# 1265
Chapter 1266 - Idun's Intelligence
Knock knock knock—!
After a few light taps on the door, Lin Qiye gently pushed it open.
The dim candlelight danced at the corner of the solid wood table, reflecting the bright red mailbox. At the corner of the table, Bragi draped in sheer fabric sat upright, a feather pen in hand dipped in ink, earnestly writing something on paper.
Upon hearing Lin Qiye's knock, he turned his head, his vermillion lips parting slightly, surprise flickering in his eyes.
"Greetings, Director Lin."
Bragi... no, it should be Idun, rose nimbly from her seat, lifting the hem of her sheer garment, and curtseyed with a Western-style curtsy.
Lin Qiye smiled. "No need to be so formal."
He entered the room, his gaze sweeping across the neatly written letters before Idun. "Writing a letter?"
"Yes." Idun glanced at Bragi's opened letter beside the red mailbox and smiled. "He shared many things with me again today, and I haven't finished responding to all of them... Is there something you needed, Director Lin?"
"Nothing major. I just came to check on you, and there's something else I wanted to ask."
Lin Qiye sat down on the other side of the table, studying Idun carefully.
Although she was using Bragi's body, Bragi had always been strikingly handsome and elegant. Combined with the gentle grace radiating from Idun's brow, he appeared even more feminine. In the amber candlelight, Lin Qiye felt somewhat unfamiliar for a moment.
"How have you been lately?"
"Still about the same as before." Idun turned her head, glancing at Bragi's reflection in the mirror, and smiled. "Every night after he falls asleep, I borrow his body to read and write letters. He keeps sharing his life at the asylum with me. Though we haven't been able to meet, it's been very happy.
The only pity is that I don't have much to share with him. I can only keep fabricating stories about my life in Asgard: the flowers in the courtyard grew too fast today, tomorrow I'll be going out with another goddess...
But no matter what I make up, he reads every word carefully and excitedly discusses it with me for several pages."
Idun gazed at Bragi's reflection in the mirror, her expression growing increasingly tender. A sweet smile lingered at the corner of her lips, as if she could see afternoon-Bragi sitting at this very table, writing furiously.
Lin Qiye watched this scene, his heart growing more complicated.
Two people in love,明明近在咫尺，随时可以听见彼此的心跳，却又永远无法相见... Fantasy and letters were their only way for their souls to connect.
This was eternal love, and eternal torment.
"I will find a way for you two to meet again." Lin Qiye spoke solemnly.
Idun said nothing. She nodded silently, the light in her eyes gradually dimming, as if she had little hope left.
This heart—she had placed it into Bragi's chest herself. She knew very well that separating them would not be simple. It involved the entanglement of flesh and the compatibility of souls.
After all, situations where even the God of Magic, Merlin, was helpless were rare in this world.
"Director Lin, if you have any other questions, please don't hesitate to ask." Idun seemed to remember something and took the initiative to speak.
Lin Qiye nodded. "I'll be direct then. How much do you know about Asgard's Dungeon?"
"The Dungeon?" Hearing this word, Idun's brow furrowed. "You're in Asgard now?"
"That's right. I need to go to the Dungeon to rescue someone."
Idun's expression grew grave as she pondered for a moment, then continued, "Director Lin, I must warn you—rescuing someone from the Dungeon won't be so simple... The ones imprisoned there are Asgard's most important criminals. I was ordered to enter a few times to heal several dying prisoners. I know how terrifying it is inside."
"I understand." Lin Qiye spoke firmly. "But I must go."
It had already been two days since Jinian was thrown into the Dungeon. Though Lin Qiye didn't know the exact situation inside, from the words of Thor and others, the punishments for prisoners there were undoubtedly extremely cruel.
He didn't know Jinian's current condition or how much longer she could endure the torture. He had to act quickly.
Seeing this, Idun stopped trying to dissuade him. Instead, she picked up a blank sheet of paper and carefully began sketching:
"I remember the layout inside the Dungeon quite clearly, but I'm not sure if they've made any changes over the years..."
Under Lin Qiye's watchful gaze, Idun quickly drew a simple map of the Dungeon, marking the location of the core area where prisoners were held and the approximate patrol points.
Seeing this map, Lin Qiye's eyes lit up.
Having this map in hand would save considerable trouble. At least he wouldn't have to worry about wandering aimlessly inside, searching for where Jinian was imprisoned.
"What's this?" Lin Qiye reached out and pointed to a red dot above the core area, asking疑惑ly.
"That's Fenrir." Idun spoke seriously. "He is Loki's offspring and also the fierce Divine Beast that guards the Dungeon. He feeds on the fear and pain within the Dungeon. Normally, he simply lies quietly above the prison, sleeping. But the moment an outsider appears in the Dungeon, he will immediately catch the scent and tear the intruder to pieces.
Even if a Chief God were to act, they might not be able to defeat him. Add to that the Norse battalions guarding the surroundings, and breaking into the Dungeon to rescue a prisoner would be harder than scaling the heavens."
Lin Qiye's expression visibly grew heavier.
He had heard of Fenrir's great name during his training. This creature guarding the top of the Dungeon was absolutely a lethal threat. At Lin Qiye's current level, he might not even survive a single slap from it.
How should he handle this thing...?
Lin Qiye racked his brains for a long time but still found no answer. Helplessly, he stood to bid Idun farewell, returning his consciousness to the real world.
When Lin Qiye opened his eyes, he realized that Asgard's sky had also fallen into darkness. He had been sitting here from afternoon until late night.
The Miracle Square was completely empty now, and even the little meatball creature that had been following Lin Qiye had vanished without a trace.
More than likely, Number 22's spiritual power had been exhausted.
After expending so much spiritual power, all to watch Lin Qiye casually tour Asgard for a day. Right now, Number 22 was probably so angry he was spitting blood.
Just as Lin Qiye was about to stand and leave, a smoky black shadow suddenly flew in from the distance and slammed directly into Lin Qiye's shadow!