Art looked up and looked Lukka in the eye and asked, "You really weren't going to give it to me?"

"No, you die of this heart. Luca said.

"Then there's no way, you forced me to use the last resort. Ath sighed softly, as if she had made up her mind.

He pulled out a small, thirty-centimeter-long wand from the belt of the mage's robe and tapped it lightly on the table. Suddenly, a soft mist of light lit up around his body, and Ath's appearance changed rapidly in front of Luca, and the halos of various colors kept lighting up and extinguishing on his body.

"Disguise?" Lukka poked his finger into Shut Mouth's stomach, "Hey, you have that half of Crete's glasses, why don't you see that this guy has any magic on him?"

"It's a special situation here," Shut up, of course, he wouldn't admit that he had been staring at the salt-baked peanuts, and hadn't pushed the half of the lens in front of him at all, "where the projections of the two worlds meet, the effect of illusion is hidden in the shadows of the opposite world, even if Crete himself is here, he may not be able to see it." ”

"Okay, but he's flashing so endlessly, I'm dizzy to watch. Lukka looked at Athe, who was now like a neon sign in a goblin city, showing no signs of stopping.

"Hey, play by yourself, let's go first!" he said casually, turning to leave.

"Don't go, don't go, I'll be right away!" Art's voice came from the middle of the neon light, "It's really different here, the effect of the disguise can't be dispelled, why don't you help?"

Although Lukka didn't plan to do business with him this time, he suddenly became curious, and couldn't help but wonder what the young man was thinking about in his stomach, so he picked up the staff and dotted it through the air.

His mana flowed around the air, easily picking aside the magical energy that was wrapped around Art.

The light dissipated, and the young man's figure gradually settled.

"I'll help you for free this time, and I'll have to charge money for this in the future. Lukka put away his staff and was about to leave, but the other man hurried two steps to him.

"Wait, did I see you somewhere?" he asked, confused.

Art raised his hand and touched his face, making sure that his current appearance was not disguised by any magic, smiled and took two steps closer, and said to Luca, "Of course I did! No, it doesn't seem to be there yet." Forget it, whatever, anyway, you just said, as long as I call Dad, you can give me the retrieval device. ”

Then, he straightened his neckline, faced Luca, and shouted loudly and clearly: "Daddy!"

"I'll go, boy, where's your discipline?" Lukka took a step back, "Besides, when did I promise to tell you to tell Daddy and I'll shut up for you?"

Arte followed in his footsteps and took a step forward.

"Don't come closer, I'm going to call again!" Lukka held the amethyst staff sideways in front of him, but the other party didn't flinch at all, and stood in front of him and looked at him.

Lukka can see it more clearly now, although Atta is still young, but the facial features are distinct, no matter how you look at it, it feels familiar.

"Idiot, don't you look in the mirror?" shut up and slapped his wings on his head, "just like you." ”

"yes, Dad, I'm not like you, who else can I look like?" said Arte.

"Wait, don't be in a hurry, I don't remember a son like you!" Lukka was about to retreat into the corner.

"There's nothing I don't remember, look at this face, it's either your son or your father, choose one for yourself. Shut up and gloated.

"He's fourteen years old, and even if I'm in a hurry, I can't have a son in my teens, right?" Luca argued.

"Then why don't you call him Daddy?" shut up and gave a reverse suggestion.

"Get out!" Lukka tucked his head under his wings.

"Didn't I just explain? This is the intersection of two worlds, where space is distorted, where time overlaps, isn't it normal for you to have a son in the future?" said Art.

"If you all say that, it seems to make sense," Lukka scratched his head and beckoned to Att, "Hey, boy, Aarte isn't your real name, does it? ”

"No, your name for me is Charya, it sounds like a girl, it doesn't sound good at all. Arte said disgustedly.

"Then you can't just change your name. Luca said.

"I didn't change it, everyone in the wizarding world thinks it's a mouthful, and then Uncle Nick called me that, and everyone used to call me Art Lester. Arte explained.

"Uncle Nick, is that someone I know?" Luca thought the name was familiar.

"Of course you know, it's that chubby Uncle Nick who used to be at the same table with you at the Academy, and he's now a professor of magic circles at the Academy of Magic. "Astra gave a clear hint.

"Nick, little fat man, can he even be a professor?" Lukka saw the round figure in front of him.

"Well, that's the idea he gave me, to ask me for an automatic book retrieval device. Yat said.

"Stop calling it like that, it has a name, shut up!" Lukka couldn't bear the tongue twister.

After waiting for a while, the room was silent, and Lukka patted Yate on the shoulder and asked, "Why didn't you speak?"

"Didn't you tell me to shut up?" said Art, looking at him innocently.

It took Lukka a full ten minutes to explain the name of the parrot to his cheap son.

"Oh yes, Daddy," Luca said in a cold sweat, and Yat called out nicely, "Uncle Nick asked me to bring you a message." ”

"Can you please stop being so affectionate," Lukka wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, "what did he tell you to bring?"

Art swallowed back the next "Daddy" that was about to be blurted out, and after a pause, he replied, "Uncle Nick said that regarding the Amethyst Staff, Professor Fez found a will from his ancestor, which said that it was left to you, so you don't have to return it. ”

Luca breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't plan to return it at all, but it was still very gratifying to hear that Selva Fez had made arrangements hundreds of years ago to make himself the rightful owner of the Amethyst Staff.

"But," Arte continued, "the two rolls of fireproof cloth he left you are the property of the Academy, and I hope you will pay at the market price." ”

"Well," Lukka had already given Thea the two rolls of cloth, "and even if I wanted to pay, he'd have to come here to get them." ”

Yat shook his head: "Uncle Nick can't come, it's already the limit for him to come here for a few days when he was young, and if he wants to pass through it again, he will definitely be torn to pieces by the gravitational force between the two worlds." ”

"Then it's not my problem, it's not that I'm paying the bill, it's that he can't ask for it. Luka burst out laughing.