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Upon facing the man who had once been its master, the golden retriever shrank back. It could smell that the man in front of it did not have at all the same scent as its former owner, and that difference frightened the beast.
However, as soon as Mr. Hoffen’s hand settled onto its neck and began to stroke the dog, familiar feelings returned. The golden retriever slowly leaned its head against Hoffen, its expression easing into enjoyment and affection.
“Very good,” Mr. Hoffen said. Sealing the heretical god inside the golden retriever did not mean the dog would be killed, because they were sealing the heretical god, not merely storing it within the animal temporarily. Any other option would risk the heretical god being able to emerge at any moment, which would defeat the purpose.
This was a method of soul custody.
To use a metaphor, it was like strapping a small backpack onto the golden retriever, and the heretical god would be placed inside that backpack. When it needed to be used, it would be possible to simply call the golden retriever over, open that backpack, and take out what was needed. The key difference was that this backpack would be almost impossible to remove from the dog.
Of course, the golden retriever itself would carry certain risks, but what in the world was without risk?
Moreover, the dog itself would benefit. First, it would live longer than other dogs, perhaps far longer. Second, it would become smarter.
Of course, with two souls living in one body day in and day out, mutual influence was inevitable. Either the golden retriever, as it grew smarter, would develop a degree of humanlike behavior, or the heretical...
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