I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

It is still the usual red dress, except that there is an extra Lord's coat in the clock tower to wrap itself, and also cover up the slightly bulging belly.

At least she doesn't want people to know about her unmarried pregnancy before announcing the wedding, except for a few important people.

After arriving in the control room, Aidela knew her condition and came forward, holding her hand vaguely. Olga said a little speechlessly: "I'm not so weak..."

Rather, it would appear more deliberate.

Slowly walking in front of Chaldeas, Olga looked at that face expressionlessly...

Even knowing that Du Lin is now engaged in land development with the goddess in an underground world, he doesn't know how happy he is, but looking at this face, he can't raise any anger.

"Oh, Miss Chaldea." Medea smiled when she saw her coming.

Olga nodded to her: "Thank you, Caster."

"We haven't found the master's soul." Medea said with a slightly ashamed tone.She proposed that Du Lin was not dead at all, but nearly two months had passed, but everything was in vain.

"No, your argument is correct." Olga shook her head.Durin was indeed in the underworld as she had guessed, but not in Fuyuki or the underworld of the fifth singularity as she had expected.

Suddenly felt the throbbing from the belly, the feeling of "longing to be in close contact with Dad" came. For this little guy who can observe all things in the outside world through the imaginary space of Chaldea, Olga Feel a little helpless.

"May I open Durin's coffin?"

"Of course. His body is well preserved. Not only was it frozen in the greenhouse to prevent corruption, but I also kept injecting magic power into his body to activate the cells at all times." Medea, author of habitual science popularization Then chant the sigil of a project.

The ice coffin opened with a click, followed by a plume of white smoke.

The serene Du Lin was lying in the coffin, wearing the black gentleman's coat from the fourth singularity. The pierced wound on his chest no longer existed. Apart from his pale face, he seemed to be sleeping.

Olga stared at him blankly, moving one hand at will, caressing his face.

[Quantum Absorption +1]

In the distant prehistoric era, the reminder of 'quantum extraction-1' came out in Du Lin's mind at the same time, but he never paid attention to all this.

In the control room of Chaldea, following Olga's behavior, Medea, who had retrieved the observation records of Sheba, was suddenly startled.

"Well, is this?"

She immediately asked Edera to return to her post, and transmitted the data through Laplace, and Medea transferred the data into magical symbols. At the same time, the ice coffin was covered with dense runes, suddenly shine.

If we say that the water surface of the ancient well was calm before, now there are already ripples of a storm.

"Connected..."

Roman exclaimed: "Really?"

"Well, now we can use the medium of the body to bring his soul back here! This is my domain, and even the god of the underworld cannot take away a soul that is about to make great achievements." Medea showed a happy look .

She couldn't help but looked at Olga curiously: "We haven't found his soul coordinates after 2 months of research, but you sensed it right away. Sure enough, you are a natural couple! This is what you modern people say." Telepathy, right?"

Olga blushed when she heard such a blessing: "..."

Not shy, but annoyed.

She didn't find it. Of course she knew that Du Lin was in the underworld, but she didn't know in that era.

However, that touch just now...

She subconsciously pressed her belly, her expression fluctuated obviously, it could be anger, but she also obviously had a feeling of venting anger.Everyone noticed the expression on her face, but no one dared to speak.

"After the ceremony is over, move him to the dormitory." Olga said in a low voice.

No one knows what medicine she suddenly took by mistake, but at this moment everyone in the control room is pleasantly surprised by the result of this 2-month persistence.

The resurrection here is no longer a thriller, but more of a joy that replaces everything.

Their reliable director is back (and can start new activities)...

……

at the same time.

It was the third day when Durin arrived in the kingdom of the underworld.

Temple of Ereshkigal.

The cuneiform characters covered with the sand of the underworld are all over the walls on both sides of the entrance of the temple. In front of the ancient Greek column beams and columns shown in the history books, Du Lin stood in front of the steps and looked at the endless front with his back to the completed temple. The hillside leading to the upper level.

A long track, strengthened by magic, goes straight to the end. On both sides of the road, there are rows of Galura spirits, and the skeleton holds a hoe on the arm to fix the track.

Sparks scattered in the air from time to time. Not far in front of him, 200 meters away, a huge hill was piled up with rubble collected from all over the Netherland wilderness.

Gravels one by one are transported to the cart designed by Durin (future) along with the Garula Ling floating on it, and then the Garula Ling who is pulling the cart in front aligns the cart with the groove of the track place, followed by a sound of 'Waaaaa—', towards the far end leading to the upper floor.

At the end, a huge gun sill created by Ai Lei, assumed by Du Lin, uses magic power as the engine derivation force to transport the Galula spirit who pulls the cart into it to a higher place to build a wall.

A Garula spirit holding the Bell of the Dead jingled from above, directing the Galula spirits to walk in the same direction, and the team was orderly.

A scene resembling the early stage of railway construction in the United States in 1865 appeared in front of Du Lin's eyes. If the group of Garulalings were replaced with dirty looks wearing peaked caps and overalls with sweat on their faces, it might be more in line with The taste of that era... Du Lin thought to himself.

"This is considered to be on the agenda! Next, Allie just needs to incorporate my proposals." Du Lin whispered.He glanced back at the gate of the temple.

The beautiful mistress of the underworld is not among them.

"I don't know where I went again." He muttered and shook his head secretly.

Occasionally, he couldn't help but look at the sky suspiciously. Three days had passed, and the call that Alley had spoken of had not come.