eyebrows without objection.

At this moment, the second figure appeared in the Qianli Mile Mile:

"Geralt, the last time you appeared in the Mile Mile was not a pleasant experience. I am very pleased that you were dressed neatly this time."

The figure was tall and slender, with long dark brown hair shawls, wearing a light yellow gauze skirt, with the collar spreading deep to the lower abdomen, and only thin light yellow ribbons on the upper body covered the chest, and the snow-white long legs half-covered between the skirts. The whole long skirt was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the beautiful body was looming.

Ada Emin.

As an elf sage, she also has amazing beauty, and is even colder and more arrogant than Yennifal.

Ada looked at the black-haired mage behind Ye Naifa: "Ye Naifa, when did your Qianli Mile Mile Mile has become a man-only one? This one is..."

Before Zach could respond, a voice came out of the third mirror.

"Gealot! Yennefa!"

A figure soon appeared. She was wearing a tight green and yellow leather jacket, with long chestnut red hair and freckles dotted under her light blue eyes. Although she was not as cold and beautiful as Yennefa, she looked even more cute and close.

"Tris!" Geralt and Yennefa spoke in unison.

Tris Meligod, Geralt and Yennefa, also had a rough relationship with White Wolf.

Although the relationship is strange, the three of them have experienced countless ups and downs together and have long established a deep friendship.

She was born in Termolia and had a magical talent that was different from ordinary people. She had become a member of the sorcerer's club at a young age.

Yennefa was already in his eighties when he entered the Warlock Council, while Tris was only in his forties now.

"Ye, after the college affairs are over, I will go to Tosent to see you."

“Waiting for the visit.”

"Yennefa, what did you call us for?" Franciska interrupted the reminiscence of several people: "You know this is playing with fire. If Emperor Enhill knew we would meet..."

"Fandabe, I know it's dangerous. If it weren't for something very important, I wouldn't have summoned the entire assembly."

"Then why are there only three of us? What about the other members?" Ada Emin stroked the black cat in his arms. "And you haven't introduced us to the one around you..."

With her careless words, the black cat turned into flying butterflies.

Zach took a step forward and stood beside Yennifal: "Queen Franciska, Ms. Ada, this arrangement is what I requested."

The three people in the mirror looked at the black-haired mage together.

"We will call all the members of the assembly hall soon, but before that, I want to meet with both of you first. Then..."

Zach bowed slightly:
Chapter completed!