The Mirror Master almost lost control again, his face gradually turned pale, and the blue blood vessels began to be clearly visible.

The black-haired young man continued to look at him with a smile, but without any fear.

An idea suddenly emerged from his heart.

Is this "magistrate" deliberately angering himself?

This made him feel a little confused again.

"Forget..." The black-haired mage finally waved his hand and quoted the original words he had said to Geralt: "You and I are both from a foreign land, and travelers should help each other..."

"You don't have to think about my soul. But just like you promised Geralt..." The mage stood with his hands behind his back and looked at him with a smile: "I can also provide you with a wonderful journey, allowing you to collect countless truly interesting souls..."

"Of course, you have to follow my will when I need it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Oujild screamed: "This is not what you promised me!"

"Quiet."

The mirror master also couldn't believe everything he heard.

"Walk with you? Follow your will?"

But he immediately thought of something he had been ignoring.

If you want something, you will not be omniscient and omnipotent.

What you want from yourself means that you are stronger than him.

He suddenly felt a little relaxed, but it was impossible for him to agree to the other party just like this.

This requirement is too ridiculous.

Although the soul of a mortal is useful to him, the process of obtaining a soul is the most interesting.

But this mage does have an unknown that fascinates him.

And it is also those unknowns that make him more careful.

"I'm sorry, thank you for your invitation, but I must refuse..." Master Mirror returned to his previous calmness.

The black-haired mage shrugged and said regretfully: "Since that's the case, then forget it."

He waved his hand and turned around and walked towards the people not far away.

Master Mirror felt that the solidified reality around him suddenly flowed again, and he regained control of all things.

He stared at the mage and suddenly wanted to test it again.

I even just looked through the other person's mind and saw what the other person was thinking.

And the black-haired young man still turned his back to him, looking unprepared.

‘If you do it again, you will be dead.’

He still didn't dare to do it.

After a while, he slowly spoke to the back: "But maybe I can assign an agent."

The black-haired mage turned around and seemed to suddenly become interested: "Yes..."

He pointed at Geralt and said, "This witch hunter doesn't count."

"nature."

The mirror master thought for a moment, looked at Bailang, and glanced at Ye Naifah not far away. His playful eyes made the two of them feel uncomfortable.

He clapped his hands gently.

The torch on the fence suddenly went out.

The surroundings suddenly became dark, and even the sparse starlight disappeared.

The warlocks suddenly fell into horror and looked around carefully.

rustle...

Something seemed to be moving around.

Not a plant or an animal.

But the darkness itself.

Everyone saw that the shadows around seemed to have become physical and began to flow like ink.

In the grass and on the branches, more and more black shadows "flowed" out and gathered around the mirror master.

They gradually become thicker, like a growing black sand dune, gradually condensed into human form.

That was a man.

He was tall and wore a brown leather robe and long black hair draped over his shoulders.

A shocking scar ran through his neck to the other shoulder, as if his body had been split into two there.

The black mist wrapped gradually dissipated, and the man's face gradually became clear. His entire left face was covered with wrinkles, as if a pink film was covered with skeletons. The wound was so big that it tore off the scalp on the entire forehead and exposed the white skull below.

The left eye disappeared, and a translucent crystal ball filled the hollow eye sockets.

The beating blood vessels wrapped around the tiny pupils, which were exactly the same as Philiba's strange eyes.

Although the man's right face is a little thin but still intact, he can still see his handsome face.

Everyone immediately recognized the man and fell into shock.

But the man's expression was full of confusion, and the deformed eyeball turned like a chameleon, looking at the surrounding environment.

He first looked at the black-haired sorcerer not far away. The panicked expression on the woman's face seemed to remind him of something, and murmured to himself: "Yen Naifa..."

Then he looked at the other warlocks:

"Fringera...Tris...Ada Emin..."

The dull eyes finally fell on the white wolf who was already stunned: "Gerald..."

"It seems that I don't have to introduce each other to you." Master Mirror came over and patted the man on the shoulder. The man's eyes quickly became clear.

At the same time, everyone screamed in unison: "Wiggofortz!"

The blank expression gradually disappeared, and a charming smile appeared on the man's face: "Everyone is here..."

He seemed to have understood the current situation, but just stood respectfully beside Master Mirror and looked at Zach with a smile.

The black-haired mage had no idea what was happening in front of him.

He thought that the mirror master would assign an agent and did some preparations, but he never expected it to be Wigofotz.

This warlock has the ability to cast spells and kill Yenne in seconds, and has the ability to crush the demon hunter in melee, and can even tear up high-level vampires with their hands.

Zach used lava to block the Shadow Elder from his inspiration.

But this "front of the surface" had long died, and could not die again.

In the final battle five years ago, Wigofortz hit Geralt's magical illusion many times because of his bad eyes. In the end, he was successfully killed by the witch hunter and beheaded on the spot.

The scar on his neck is the best evidence.

Although Wigofortz looks thin and pale, he seems to have indeed been resurrected by the Mirror Master.

interesting.

Although the black-haired mage was also surprised, he was not as helpless as others.

He just smiled: "Agent is just an agent."

He took a heavy backpack from Oujild: "There is a contract, you two will sign..."

The backpack slowly floated into the hands of Master Mirror, and the contract flew out from it.

Not just one piece of paper, not a few pieces of paper.
Chapter completed!