A few days later.

After a few hurried explanations, Sieg left the world of gluttony and returned to his own world.

Michelo is dead, and Sigurt is firmly in Sigurd's hands because of the relationship between the curse and the contract, and there is no rival for him in this large area of evil spirits, so Sigurt decisively ordered his men to expand rapidly and annex all the Ghost Knight's territories in the vicinity.

The more evil spirits you master, the more resources you can plunder, which will be of great use to Sig's cultivation!

When he returned to his room through the painting, the morning sun was pouring through the window. The leaves of two pots of vegetation on the windowsill sparkle in the sun.

Sieg checked his room and was relieved to find that everything was as it had been.

He walked over to the oil screen, tapped on it, and said, "Hey, nerd, come out?"

Soon, the soul body attached to it slowly emerged, and she was still holding the rabbit with pink ears, hiding a little shyly to the side, making a secret observation.

"I'm not called a nerd......," the little girl said with some grievances.

Sieg laughed, "And what's your name?"

There was silence on the other side of "......", as if thinking about his name, but he couldn't remember anything.

"That's right. Sieg smirked: "I don't know your name, and if I see you so stupid, I'll call you Derpy." ”

"It's so ugly......" the little girl didn't seem to be happy with the title.

Sig didn't dwell too much on this title, and he asked, "I said, has anyone come to me these days?"

Derpy shook her head and said, "No." ”

"yes, I see. Sieg nodded, and then he sat down to talk to the little girl.

"By the way, who gave you that pink-eared rabbit?" asked Sieg curiously.

"My grandmother gave it to me. The little girl hugged the rabbit and said seriously.

"Do you remember that?" said Sieg in amazement.

Derpy rubbed his head and said, "I think I remember a little, I'm going to wait here for Grandma to come back." ”

"Who is your grandmother?" asked Sieg slowly, seductively.

At this time, Derpy shook his head and said depressedly, "I don't remember......"

"......" Sieg said speechlessly, "Then when are you going to wait until now?" ”

"I don't know. The little girl rubbed her head depressedly and said, "But grandma told me to wait for her." ”

The two of them, one big and one younger, actually chatted, and soon chatted happily.

Sieg found that this young soul body was simply cute, and his age before death was definitely not too big, and Sieg also found something unusual in the other party's words and deeds.

The other party is very educated, and the words he uses are very in line with the cumbersome court etiquette.

Generally, only nobles and wealthy merchants would go to learn court etiquette!

This makes Seeger a little curious about Derpy's identity, but Derpy's memories have almost dissipated, and he can't remember anything at all.

......

By noon, there was a knock on the door.

Sieg closed the book of Psychics and Alchemy, put it in his storage bag, and got up from his desk to open the door.

Outside the door stood a freckled boy, who handed over a delicate invitation in both hands and said, "Sir, this is an invitation that someone asked me to give you." ”

Sieg took the invitation with some curiosity, then thanked him and closed the door.

He flipped through the invitation, and a few lines were simply engraved on it: On November 6, a palace ball will be held at the Palace of Verne, and Monsieur Sieg will be welcome.

At the top of the invitation is a broken sword and a thorn flower surrounding it, the coat of arms of the Wilden family.

The signature at the bottom is: Fanny Wilden.

"Court balls?" Sieg instinctively wanted to throw them aside, he was not interested in these balls that the nobles communicated with the upper echelons, but he hesitated when he saw Fanny's name.

"Anyway, I'm also her guardian knight, and I still have to give this face. Thinking of this, Sieg put away the invitation.

November 6th is two days away, so Sieg is not in a hurry for the time being.

For two days, he visited Professor McLaren once, and then sat in the back to listen to his lectures for two days.

Sieg found this Professor McLaren very funny and erudite, no wonder he charmed countless young girls when he was young, and he was popular in the royal capital of Black Castle.

And his philosophy lessons always keep Seeger in thought.

What exactly is matter?

This question seems abstract and meaningless, but it directly hits the long-standing doubt in Sigger's heart.

What he thought of was bloodline, what was bloodline?

He couldn't say it himself.

It seems to be blood in the literal sense, but there are souls who don't have blood and still have the gifts of their ancestors.

Is the world real or illusory?

This question must have been firmly believed by Sigur to be real, after all, he could not imagine any mysterious person who could construct such a realistic and massive illusion. However, after seeing the image of the Lord of Gluttony, Sigurt's belief was shaken slightly.

Two days passed quickly, and on this day Sig put on a handsome tuxedo and then put on a tall gentleman's hat and called a carriage and made a bumpy ride to the Palace of Verne.

Verne Palace is a sprawling palace inhabited by the royal family of the Kingdom of Blacksburg, the pinnacle of power in the secular world.

The ball was held in the evening, and as evening approached, the streets were lit up and the sound of the crowd reached Sigurg's ears through the carriage.

He closed his eyes and rested for a while, and then, after some time, the carriage slowed down, and finally stopped where it was.

The noise outside suddenly fell silent, and it seemed that he had suddenly come to some kind of wilderness.

Sieg frowned, "What's wrong?"

There was no response from the groom outside, and Sieg opened the car door and jumped out of the car.

The scene outside was very different at the moment, and Sieg found himself standing on a country road at some point.

The smell of the fields came to the face, and in front of them were scattered like jewels of houses with smoke rising and people living in them.

A winding path in the field stretched to a high slope, and soon a rapid sound of horses' hooves came from the end of the path.

In the distance, black dots appeared, and the speed was extremely fast, and when they reached Sig, Sigur realized that they seemed to be the private soldiers of a certain noble, wearing uniform red and white uniforms, riding horses, and carrying long muskets galloping past.

A puff of dust kicked up from the road, and Sieg couldn't help but cover his nose and cough.

"It's a fantasy, it's interesting. Although this scene is extremely realistic, it can't trap Sieg, and the other party doesn't seem to want to trap Sieg, which makes Sieg, who originally wanted to break through violently, start to wonder what the other party wants to do.