"Thank you for your advice..." Geralt has returned to his usual calmness: "But this time it's not that I have something to ask for, but someone else..."

The witch hunter was about to turn his head and look at the side, but the man walked directly past him and slowly walked towards the people not far away.

He slowly walked to Yennefa and bowed slightly: "Ms. Yennefa from Wengerburg, I have heard of his reputation for a long time." Then he looked around the other people present:

"Beautiful ladies, noble elves. Please allow me to introduce myself..." He bowed:

"Gonte Odim, a wandering mirror businessman, is happy to serve."

However, no one responded.

After a while, Yennefa broke the silence: "I know who you are..."

The sorcerer narrowed his eyes, with a bad tone: "It was the contract you lied to Geralt to sign, and carved a scar on his face."

"It's just a deal that you love and do not want to deal..." Master Mirror held his palms and showed apologies: "As for that scar... I found that the warning effect of the scar is very effective, especially for an extremely important responsibility."

The sorcerer frowned, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

What just happened made her frightened.

She had seen the power of the Shadow Elder in the city of Niphgad. The ancient vampire was almost immortal, but somehow it turned into a pool of minced meat in front of this man.

The shadow elder's powerful regeneration ability was even helpless even the black-haired mage, but now it seemed to have completely lost its effect.

This so-called mirror master is far more dangerous than that shadow elder.

He is not something he can deal with, such as his own.

Speaking of the black-haired mage, isn’t he going to provoke this mirror master?

Yennaef looked over and saw Zach still sitting on the crumbling fence on the side of the road, and the light of the torch illuminated half of his face.

The mirror master also looked at the sorcerer's eyes, but his eyes fell on Ogilder beside Zach.

"Ah...I understand..." He glanced at the five-pointed star magic circle not far away: "It seems that some people have not learned the lesson they deserve."

Master Mirror walked over, Oujild also straightened his body, his masseurs tense, and his right hand reached towards the sword around his waist.

Zach raised his hand and stopped him.

"Young human warlock..." Master Mirror smiled and said, "Your witch hunter friend may not have told you that those who stand in front of me will usually end up miserable."

His eyes turned to Ougeld, but in a flash he returned to Zach:

"You are not a warlock..."

His smile gradually disappeared:

"Who are you?"

"Glass Boy..." The black-haired young man slowly looked up and looked at him: "I thought you knew everything..."

"You..." Master Mirror's voice became low, and gradually became hoarse and less like a human voice: "Which world is it?"

"God?" Zach chuckled: "I'm much more dangerous than that..."

His five fingers were spreading, and the moth was floating in his palm, desperately swelling his fragile scaly wings but could not move at all.
Chapter completed!