That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Hall sat on the secluded steps, holding a clay tablet with inscriptions on it. The front of the tablet contained the citizens' requests, while the back contained the information Hall needed to report, for King Gilgamesh's review.

"Build ten dormitories for refugees."

Project progress: Completed

Instructions for use: Summon an earth elemental spirit to construct the structure. There are no issues with the materials or structure. The warranty period is twenty years.

Completion time: 10 minutes.

"Ten truckloads of precious supplies were transported."

Project progress: Completed

Usage: Spatial teleportation.

Completion time: Five minutes.

"Clear out the monsters harassing the ranches outside the city."

Project progress: Completed

How to use: Kill using magic. The corpse will be transported back to Uruk by soldiers. Cursed traps targeting monsters have been set up around the ranch outside the city.

Completion time: one hour.

"Increase wheat production."

Project progress: Completed

Instructions for use: Magic enhancement. Because it would burden the earth, it has been repaired by changing the direction of the spiritual veins, and the corpses of magical beasts have been crushed and made into fertilizer.

Completion time: one hour.

"Investigate the cause of the abnormal water level changes in the Euphrates River."

Project progress: Completed

Usage instructions: None

Detailed report: The reason is the battle between the magician Hall and Enkidu.

Completion time: one second.

“Cultivating fruit.”

Project progress: Completed

Application method: Similar to increasing wheat yield.

Completion time: 50 minutes.

There are six clay tablets in total, which are the citizen requests that Hall completed in one morning. Most of them are tasks that ordinary people cannot complete.

Let's call it a day.

Hall packed up the mud tablets, preparing to return to his dormitory to give them to Siduri.

Halfway there, Hall spotted a figure standing out from the crowd in the distance: Joan of Arc, dressed in pure white armor, was skillfully driving an oxcart carrying something completely incongruous with her saintly image.

It should be cow dung or sheep dung.

"Ah, Mr. Hall, hello." Joan of Arc also saw Hall, and after stopping the oxcart, she greeted Hall with a warm smile. The surrounding citizens, smelling the aroma, walked away.

"What commission did you accept?" Hall asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing special. The task is to manage the ranch, which is all work that I already knew how to do. Once I started doing it, I felt relaxed both physically and mentally."

These are...

"The manure from ranch animals is a very valuable fertilizer, and now it needs to be transported to the fruit orchard."

Anyway, keep it up.

"Yes."

She truly deserves to be called a saintly woman who came from a village background.

Hall returned to his dorm with mixed feelings and saw someone who was both unexpected and expected.

The white-haired magician in a white robe, her black wand casually placed to one side, sat at the dining table enjoying food and beer that she seemed to have obtained from somewhere. When she saw Hall walk in, she greeted him with a smile: "Hey, hello there. I just brought this back from outside. Would you like to eat together?"

I finally met him.

Hall felt a chill run down his spine. Just from his appearance, Hall could tell the identity of the male magician in front of him: Grand Caster Merlin, who had the qualifications to become a Grand but did not have a Grand Spirit Origin.

Merlin was also the only Servant in this singularity who remained vigilant; it was he who used illusion magic to put Tiamat into a false sleep.

“No need,” Hall shook his head.

Merlin asked curiously, "Were those clay tablets in your hand commissioned by the citizens?"

"That's right, they were all troublesome tasks assigned by that King Gilgamesh."

"Haha, as a fellow subordinate of King Gilgamesh, I understand deeply. I just didn't expect you to come to this era."

"Can't you see with your own eyes?" Hall said casually. Merlin's words made it clear that he knew him, but it was uncertain to what extent he knew him.

At the same time, Hall was also testing Merlin.

"After being summoned, I have never had any free time. I am like a prop, being used by King Gilgamesh at will. My eyes cannot see the past or the future; they can only see the present."

"I know."

"So, is there a karmic connection between you and this world?"

“It’s not necessary, but it does exist, and I didn’t come here voluntarily, although I did want to come here.”

The figures associated with this story include Ereshkigal, the goddess of the underworld, and Ishtar, the goddess of Venus, and even Gorgon.

Hall originally planned to come to the Seventh Singularity to feed Tiamat with the Holy Grail, but the Counter Force sent him here to work before he could.

Merlin looked troubled: "It's like an astrological prophecy, I mean the profound and difficult aspect."

Hall smiled, showing no intention of continuing the conversation, and returned to his room on the second floor after leaving the clay tablet in his hand.

"It's best to have less contact with Merlin. From now on, we should use the Mystic Eye to conceal our actions."

