"That's all."

"oh."

At this moment, Wigofortz saw the strange male elf slowly walking to the mirror master.

"I am deeply sorry for your situation..." The elf squatted down and said politely: "If you can reopen the door to the world - Ed Gais, my clan will be grateful..."

Wigofortz didn't know what the Gate of the World was, but he vaguely felt that it was something amazing.

"Wacrasum...I can't do it..." The dark shadow on the ground was sometimes sharp and sometimes gloomy. It rolled back and forth on the ground, as if it was suffering a huge pain.

The elf sighed, got up and walked aside, his face full of loss.

Wigofortz saw the rest of the people whispering for a while, and Yennefa and Geralt glanced at them.

Then Tris spoke slowly, his voice loud and clear: "My wish is to resurrect Visemir."

This time the wish took effect.

The shadows around him gathered together, and an old man with gray hair walked out of it.

"Gelot? Yennefa? Are you dead too?" The old man rubbed his neck and looked at the people around him in confusion: "And Tris, why are you dead too?"

The witch hunter directly hugged the old man with a confused look on his face.

Wigofortz chuckled: "Am I so stupid just now?"

The black-haired young mage also had a smile on his face: "Half a pound."

The sorcerer shrugged and bite the dried fruit in his hand.

The shadow of the mirror master kept scattering and gathering, as if he wanted to escape hard, but he was still firmly bound to the spot.

Perhaps I have figured out the rules and my wishes are getting smoother and smoother.

The elf sage Ada Emin resurrected his parents.

The strange man with scarred face resurrected his wife, and the first thing that the woman with heavy smoky makeup did after resurrection was to give her husband a big slap.

The male elf wanted to resurrect the founder of the ancient blood, Laura Doron, but it was too old to achieve it.

He tried several other options, including a elves called Oberon, but none of them worked.

Some self-deprecating elves finally made a wish to grow two inches taller.

However, as the wishes were realized, Wigofortz saw the dark shadow on the ground becoming more and more blurred, as if it was slowly dissipating.

The one who dissipates with it is also his own consciousness.

"It seems that time has come." He spoke with a relaxed tone and tried to look careless.

"Yes, the time is up..." The black-haired mage took the horn back from him: "Is there any final request?"

The final requirement?

Wigofortz looked around, and the transparent shield still enveloped the entire intersection, but the outside world seemed to have regained vitality.

"Can you..." He pointed to the sky: "Let me take a last look at the stars?"

The black-haired young man looked at himself in surprise, smiled and nodded, then snapped his fingers.

The translucent shield disappeared in an instant, and the originally blurred night sky was exposed to him again.

Countless stars are flashing in the darkness, far away in the sky, but they seem to be within reach.

Beautiful...intoxicating...

"I really want to..." he murmured to himself: "Go and have a look..."

The vision gradually became hazy, the starry sky blurred, and the stars seemed to sink into the deep lake bottom and left him again.

Darkness came, and coldness wrapped his body again.

Consciousness gradually dissipates.

"Hey, Wat Pedick." The young man's voice suddenly rang out of the darkness: "Your agent has resigned..."

With the mage's words, Wigofotz felt something left his body.

The black shadow trembled in the blurry vision, and then completely dissipated with a twisted whine.

The face of the black-haired young man gradually became clear in his vision:

“Not everyone has a second chance, this time…”

He felt someone patting his shoulder:
Chapter completed!