"Pirates are amazing, can you beat people at will, pirates?" Selva Fess suddenly disappeared in front of the window, and appeared behind Lukka in the blink of an eye. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I don't really want to hit you, didn't you say that you are a mirror image? Ordinary people hear someone say this, and their first reaction is to touch it to confirm the authenticity, right?" Lukka turned back and said very sincerely.

"Can't you tell the difference between 'touching' and 'tapping with your staff?'" Selva squeezed the sentence out between his teeth.

"You walked too fast, I didn't touch it, the staff is a little longer!and, if you are a mirror image, what's the difference between touching and knocking?" said Luca.

Selva's face was red and white for a while, and it took a long time to "snort": "Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as you juniors!"

Lukka still asked reluctantly: "But you haven't made it clear yet, how could you be hit by my staff?"

Selva flashed to the window again, propped her arms on the windowsill, leaned out, and looked outside for a while before turning around and saying slowly, "First of all, correct a detail, it's not just your staff, it's also mine." ”

"So it can hit you?" Luca didn't figure out the connection.

"Not really, I'm just reminding you. Selva smiled, "Do you think it's weird to be able to touch a mirror image?"

He flashed back to Lukka's side, "Then how can you be sure that you are also an entity at this moment? can you be sure that this room you are in now, this building, and even the action you just struck me with your staff?"

Lukka looked up at the window that Selva had just leaned on, which was supposed to be Tata Island in the night.

Although he didn't spend the night in this bedroom much, he clearly remembered that the window was directly facing the dim lights of Rotten Sail Town all night long, and occasionally the pirates would be drunk and scolding in the distance, and even when they were unlucky, there would be some disgusting smells wafting in.

Now, the window was still covered in the silver glow of the full moon, but there was a voice from outside that was so familiar to Lukka that it shouldn't have been.

Lukka walked to the window, and there were no islands or buildings outside, only the white spray of white spray crashing against each other, making a rhythmic "whoosh" sound, like the sound that accompanied him every night on the Silent Death.

He turned, and the large, heavy bed in the bedroom quickly narrowed and shortened before his eyes, leaning against the wall to the right. The wooden box at the head of the bed was elongated, and the lines on it flashed a few times, turning into the desk that Lukka faced every day in the Silent Death's captain's room.

The other furnishings also changed their appearance, only a hanger in the corner of the wall moved a little slowly, shook a few times and failed to find any targets in the captain's room that could change, and unwillingly shook a few times, and disappeared out of thin air.

Selva sat down in a chair, crossed her legs to the table, picked up a quill pen that had not been stained with ink, scratched her nails leisurely with the tip, and asked with a smile: "So, Captain Lester, where do you think you are?"

It was the first thought that crossed Lukka's mind, no one could completely deform the room or teleport him somewhere else without touching his perception of the flow of mana. Not even the Archmagus!

Moreover, this captain's room is certainly not real, Lukka clearly remembers that the Silent Death was moored at Pier 1 tonight, and from the window, you should only see the masts of countless pirate ships and merchant ships, not such an empty sea.

"Do you have an answer?" Selva's figure flashed in front of him again.

Lukka was silent for a moment, then hesitantly replied, "I...... Is it in a dream?"

"No, but it's close!" Selva clapped his hands behind him, and the next second he reappeared in the chair behind his desk, with a heavy magic book in his hand.

"Whose consciousness is that?" Lukka continued to speculate.

"No," Selva said, closing the book, with no title on the cover, but an exaggerated image of a parrot, "this is me and you in a direct exchange of thoughts." According to the world you're in, you're on a video call in your head. ”

"How do you even know that?" Lukka scratched his head, removing the word "in the head", the term video call was not supposed to belong in the wizarding world.

"Because I'm very knowledgeable!" said Selva without modesty.

"Stop bragging, what the hell are you looking for me?" Lukka asked.

"I'm here to bring you some information about the situation you're facing. Selva was succinct this time.

"Okay, I'll listen. Lukka tugged over another chair and sat down.

Selva lowered her head, came over for a moment and said, "I...... I can't say it. ”

"Can't tell, is this the kind of information that doesn't wear clothes?" Lukka asked in surprise.

"No, there are rules in this world that limit what I can reveal. Selva thought for a moment and continued, "But it's okay, I can show you." ”

"Look, what are you looking at?" before Lukka could finish speaking, the other man flashed up to him, his right hand pressed on his shoulder.

"Remember all the details you see, and don't let them go at all. As for how much you can comprehend, it's all up to you. As Selva spoke, the scene in front of Lukka changed abruptly.

Now he stood in a gray brick building, a red carpet with gold trim on the floor of the narrow corridor, and at the end of it stood a golden throne.

"This is the throne on Winter Qingdao?" Luka's hand on his shoulder had been released, and he took a few steps in the direction of the throne.

Not hearing an answer, Lukka turned to look at Selva. The archmage didn't say a word, but just stretched out the index finger of his right hand and put it on his lips, using a gesture to indicate that he "can't speak".

It seems that you can only rely on your own eyes to capture information. Lukka thought as he approached the throne.

Unlike what he had seen in Taylor's consciousness before, now, around the golden chair, there was a complex force condensed. It was a whirlpool created by the convergence of the divine powers of the three main gods, and Lukka walked nearby, unable to take a single step forward.

His eyes widened for fear that he would miss any details. The only thing that could be projected into his pupils was the throne that stood firmly in the middle of the whirlpool, and the stone steps that were shattered by the divine power.

"Are you trying to tell me that this is where they want to open the passage?" Lukka wasn't sure, because he already knew the answer, and Selva probably wouldn't come here for such a thing.

The Archmagister remained silent and slowly walked over to Luca's side.

His right hand pressed on Luka's shoulder again.