Mushroom Lord in the Underground City-Chapter 356 - 348: Health

"Uncle Eric, is there something wrong with my body?" Just as she stepped out of the inspection room filled with intricate magic instruments, Inanna gently blinked her clear eyes, with a hint of barely noticeable tension, looking towards the old butler.

"No, not at all, Miss." Eric’s face displayed the same gentle smile as always, bowing slightly, "You are very healthy, all the indicators are as good as they can be."

After safely seeing Inanna off, watching her slender back disappear at the end of the corridor, Eric exhaled a light sigh of relief.

It seemed he had indeed overthought it, and it wasn’t the worst-case scenario he feared the most.

Next, he must devote all his energy to the thorough investigation of the inside spy.

Inanna maintained her graceful and dignified posture, walking unhurriedly back to her room. However, just as the door gently closed behind her, the facade of calmness immediately crumbled.

She nearly pounced to the bedside, hugging the silent and loyal Knight Puki tightly in her arms, then curled up in the darkest corner of the room, burying her face deeply in the cap of Puki.

The old man knew she was going to have an inspection, and he actually severed her connection with the Fungal Network!

There was no need for that! She could control it well enough and would never have been found out!

At this moment, unable to feel the ubiquitous, warm and reassuring mycelium network, Inanna felt as if she had once again been lonely cast back into that cold, dark, silent abyss.

Only herself, no one else could perceive her existence.

Fortunately, the contract made with Knight Puki through special means still existed, and she could still feel that faint connection, which became her only solace now.

She was extremely eager to immediately cast the Puki Transformation Technique on herself, to rejoin that warm network, under the gaze of the old man.

But it was still daytime, and Uncle Eric or other maids might come looking for her at any time, so she could only forcefully suppress this impulse, silently enduring it.

Time passed slowly in torment.

Finally, the sky outside darkened completely.

As night fell, Inanna immediately locked the door behind her and impatiently cast the Puki Transformation Technique on herself!

The soft dress slipped silently to the floor, and a round, rosily capped Puki emerged from the clothes.

Knight Puki, who had been waiting silently beside, quietly moved forward, lightly touching Pink Puki’s cap with its own.

Rejoining the Fungal Network, the previously blurry vision suddenly became clear and expansive!

Numerous familiar and friendly presences reappeared in her perception, lighting up the darkness within her like stars.

Pink Puki visibly relaxed, lying softly on the ground.

"Boss?" she tentatively asked within the Fungal Network.

"Hmm? What’s up?" that familiar voice responded to her almost immediately, as always.

"Nothing... really..." Pink Puki’s voice carried a hint of dependence after grievance, "I just wanted to see if you were there... Boss, will I not have that nightmare again now?"

"You shouldn’t." Lin Jun’s voice answered affirmatively, "Rest assured, even if you do have a nightmare, just call me anytime."

With the boss’s solid assurance, Pink Puki’s tension that had lasted all day was finally completely relaxed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

That night, she indeed had a peaceful and sweet dream.

...

A day after the battle, it ended with the Demon Race suffering a slight setback, forced to retreat back into the Crimson Tower’s magical defensive range.

After personally clashing with Sigmund multiple times, Duke Alama realized that although the opponent seemed not in the best condition, it was far from the point where he could be directly defeated.

Continuing the strong attack, their side also finds it difficult to expand their battle results, possibly resulting in unnecessary casualties, thus entertaining thoughts of retreat.

On Sigmund’s side, dealing with internal and external troubles, with a fellow within him who could seize control at any moment, he just wanted to end this inexplicable battle quickly.

The army commanders, sharing a tacit understanding, began maneuvering their troops, like untangling roped threads, slowly disengaging and withdrawing their forces, ending this somewhat anticlimactic battle.

Afterwards, to stabilize the troops and internal public opinion, Sigmund did not hesitate to put the blame on the battle defeat on Duke Eleanor, who remained idle throughout.

Clearly, if Eleanor had stepped in, flanking both sides, everything would have been better!

Most of the Demon Race soldiers and lower-middle-level officers, oblivious to the truth, accepted this seemingly reasonable explanation, grinding their teeth in anger at Eleanor’s "betrayal."

Only the adjutant, who personally experienced the chaotic command and vaguely sensed the Duke’s abnormalities, harbored doubts in his heart.

As a close confidant of the Duke, he could more acutely perceive the Duke’s inexplicable oddness over the past two days.

Like... now!

Lin Jun was lying indifferently on the wide chair, one hand continuously stuffing sweet candies into her mouth, while the other nonchalantly flipped through a black-covered, heavy book.

This book was confiscated from the belongings of the unexpectedly deceased evil mage Margas, recording vast amounts of profound, obscure, and extremely dangerous abyss magic knowledge.

Lin Jun, however, read it with great interest, as if reading some intriguing adventure novel.

It’s just a pity that there’s no Fungal Mat here, otherwise disassembling that evil mage might allow her to try these abyss magics.

However, Lin Jun quickly thought up an alternative method.

Due to the pitfall nature of abyss magic, there were naturally few users.

In the United Kingdom, it was strictly prohibited as a taboo, resulting in Lin Jun never having a chance to catch any.

Although it was equally rare on the Demon Race’s side, fortunately, the law didn’t expressly forbid it.

So, Lin Jun waved her hand grandly, publicly issuing a recruitment notice in the name of the Duke, recruiting abyss magic users extensively, without setting any level thresholds; even the lowest-level abyss magic apprentice could come to serve, with favorable conditions!

First lure them over, then assign them some "business trips to Mushroom City," and then just wait for the takeaway to arrive at the door.

As for whether this would cause trouble for Sigmund?

Lin Jun didn’t care!

Anyway, the mess would ultimately be Sigmund’s to clean up.

Just like the adjutant standing not far away, sneakily observing her with a complex and suspicious gaze.

So what if he suspects?

Lin Jun couldn’t care less!

This kind of wantonly partying in someone else’s house, then dusting yourself off and walking away, leaving the owner to clean up the chaos... truly feels quite comfortable!

At present, what Lin Jun wanted to figure out more was the void leading to the abyss!

In the massive chaotic information stream spewing out, not everything seemed to be worthless; by carefully sifting and discerning, she might also find some valuable things.

Like the [Justice], which seemed like an introduction to obtaining one of the Eight Virtues.

It’s just a pity that what the "harvest phase" and "Justice Value" mentioned in it specifically referred to was still unknown.

These massive loads of information, even just a momentary contact, would completely overwhelm an ordinary existence’s consciousness.

But with her vast capacity, Lin Jun could attempt to utilize them.

What’s needed now is through upgrading levels and learning, to learn how to open that void!

Of course, pleasure should not be neglected either!

With this vampire body, she couldn’t taste normal food, but the "delicious" blood, that she could savor!

First, consult Little Pig about this.