Putting aside the perspective of a time traveler, Hall does not possess the qualifications of a Grand Caster, namely, the ability to see far. Among them, what Hall fears most is Merlin's ability to see far, which has the ability to observe the present and is difficult to defend against and interfere with.

Hall closed his eyes, and this time he arrived at the Sea of ​​Life without needing to go through a contract with Gorgon. The Star Cup, which Tiamat was keeping, was connected to Hall's soul.

Continuing to manipulate the power of the Star Grail to erode Tiamat's Spirit Origin, the process is similar to the corruption of the Greater Grail by the evil of this world, but it is far from as easy.

When I woke up, it was already night.

"Hahaha, that must have been really tough, to actually accept the commission to deal with cow dung."

"No, I'm used to it. It's a pretty good job for me."

"Everyone speaks highly of Her Majesty Joan of Arc."

It was clear that the buildings in Uruk were not very soundproof, and Hall could clearly hear conversations downstairs, occasionally mixed with laughter.

Hall turned his head and saw Olga Marie sitting alone at the table, her silver hair reflecting the lamplight, her beautiful profile focused and serious, an oil lamp on the table as she carefully examined the clay tablets.

"Joan of Arc seems to be down there, aren't you going?" Hall asked casually.

After a long pause, Olga Marie finally replied, "I'm not suited to this kind of party atmosphere, plus I have work tomorrow."

“I can imagine.” Hall nodded. Olga Marie’s aristocratic personality might allow her to tolerate high-society banquets, but she would definitely not be able to adapt to gatherings with friends. Hall couldn’t imagine Olga Marie smiling and chatting with others.

Hall stood up and walked to Olga Marie's side, drawing the original runes to form a sphere that emitted a faint light, illuminating the originally dim room.

Olga Marie put down the stone slab, crossed her jade-like legs encased in red stockings, and asked, "Holl, the magic you used is runic magic, which has disappeared in modern magic, right? I also saw it in Singularity F."

“That’s right, it’s the primordial runes.”

"You must be a modern magician, how do you know this kind of magic?"

"You know Cú Chulainn's master?"

"I know basic facts like Scáthach, the ruler of the Land of Shadows in Celtic mythology."

"I would say I'm half her disciple."

"Huh!?"

Hall chuckled. "What are you surprised about? Chaldea also has many Servants. It wouldn't be difficult to learn some martial arts or magic from them."

Olga Marie shook her head solemnly: "It's easy to say, but in reality it's almost impossible. The difference in the level of existence between Servants and humans is too great."

Hall looked at the contents of the clay tablet: "How is the commission progressing?"

"The commissioned work is mostly handled by Siduri; they don't even have the right to meet King Gilgamesh." After a pause, Olga Marie glanced at Hall, her dissatisfaction implying, "If any of the Chaldea employees had been able to do anything, they might have already gathered important intelligence about the Seventh Singularity."

Hall chuckled, lay down on the bed, squinted at the action outside the window, his consciousness gradually overwhelmed by the overwhelming fatigue.

Eroding Tiamat's spirit core is a highly complex magical engineering project.

Olga Marie glanced at Hall's sleeping face out of the corner of her eye, recalling her impulsive actions that morning, and a blush spread from her pretty face to her ears.

"What's with this feeling? I'm quite embarrassed."

"No regrets."

"It's incredible, but I also feel a sense of relief."

Chapter 374 The Underground Palace

In the early morning, Hall felt as if something was pressing down on his right arm. He turned his head and saw Director Olga Marie sleeping soundly with her head resting on his right arm. Her features were delicate and lovely, and her peaceful sleeping face showed no trace of her usual confrontational arrogance.

"If she doesn't put on airs of nobility, she's actually quite cute."

As Hall wondered if she would slap him again when she woke up, Olga Marie opened her eyes. She looked around in a daze at first, but her eyes gradually regained focus. Realizing her situation, her pretty face flushed, but she did not look away.

Olga Marie explained irritably, "What are you looking at? Do you expect me to sleep on the floor?"

"Joan of Arc isn't in this room?" Hall looked around the room and noticed something strange.

“Yesterday, Joan of Arc and Tomoe-gozen talked. Since Tomoe-gozen often guards the north wall, she doesn’t mind the two of them sharing a room, so she gave her room to Joan of Arc.”

Hall stroked his chin, looked Olga Marie up and down at her pretty face, and said teasingly, "So, right now it's just you and me in this room."

"What? Your tone is so strange."

"what."