Lukka said the word "potion", turned back and waved at Phil, turned around and walked in the direction of the dinghy.

Yat was very anxious, and shouted after him: "You really didn't deal with this passage today?"

Lukka took two steps, stopped and thought about it, nodded and said, "Also, it's not good to hang like this." He turned around, raised his staff and waved it in the air, and the white marble that was divided into six pieces immediately gathered in the middle, and with a "snap", it was put together into a complete piece, and there was not a single crack to be seen.

"Go back, come back when you're ready. Lukka said, leading the group back.

Yat rushed to him in a few steps: "Can you get ready today?"

"Are you kidding today?" Lukka paused, "Why today?

"It's not that I'm in a hurry," Atté sweated, "it's me who is in a hurry, I can only stay for one day this time." ”

Lukka was not in a hurry at all: "I can't help this, and you don't want me to do it if I'm not ready, right......?"

"Okay, okay, you don't need to say any more, prepare well, don't fail. Astra quickly gave in.

Lukka didn't stop any longer, took everyone back to the ship, and immediately called Phil to the captain's room.

"Look, I'm just saying that the essence of the sacred tree is useful, right?" Although Phil didn't understand the things about the magic faction, he could hear the words "life energy" and "alchemical potion" clearly.

"Then I don't need to explain what potions to make, do I?" Lukka breathed a sigh of relief, it was always easier to deal with smart people, provided that the other party didn't intend to cheat you.

Phil replied, "To repair the damage caused by necromantic spells, I should be able to make a potion to cover up." It's just that this effect, you said too vaguely. ”

"How do you make it clear?" Lukka asked.

"It's unclear to say, I have to actually look at the specific damage situation before I can adjust the potion formula. "Moreover, this is an experimental agent, and after it is made, some clinical trials are needed to test the effect of the drug." ”

"Be clear. Lukka was a little dizzy by him.

"You'll have to figure out the damage caused by necromancy and let me experiment with it before I can make an effective potion. Phil said as briefly as he could.

"It's a bit difficult. Lukka was embarrassed. He hadn't used blood magic since his soul was repaired, but the method was clear to him now, and he could use it at any time if he wanted to, and of course, the collateral damage would be greater.

But Phil only tried to make a repair potion, and didn't even come up with a basic formula, and now with this method, if he encounters any difficulties in the process of developing the potion, Lukka doesn't want to pass on the damage to the rest of the crew, so he can only wait and watch his life force continue to drain.

Now it seems that it is obviously safer to use blood magic to cast spells of other systems than to find a low-level necromancy and cast it on the test subject.

Luca explained, and Phil agreed, but he flapped his wings and flew to the windowsill, shouting, "Don't hit my attention!

"Where do you want to go? I don't have that going to. Lukka said, "You're not a creature, can necromancy work for you?"

"That's right. Shut up and relaxed, "Then why do you keep staring at me?"

Lukka said, "I need to learn a new spell, don't you look at who?"

"How many times have I said that?" Shut up and still standing on the windowsill refusing to come back, "I haven't recorded any specific necromancy!"

"What then? Do you really want to experiment with myself?" Lukka was a little disappointed.

"I knew I wasn't going to run in vain this time!" Art's voice suddenly came from outside the window, "I don't know about the complicated necromancy, but there was an introductory flesh wither, I do remember." ”

"Why are you still here?" asked Lukka through the window.

"Why hurry back if you can stay all day? I want to walk around here, I've never seen your ship before." Arte said, ghostly through the wall and into the captain's quarters.

Seeing Luca staring at him seriously, he quickly explained: "This is a projection, of course I passed through the wall casually, I am alive, not a ghost." ”

"It's not like I've never seen ghosts, but I'm curious about something else. Luca said.

"What's the matter?" said Art, sitting down in his chair without a hint of it.

Lukka walked up to him, bent down and looked him in the eye and asked, "How did you learn necromancy as an apprentice mage?"

"How is that possible?" Arte jumped up from his chair, "I don't know how to use this spell! I just remember, you can draw a diagram of the direction of the spell and the flow of mana, and I really haven't cast it once!"

"Where did you see that?" Lukka continued.

"From Uncle Nick!" Art was busy pleading, and simply confessed to the little fat Nick.

"Nick, isn't he at the Mage Academy, why did he go to learn necromancy?" Lukka wondered even more.

"You misunderstood, he was doing things for the Academy, driving away a few necromancers who wanted to make trouble in the Academy, and also seized a lot of their things, including a book with a lot of necromancy written in it. Arte explained.

"Even then, this kind of book is not something you can access. Luca doesn't say anything like that.

"I was only five years old," said Att, "and you went away and sent me to live with Uncle Nick, and I glanced at the book while they counted the items, and I didn't read much, only this one spell." ”

"You haven't cast this spell in all these years, and you can still remember the spells and patterns?" Lukka didn't quite believe that, in general, for a mage to really learn a spell, he had to actually cast it, and the spells and graphics could be truly imprinted in his heart, otherwise, those things would soon be forgotten.

Art pursed his lips and said, "I just can't forget it, and you even praised me for being the second best memory in your impression." ”

Phil couldn't help but interject and ask, "When did he boast?"

"Don't interrupt," Lukka knew that Arte would definitely not be able to answer this question, so he simply changed the subject, "Who's the best memory?"

"Idiot, who else but me?" said Shut Up and flew over his shoulder.

"Aren't you interrupting too?" muttered Phil quietly, not dwelling on the previous question.