"You need help," this time, the man in black didn't force a whole bunch of things into Rhaeggar's mind with just one sentence as before, "your buddies should be your help, not a drag, but they're not doing enough right now, and besides, you'll have to confirm if they're really buddies you can trust unreservedly." His eyes flashed with a purple light, and his voice seemed to sound directly in the depths of the soul of the geist, "Let's do a quiz!"

When the large 'door' of the top hall slowly opened again, Rhaegar strolled out of the room that belonged only to the master of the Storm God, and outside the large 'door', the mages who had been notified, including those who had left the mage tower loyal to Carson, and his companions, were all waiting there.

A slender figure swept across the ground like a windy breeze as he stepped out of the big gate, like a homing swallow thrown into his arms.

Rhaegar patted Willy, who was suffering from longing in her arms, and then hugged the 'female' warrior with one hand without a trace, and his eyes were on the mages who were standing silently, who bent down and greeted their masters with mage etiquette.

"Tell the members of the Deacons Council to come to the council hall and wait for me. Rhaegar instructed Covel, who was now the chief deacon here, and then, holding Willy, strode over to his companions. "Come with me, I have something for you. Rhaegar said to the team as he stepped up his efforts to prevent Willy, who had come to her senses, from breaking free from her arms because of her shyness.

In the middle of the valley, Rhaegar and his companions were standing face to face, his arms still stubbornly wrapped around Willy, who had long since given up resisting and began to enjoy the tenderness he had dreamed of for a long time.

"Before I 'give' it to you," said the geist with a solemn face, looking at his fellows, "I want to know what you really think—please tell me what your heart's greatest wish is?, believe me, it is very important for my decision and for yourselves, and you must tell the truth." ”

Rhaeggar's look and tone infected everyone present, and even the dwarf, who didn't care about everything, became serious, his eyes widened as he stared at the geist in front of him, trying to think, but he seemed a little confused—it was clear that he had never thought about it.

"'Spirit' spirit. Rhaegar looked at Haim and asked the latter first, and in his opinion, this calm and sane 'elf' was undoubtedly the one who knew what he wanted the most out of all. Sure enough, Heim, who heard his name, frowned slightly, looking a little reluctant, but in the end, he answered the question anyway.

"You know, my race is not accepted by the majority of the 'elves,'" said Heim, "and they think we're blaspheming the gods, and they're causing the whole race to suffer." He didn't want to talk too much about it, so he just passed it aside, and continued: "My wish is that the red-haired 'elf' spirit can regain its former glory as the king of the 'elf' spirit. "The light of fanaticism flickered in his eyes, and when he spoke of his ideals, this 'spirit' spirit behaved like a young man full of enthusiasm.

Rhaegar wasn't surprised by this—in fact, he was the only one in the entire team who had been to the Forgotten Jungle who knew what happened to the red-haired elves—and his gaze turned in the other direction, at Nack as he was thinking.

"Uh......" The sub-giant hesitated, as if he didn't know whether to say his wish or not, but eventually, the big man mustered up his courage, "I think you all know that I come from a sub-giant tribe located in another civilization area, but there are not many people there anymore, I am the youngest person there, our tribe, our race is facing extinction, so, if possible, I hope to ......"

"You want to find a 'female' giant!" exclaimed Tomahawk, complacent at finally learning a secret from Nack that would give him an advantage in his recent rivalry with the sub-giants.

"It's your turn. The dwarven joy didn't last long, and when Rhaegar asked him a question, he froze.

"Let me think about it......" The question seemed to distress him, and the tomahawk scratched his head hard, "I wish I could drink every day, but I would like to be able to build weapons like Kroll, but my favorite thing is to fight, and to slaughter those monsters with all of you......"

The geist didn't listen any longer, and his gaze turned to Willy in his arms, who was looking at him tacitly at this time, "My wish," Willy's voice carried unconcealed satisfaction and tenderness, "it has been granted." She arched hard into Rhaeggar's arms, pressing closer to the latter's body.

With a long exhalation, Rhaegar looked around at the companions, "I'm glad you were able to say what you wanted," he said, "It shows that you have complete trust in me in your hearts, and in return for that trust, I am now going to give each of you a thing." ”

Four stones of different colors appeared in the air out of thin air, and the next moment, they flew towards each of the four team members, and submerged into them before they could react.

"Don't worry," Rhaegar said to his companions, "they won't be in any danger, these stones may not allow you to fulfill your wishes all at once, but I promise you that they will work when you have a chance to do so, and these stones will take your strength to the next level." ”

"We believe in you," said Heim, "and without you, we wouldn't know where we would have died." He looked at Rhaegar and said, "But we are partners, and there should be nothing to hide from each other, and since we have told you all our wishes, I hope you will tell me the reasons for doing so." ”

Rhaegar gently let go of Willy in his arms, "We are friends who can live and die together," he said to the group, "and I have never let you down, and I will not this time. He paused slightly, then said, "Remember the mysterious man in black you talked about? In fact, that mysterious and powerful being is no stranger to me, and I have seen him at least twice before you. He candidly recounted his three meetings with the Man in Black, including the test he had asked him to do to test whether the team trusted him completely, and the four stones that magically appeared in his hands after he returned to the hall and the knowledge of the purpose of the stones that came to his mind at the same time, without the slightest reservation, as if the team had done to him.

"I have to apologize to you," Rhaegar said at the end of the story, "and I know it's hard to get you to tell your secrets publicly. But I must do that, these stones will have an immeasurable effect on you, and as the key to their effect, you must really speak your heart's desires without any concealment. ”

For true companions, this candor was enough to dispel any unhappiness, and while it would be embarrassing to speak out about his long-hidden wishes, Rhaegar was quickly tolerated. In fact, they were well aware that the benefits far outweighed the losses in this matter - although it was unclear what the stones were for, a gift from an being like the Man in Black was definitely a treasure that was rarer than an artifact.

"As for the usefulness of the stones, you need to discover them yourself," said Rhaegar after receiving everyone's understanding, "but one thing is certain, when you want to fulfill your wishes, these stones will truly fulfill their own role." ”

"My men are waiting for me, and after talking to them, I must leave here to do something, and we may not be able to see each other for a while." He threw a gentle smile at Willy, who had a reluctant look on her face, and then disappeared completely into thin air.

It was a terrible night, and it was by no means a good weather for the most experienced and who had to walk at night: the torrential downpour made the trail muddy and slippery, the landslides made it impassable in many places, the lightning flashed from the sky and the deafening thunder was terrifying, and the raging wind could blow a horse to its feet. It's no exaggeration to say that even dragons wouldn't be here at such a time.

However, it was on such a night, in such weather, that a figure walked calmly on this mountain road. The wind could not hinder his progress at all, the torrential rain could no longer advance a few meters away from him as if separated by a transparent wall, those snake-like lightning bolts always avoided the place where he appeared as if they were conscious, and under his feet, whether it was muddy water or potholes, even the boulders blocking the mountain road could not affect his steps in the slightest, even in the most difficult places, he still seemed to be walking on the smoothest and most comfortable road. If one had looked at his body at this time, they would have found that neither the rain nor the mud under his feet could leave a trace on the pedestrian's body.