Lukka successfully changed the subject, and Phil also knew that it was better for him not to watch the next magic time.

Standing up and just about to go out, Luca stopped him again: "Help me bring a word, let Daniel catch a few baskets of live fish, not too big, the number should be large, and if you catch it, you will send it over immediately." ”

"Are you hungry?" asked Phil, confused.

"I'm not hungry, but necromantic spells can't be experimented in my spiritual starry sky, and I have to find some targets to cast them. Luca said.

"Got it!" Phil trotted away.

"Now, you can write down the spell and graphics for that spell. Lukka turned to find Aat sitting in his chair, staring at the quill and parchment in front of him.

"You won't forget, will you?" asked with his mouth shut and tilting his head.

"Of course I haven't forgotten!" Atté glared at it, "it's just that I'm just a projection with you, and I can't even pick up your pen and paper." ”

As he spoke, he reached for the quill, his fingers running through the white feather without hindrance.

"You see, I can't interact with your entity here. Yat was slightly frustrated.

"Can't interact?" Lukka repeated in a low voice, "and how did you get on the chair? Don't tell me you're squatting in the air, it's unlikely you're capable of that." ”

"This?" Atter looked down, "because there's a chair where I'm actually located." ”

"Wait, maybe that's going to work!" he jumped out of his chair as if he had remembered something, spun around and began to scelerate, disappearing through the wall into Luca's field of vision, leaving Lukka and Shut up looking at each other.

A moment later, Art came back sweating profusely, holding something in both hands, which judging by the gesture of his fingers, should be pen and paper.

"Combine my paper with yours, and maybe you'll be able to map what you've written. Arte explained.

In fact, Lukka felt that this was not very reliable, and the connection between the time sections was not so easy to succeed, but since Yat was full of confidence, he pulled another chair and sat down to watch quietly.

Aat lay on the table and wrote and drew for a while, then carefully checked one side, blotted the ink with drying powder, lifted the whole paper and shook it, and placed it in front of Luca.

The parchment of this time is really connected to Astra's, but the effect is not so perfect.

"You want me to see this?" Lukka asked, pointing to the smeared ball of ink on the paper.

"Can't you see clearly?" Art looked down and examined it carefully, "It looks pretty clear to me." ”

Shut up and snorted: "A mage apprentice is really beyond his power to try to establish a connection of time out of thin air. ”

"What's beyond your means?" said Art, unconvinced, "I've even projected myself!"

"Do you dare to say that you made this projection entirely yourself? Nick didn't help? Your dad didn't do it?" Shut up and asked aloud.

Art was stunned for a moment, staring at the wall behind him, his thoughts seemingly drifting to nowhere.

"Are you alright?

Art suddenly came back to his senses, slapped his head, and then moved quickly...... Start undressing.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Lukka tried to stop, but there was nothing he could do about a projection.

"It just reminded me," Arte said, stripped naked, and pointed to her mouth shut, "I'm the link to this projection spell, but you can only see what is in me." ”

"So," he said, holding up the quill, which Lukka could not see, "write it on myself, and you will be able to see it, and you will be able to transcribe it." ”

"You can't write on your clothes, do you have to take them off, and you don't know what do you think I've done to you?" Lukka shook his head helplessly.

"No!" said Art, firmly, "my clothes are dirty, and I'm afraid my mother will beat me." ”

Ink flowed from the invisible tip of the pen, as if out of thin air under the finger, revealing a spell on Art's left arm. Then, he drew a spell on his chest.

"That's pretty clear. Lukka was very satisfied, "Shut up, you copy it quickly." ”

But the parrot did not answer him.

"Did you hear that?"

Lukka turned his head and saw that Shut Up had already flown to the farthest windowsill, with his two wings folded in front of his face, and kept muttering, "I can't see, I can't see, I don't see......"

"What's the matter with you, why don't you let me worry?" Lukka stood up, walked over to Shut Up, and pressed his wings down.

Shut up and still refused to open his eyes, shouting: "I can't read it! I have a safety device here! If this kind of thing is included, maybe other materials will be locked!"

"Is that an exaggeration?" Lukka frowned, "Forget it, I'll copy it myself." ”

"Ahh

Lukka, of course, did not want to freeze him out, although it came a little abruptly, and the child was his own son, so he quickly took up his pen, quickly recorded the spells and figures, and carefully checked that they were correct, and let Art get dressed.

"You can go, it's best not to have anyone around when I'm trying new magic. Luca said.

"I'm not going to go!" said Atté, arrying his sleeves, "I can stay here until noon tomorrow, so why rush to leave?"

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Lukka felt that there was definitely something wrong with Arte, and it couldn't be as simple as wanting to go sightseeing on the ship.

"Actually, that's right," Art pointed to shut up, "didn't you promise me to give it to me? ”

"No!" cried the parrot with its eyes closed.

"Not right now," Lukka shook his head as well, "things are not settled here, it can't go." ”

"I'm not going to take it with me," said Att, "can't I stay here for the night tonight? lend me to watch it for the night, and let me remember what I can pass the exam, and pay you back early tomorrow morning." ”

Lukka thought for a moment and said, "That's fine. There's a little study next to the lounge, so go there. ”

"Do you say yes? I haven't agreed!" Shut up and turned his head to fly, but without opening his eyes, it hit the wall directly.

"It's bad-tempered, you can find a way to coax it yourself. Lukka walked over and picked it up and stuffed it into Art's hand, and when he did this, he himself was taken aback, "Aren't you a projection? How can you catch it?"