Lukka finally got everything ready and began to repair the Amethyst Staff. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He poured all the molten gold into a large silver plate in front of him, which he had prepared beforehand, smooth as a mirror, without any patterns that might cause interference.

The viscous golden liquid began to accumulate only in the middle of the plate, and after a few seconds, it succumbed to the effects of gravity and slowly flowed to the periphery of the plate.

Lukka took out three broken crystals and placed them on top of the solution on the plate in a position.

He then placed his left hand dangling above the plate.

The molten gold shook violently, and a ripple rippled across the plate.

Soon, the ripples began to change direction with the flow of mana channeled by Luca, and the molten gold condensed into a thin stream, outlining the shape of the repair circle in the silver platter.

The force that ordinary people could not perceive pushed the three shattered crystals from the outside with the convergence of the molten gold agent.

The crystals only shook slightly, but as the molten gold in the circle mixed with the flow of mana flowed faster and faster, they finally left their original positions.

With a "snap", three pieces were put together.

The molten gold around the crystal no longer bubbles like a stream, but is attracted to the surface of the crystal drop by drop, and the periphery of the crystal, which has not yet fully fused into a whole, soon forms a thick golden coating.

This coating is not fixed, if you look closely, you will find that those golden liquids with purple points of light are also secretly surging according to the rules of the magic circle just now, but they have changed from flat to three-dimensional.

Almost at the same time, Luca's spirit was projected into it, and with the crystal in repair, he entered a meditative state.

The earth under the spiritual starry sky is no longer pitch black.

It doesn't matter where you are here, the place where Luca stands is the center of the space.

Now this place, around him, was surrounded by mist-like golden energy, which was the projection of molten gold in this space. In Luka's front, right, and back, three half-human-tall purple crystals were suspended in the air, just level with his chest.

With the ability of a junior mage, guiding such a magic circle, Lukka felt a little difficult.

The golden energy gathered bit by bit, and every centimeter it moved made a lot of beads of sweat ooze from Luka's forehead.

Still, he gritted his teeth, little by little, to let the energy of the molten agent work according to his mind.

According to Shut Up's estimates, Lukka would probably need to make at least ten attempts before he could successfully repair the crystal.

"One more attempt will cost you an extra penny!" he muttered to himself, his eyes focused neither on the energy channeled in his hand nor on the slowly approaching crystal, as if he had long since drifted out of this realm.

The energy was finally connected into a perfect circle, and it was running rapidly.

The speed at which the crystals approached suddenly increased, and the three crystals flew towards Lukka almost at the same time.

He didn't have time to dodge, and he didn't have the idea of dodging.

Lukka stood at the node in the center of the Ability Circle, and if he wanted to continue to guide this circle, he couldn't move a step.

The seemingly solid crystal slammed directly into his chest, but it passed directly through his coat, skin, and flesh like a phantom.

In the middle of Lukka's ribcage, the three purple crystals remerged into one, and then quickly shrunk.

At the same time, the golden energy also suddenly converged, converging at the same point as the crystal.

After that, there was silence.

"Is this done?" Lukka couldn't believe how things could go so smoothly.

He was about to withdraw from his meditative state when a golden beam of light suddenly erupted from the middle of his chest, where the crystal and golden energy clusters converged, and shot straight into the sky.

The six directions of the spiritual starry sky belong to the six magic factions. But directly above it doesn't belong to any of the departments, it's where the magic of the six systems meet.

A few seconds later, as unexpected as it had appeared, the light shattered into countless points of light, like countless bright ice crystals, falling from above.

In front of Luca, these flashpoints recondensed, forming a mirror surface of about half a meter, the light on it slowly dimmed, the center of the mirror became transparent, and what emerged inside was not the obsidian earth and starlight behind it.

"A window?" Lukka looked in.

Inside the window, there was a brightly lit office, the size of the Silent Reaper's captain's quarters.

Lukka was surprised to find that his gaze was not limited by the size of the window, but could drift freely to any corner of the room.

"Plane fluctuations again?" a voice caught Luca's attention.

On one side of the room, behind a desk near the wall, a gray-robed mage with a quill in his hand, apparently scribbling a book a moment ago, interrupted by Luca's sudden visit.

He looked up and looked in the direction the window was.

"Acquaintance!" Lukka was overjoyed, this wrinkled old mage was none other than Professor Fez, whom he nicknamed "Pleated Monster".

But Professor Fez, however, did not seem to see him, only frowned, and buried his head in the pile of books on the table again.

"Hey!" Lukka cried out several times, finally making sure that it was just a one-way viewing window, and that Professor Fez could neither see nor hear him.

"Is it because the Amethyst Staff was originally Professor Fez's?" he thought.

Lukka wanted to look a little longer, but the window was slowly shrinking.

However, just as the window was closing, the corner of his eye swept some unusual movements.

On the wall of that room, there was a row of huge oil paintings. Judging from the text marked below, those should be life-size portraits of the ancestors of Professor Fez's family, and the background of the painting is either the mage tower or the library, which is obviously a mage family with a deep history in the wizarding world.

Most of the characters in the paintings look very similar to Professor Fez, and all of them, without exception, have amethyst staff in their hands.

Among these portraits, one stands out from the rest, with nothing to do with magic in the background, but a vast sea.

"Selva Fez. Luca read the name underneath the portrait, which, judging by the year of birth and death at the back of the name, was at least Professor Fez's great-great-great-grandfather.

The name felt familiar to Luca, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it, so he whispered it a few times.

When he looked up, he was shocked to see that the ocean in the background of the painting was beginning to wave, and the eyes of Selva Fez in the painting were looking directly at him with a smile.

Lukka wanted to say something, but the window was closed.

He tried again a few times, but the opening of that window seemed to be just an accident.

Lukka didn't dwell too much on it, and left the Spirit Starry Sky.

On the desk in the captain's room, the purple crystal was crystal clear throughout, and there were faint golden flashes on the inside than before.