In the Crimson Spire, within the duke's study.
Sigmund, whose figure had grown somewhat portly, was bent over a large desk, concentrating intently on drawing and calculating on a piece of parchment, sketching out a magic circle diagram related to the field of soul purification.
Knock knock—
A cautious knocking interrupted his highly focused thoughts.
"Come in!" he replied without looking up.
The new aide pushed open the door, holding in his arms a square package inscribed with sealing magic, and carefully placed it in an empty spot on the desk.
Sigmund raised his head from the complex diagram, his gaze somewhat puzzled as it swept over the package. "What is this?"
"My lord, have you forgotten? This is the item you personally ordered earlier, requesting it be urgently delivered through special channels at the highest priority." The aide answered respectfully. His knowledge was limited to this—even he had no authority to know the specific contents of the package.
Sigmund understood instantly. This must be another thing his "cohabitant" had procured using his name.
"Get me its shipping route and records of everyone who handled it..." Sigmund instinctively began, wanting to trace the source.
"Do you need the detailed transfer records and contact personnel list for this item?" The aide immediately supplemented the inquiry thoughtfully and professionally.
However, Sigmund hesitated mid-sentence. He fell silent for a moment, then changed his mind: "Never mind. You may go."
A trace of surprise flashed through the aide's eyes, but he had the good sense not to ask any further questions. He bowed and quietly withdrew from the study.
Sigmund had indeed just wanted to trace this package's origin, attempting to follow the trail and glimpse some details about this "roommate" whose name he didn't even know.
But he quickly abandoned this tempting notion.
Since there was currently no way to expel the other party from his body and soul, what meaning would there be in discovering the source?
It might instead anger the other party and invite even more troublesome retaliation.
Like last time, when he ordered all sugar products removed from the tower to curb his body's continued weight gain—what was the result?
When he regained control of his body, that extremely precious tome he'd been studying had been painted pure black, with not a single bit of content visible.
Still, he asked somewhat curiously: "What's inside this?"
That annoying but somewhat familiar voice sounded in his mind: "Something delicious. Want to try some?"
Sigmund's lips twitched, leaving him completely speechless.
He decisively looked away, redirecting his attention back to the unfinished magic circle diagram, as if that package emanating mysterious energy didn't exist at all.
After several days of deduction and calculation, Sigmund finally perfected this soul purification magic circle he'd been working on—not extremely complex, but highly targeted.
He used precious materials he'd prepared long ago, personally drawing the circle diagram on the floor of the ritual chamber at the bottom level of the Crimson Spire.
Throughout the entire process, Lin Jun never interfered, instead watching with great interest "from the sidelines," absorbing new knowledge about souls and magic circles through Sigmund's senses.
When the magic circle was finally activated, ghostly blue light illuminated along the grooves, and a strange sensation flowed through both Sigmund's and Lin Jun's "spirit bodies."
It was an indescribable refreshing feeling, like plunging burning fingers into cool, clear mountain stream water, bringing momentary tranquility and cleansing.
After the brief comfortable sensation faded, Lin Jun consoled him at an opportune moment: "Xiao Xi, don't be discouraged. Next time we'll try another one!"
Sigmund didn't acknowledge Lin Jun, only silently crossing off the possibility that Lin Jun was some kind of evil spirit requiring purification from deep within his heart.
His hatred for Lin Jun had long since penetrated to the bone. This hatred stemmed not only from the other party forcibly occupying his body, but even more from Lin Jun's nearly humiliating, arrogant attitude of allowing him to search for solutions!
This damned existence actually dared to look down on him like this!
Sigmund swore in his heart that sooner or later, he would make this being pay a painful price for this arrogance.
What he didn't know was that Lin Jun's willingness to let him try wasn't due to arrogance.
On one hand, he didn't want to push Sigmund into a corner and force a desperate mutual destruction.
On the other hand—he really couldn't escape!
From the unique perspective of [Truth Vision], not only was part of Sigmund's soul directly fused to Lin Jun's soul fragment, but his entire spiritual body was more accurately completely wrapped by Lin Jun.
Unless there was a method to instantly annihilate Lin Jun's soul fragment, Lin Jun could quickly crush it to death, just like the Yellow Codex's current state.
Setting aside how slim the possibility was of instantly killing Lin Jun's soul fragment, even if such a method truly existed, Sigmund, whose soul was tightly fused with Lin Jun's, would absolutely not emerge unscathed—the outcome would definitely be mutual destruction.
Unfortunately, Sigmund himself didn't possess [Truth Vision] ability. After [Strange Dream] disconnected, he could no longer intuitively examine the pitiful plight of his own soul.
Lin Jun "kindly" didn't reveal this point. After all, if this guy learned the truth and fell into complete despair, choosing to give up or even end himself, Lin Jun would suffer a huge loss.
Sigmund began calculating his next magic ritual in his mind. Just then, the magic bell atop the tower rang on schedule, signifying that the time for body control handover had arrived.
He felt his consciousness gently pushed aside, that familiar separation sensation arriving as control of his body once again fell into that detestable "roommate's" hands.
The instant control transferred, "Sigmund's" body seemed infused with entirely new vitality.
Lin Jun completely disregarded the dignity befitting a duke, practically running out of the room, racing down the corridor back to the study—the package was still there.
His undignified behavior drew sideways glances from guards and servants encountered along the way.
With a bang, he shut the door. Lin Jun impatiently opened the package. Inside were several jars carefully preserved in magic bottles, the bottles containing a deep and magnificent dark red liquid.
Lin Jun pried open one bottle's seal and tilted his head back, gulping down a large mouthful.
The instant the liquid entered his mouth, an indescribable ultimate deliciousness swept through his entire body, as if every cell was jubilantly celebrating!
After enjoying it for quite a while, Lin Jun half-collapsed in the chair, licked the corner of his mouth, and let out a satisfied sigh.
[Tastiness LV8]—so this was what it felt like.
Lin Jun finally understood why they loved those tasty mushrooms so much!
Just then, Sigmund's voice suddenly exploded in his mind, full of disbelief and even trembling slightly—this emotion was so intense it almost broke through the usual barrier between them:
"This... what blood is this? Where did you get it from?!"
Lin Jun's eyes narrowed to slits. "Didn't you say you didn't care?"
(End of Chapter)
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