If you can help a friend, of course you should give him a hand.

Although these two guys didn't listen to good advice and wanted to become mages, now that things have come to this... well, let's eat first! After finishing his lunch in no time, Carl wiped his mouth and said to his two friends who finally got what they wanted and became mages:

"Oh, right! I'm also working part-time as an Arcane Knight. After the final exam, let's go find the teacher and ask about the training regulations!"

Carl has not yet learned all the characteristics of the Arcane Knight, and only has the ability to establish a magical connection with magic weapons.

"Ah? If you don't level up your Artificer level, why are you doing a part-time job?"

Bourbon and Bob were puzzled when they heard that Carl was working part-time as a soldier.

"Why else? The warrior's ability will help me in the dungeon!"

Bourbon and Bob showed a look of understanding, probably because they imagined what Carl had experienced in the dungeon.

"By the way, what spells have you two learned now?"

Carl actually didn't know much about the School of Illusion and only had a general impression, so he was a little curious about what abilities the mages who had just acquired the characteristics of the School of Illusion had.

"Ha! Only a secondary phantom."

With a bitter smile, Bourbon raised his hand, pulled off a bit of fluff from his wool vest, then clenched and unclenched his fist.

A stack of gold coins appeared in his palm as he loosened his hand. Carl was stunned at first, but then he realized that this was the effect of the secondary phantom.

He reached out and touched the phantoms of the gold coins, and Carl's fingers penetrated them unhindered.

As Carl moved, the phantom of the gold coin became blurry, and it did not return to its previous realistic appearance until Bourbon mobilized his magic again.

Looking at the gold coins in front of him, Carl always felt that he had grasped something.

But this feeling was too vague, and he couldn't quite grasp the idea.

A feeling of anxiety rose in Carl's heart. He felt that the inspiration just now could bring him and his two friends considerable benefits.

So he activated his psychic power, trying to use this special power to help himself find the inspiration that had just flashed by.

As the fluctuations of psychic energy emerged from Carl's body, the idea that had flashed through his mind before was grasped again by him.

“Bang!”

Karl stood up suddenly, and the chair behind him fell directly to the ground.

"Games! Projections! VR!"

In his excitement, Carl actually used the language of his previous life.

Bourbon and Bob looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what Carl meant.

"You two should come to my dorm to meet me sometime! I, I need to talk to my advisor about this idea!"

Leaving behind the two men who looked like fat and thin monks, Carl quickly left the cafeteria, leaving Bourbon and Bob, who still didn't understand the situation, looking at each other in bewilderment.

After Carl quickly ran out of the cafeteria, he immediately remembered that his master Moore had worked overtime last night and should still be catching up on sleep.

An idea that might change his career prospects at the School of Illusion was stuck in his mind, and Carl stamped his feet in frustration.

But he soon remembered that he had made an appointment with Nia to come over to his house later.

So he ran back to the back door of the cafeteria, bought a lot of food from the cafeteria manager, and then ran back to his dormitory.

The cafeteria allows students to buy ingredients and cook their own meals, and this is the same no matter which mage tower they are in.

However, such frugal students are a minority after all.

When Carl arrived at the dormitory, he found that the door was open and Nia was cleaning inside with magic. It seemed that she had been there for a while.

Putting down his backpack, Carl took out meat and vegetables from it and prepared to make a good meal for Nia.

Nia, who was cleaning, paused after hearing this, and then said with mixed emotions: "At that time, I didn't know whether you were dead or alive, why did I come here? Was it because of the scene that brought back memories?"

"What happens after you find out I'm alive?"

"Idiot! Why would I come here to clean if I know you're still alive?"

“Tsk!”

Clicking his lips, Carl quickly started to make lunch for Nia.

In fact, he didn't cook often before. Most of the time he would go to the cafeteria to order takeout and bring it back to eat with Nia.

However, during the time in the dungeon, Carl gradually became familiar with the cooking process, so now he actually likes to cook by himself.

After all, with magic, a water manipulation or magic trick can easily wash a pile of dishes.

Soon, three dishes and a soup were placed in front of Nia.

Looking at the sumptuous dishes in front of her, Nia took a half step back vigilantly, as if she had anticipated Carl's conspiracy.

"So many dishes, they shouldn't be made just because I help you clean the dormitory, right?"

"Hey, hey, I have an idea..."

Raising his hand to signal Nia to eat first, Carl took out some draft paper from his backpack and began to draw a simple design for the VR glasses.

After Nia finished her two bowls of rice, he held up the drawing and wanted Nia to comment on it.

"What's this?"

Even though Nia is a genius, there are some things that cannot be understood just by high IQ.

So, Karl told Nia his idea.

"Use the magic of the illusion school to create an immersive phantom, so as to achieve the materialization of information display...hiss~No wonder Professor Moore accepted you as his apprentice. Your idea is really..."

While eating the last bit of food, Nia analyzed Carl's idea very objectively.

"Are you praising me or insulting me? But seriously, if we can make this kind of projector or glasses, the low-level mages of the illusion school will have another way to make money! We, the artificers, won't have to work so hard to draw the design in the future!"

Waving the draft paper in his hand, Carl seemed to have seen a future where a complete design could come into being with just a thought.

But Nia poured a bucket of cold water on him at this time.

"Then how do you solve the problem of spell timeliness and illusion changes? Use a 2nd-level Phantom Power spell? But if you use a strange machine to release the spell effect, anyone with normal intelligence can see through the illusion, right? Or, do you want to use a 3rd-level advanced illusion?"

Most of the spells of the illusion school take effect on human consciousness, such as the 2nd-level phantom power. Undead and constructs are directly immune to this spell, and as long as their intelligence is slightly higher, they can easily see through the spell effect and make the spell ineffective.

Although the Advanced Illusion spell was used to create actual illusions, if the effects of this spell were used as the basis for this kind of contraption, not only would the cost be high, but low-level illusionists would also be unable to participate.

This will increase costs.

"Then we still have to use a 0-ring secondary phantom! As for how to make the phantom move... well... I only have a few ideas at the moment. I'll tell you after I experiment!"

After feeling his current condition, Carl ran directly into the house and fell asleep.

He wanted to experiment with his ideas in the dream world.

(End of this chapter)