I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"Matthew, how did King Gilgamesh die?" Durin asked in a low voice.

Matthew looked ahead, sighed full of sympathy, and said, "According to our Chaldean Caster's examination and Uruk's priest, it was a cold, plus death from overwork caused by high-pressure work...the doctor is still investigating this."

"I see. No wonder there is no blood in the city hall. Death from overwork... This is really tragic." Thinking of Gilgamesh coughing violently like a tuberculosis, Du Lin realized that he saw this scene now , it was not surprising at all.

"So dad, don't always put the burden on yourself alone." The young and filial Gudazi standing beside Matthew said a very heartwarming sentence.

Looking at her confident expression, Du Lin thought of yesterday's 'World Modulation Mode', the Grand Order with unlimited file loading from scratch on her?

It didn't seem impossible if it was an emergency magic of 'in danger' automatically activated by her previous self.

Forget it, anyway, her words are still very heartwarming.

"The director of Chaldea. You came at a good time." In front of the corpse of King Gilgamesh, Siduri saw Du Lin with sharp eyes and waved quickly.

Du Lin rubbed Gudazi's little head and smiled: "I went there. You can go to other places to play."

Afterwards, he came to Siduri and looked down at the chief priest: "The king of Gilgamesh died. As an ally, I feel very sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Siduri sighed and shook her head: "No... this may be the king's choice. I have already advised him not to work too much when he is sick. This is the result...

Coughing wouldn't have taken his life...

Who would have thought that someone would turn on the magic cannon in the middle of the night, shaking the city hall, and causing some dust to fall in front of the king.

Severe coughing caused breathing, and I didn't catch my breath for a while, and I didn't rest due to excessive work.

Wang, just fell asleep at work forever..."

Siduri sighed again.

Little Anna, one of the three sisters who came to offer condolences, froze on the spot when she heard these words, and hurriedly pretended not to hear that a bouquet of flowers had been put down in front of the hall, and hurried over with her hood covered.

"My condolences." Du Lin said superficially.

Siduri shook her head sadly, and said in a low voice: "My servant is Ishtar, not King Gilgamesh. I just feel sad for the residents of Uruk...King Gilgamesh, no Undoubtedly a virtuous king. To die like this."

"Yeah... the way of death is really embarrassing." Du Lin's tone was more like gloating than saddening the death of a rabbit.

It is absolutely impossible for him to die because of work one day.

She glanced vaguely at the head priest Siduri, and her reaction was also very flat.

Du Lin's thoughts are weird. According to the memory pictures in his mind, the truth of this situation should be like this:

A young and wise king does not care about worldly affairs and works every day and night→The head priest in charge of court affairs grasps the power and gradually grows ambitions→It is time for the wise king to drink medicine→The young wise king dies without heirs→The head priest who is familiar with the court takes the position/ Support the puppet to the top.

This great priest belonging to Ishtar, her immediate boss just happened to have a feud with Gilgamesh, and it seems that it is not impossible if the divine power subverts the royal power...

Unfortunately, an ordinary Wang Dulin would still believe in this possibility.

But it is absolutely impossible for a wise king like Gilgamesh to be poisoned to death by Erwuzi.Even though the priest was on the side of theocracy, he still looked at Gilgamesh's body with regret and admiration.

It's not about positions, but the world has lost a great leader.

beep-!

Beside Du Lin, Roman's face appeared in the spiritual projection.

"I'm very sorry, Director, I'm a step late. I was also shocked to hear the news from Da Vinci." Roman whispered.

Dooling said, "So, what's the result of your investigation?"

Roman nodded: "Based on the observation record of the Sheba image that our Chaldea called up yesterday, it is indeed as Miss Siduri said. Because of a small coincidence, King Gilgamesh died of overwork."

He said something first, and then immediately said in an absolutely negative tone: "But the director... died of overwork, no matter how you say it, it's too outrageous.

This is the King of Heroes. If he would die at this level, he would have died countless times so far.That's totally out of line with history. "

If the King of Heroes dies, does it mean that this age of gods will also end early?

They haven't found out the "beast" hidden in this era. If the historical change like the sixth singularity is directly formed, the singularity will collapse.That would be the most dangerous for them Chaldea.

Roman stared at Gilgamesh's body with deep concern.

Du Lin agreed with this very much: "Yes, Gilgamesh is the wedge of the sky, and he will not die for such a ridiculous reason as a cold."

Siduri pondered, looking at Du Lin with the face only exposed by the veil and wanted to say something.

"What's the matter, Siduri, are you guilty?"

Siduri: "..."

Is this her suspicion?

Reminiscent of the wayward goddess who began to spread the Sumerian fever because she couldn't see her grand prince a few days ago, her heart felt like ten thousand chimeras galloping past.

You are the instigator of all this, my Great Prince...

Taking a deep breath, it happened that the magician in the Lingzi projection, who only heard his voice but could not see his form, said, "Prince Priest, has there been any change in Uruk recently?"

Siduri said hesitantly, "If it changes..."

"If not, maybe you can have a taste of our Chaldean anatomy. The mystery surrounding the death of King Gilgamesh may be hidden in Gilgamesh's body." Roman suggested.

Siduri: "..."

Are you the devil?