That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Olga Marie snorted and said resentfully, "Honestly, I can guess what you're thinking. As a Master and a magician, I am indeed not very mature, but don't underestimate me. Since I proposed the marriage alliance, I was already mentally prepared. Otherwise, why do you think I would be sleeping in the bed?"

"Ok."

Hearing the completely unexpected answer, Hall was a little dazed. He realized that he had been misled by his preconceived notions about Olga Marie. She was indeed a typical tsundere young lady, and also a magician who inherited a prestigious magic family and Chaldea.

No matter how eccentric his personality may be, he will never stray from his identity as a magician and will generally act based on the principles of a magician.

Seeing Olga Marie speak those words shyly yet earnestly, Hall's heart softened. He sincerely sighed that there was a reason why the tsundere character was so enduring; the strong contrast could trigger a man's strongest protective instincts.

Hall got out of bed and smiled. "It's time for breakfast, but you can look forward to tonight."

"Wait." Olga Marie called out to Hall, biting her thin lips as if struggling with her thoughts, and lifted her leg: "Could you help me with my shoes on the boat?"

"why."

"Don't ask so many questions, just help me put it on."

Hall knelt down beside the bed, holding the lotus-like feet encased in red stockings. They were small and soft, and Hall could clearly feel the warmth of the skin and the delicate texture of the silk. As Hall held her feet, she involuntarily tensed up.

Olga Marie reminded her, "Wait, that belt needs to be tied around the back."

"So why don't you just do it yourself?"

"Then it would be meaningless!"

"What's the point!"

Don't ask.

If you're shy, why do it in the first place?

Hall looked up and saw Olga Marie's pretty face flushed red as she turned away, biting her thin lips as she tried her best to endure something.

The hole in the red stockings has been repaired, which is one of the abilities brought about by the materialization of the soul.

"Thank you."

After putting on her shoes, Olga Marie thanked them in a weak voice.

The two went downstairs and Hall saw some vegetable soup and meat on the long table.

beep.

Chaldea's communication system rang out, projecting Dr. Roman's stiff voice as he yawned and said, "Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning, Roman," Hall nodded.

On the projector screen, Dr. Roman looked at Olga Marie and asked with interest, "Director, were those dating-related materials I found yesterday useful? 'One Hundred Ways to Make Your Girlfriend Flirt,' 'Intimate Contact,' and 'Relationship Report' are practically the essence of modern dating. Did they help that Uruk girl win back her boyfriend?"

So it was you.

Holder immediately understood; Olga Marie's request was probably learned from these books, but did such a love commission really exist in Uruk?

Olga Marie snapped, "Roman, shut up!"

"Huh? Is it not working?"

"I told you to shut up! I don't want to talk about this! If you keep talking, I'll cut off contact!"

“Fine, I won’t say.” Dr. Roman was completely baffled, wondering what he had done to upset Olga Marie.

"Good morning, Master, Mr. Hall." Jeanne d'Arc placed a plate of vegetable soup on the table with both hands and smiled. "Please be patient a little longer, you will soon be able to enjoy a hot and nutritious breakfast."

"What a lively morning, everyone from Chaldea!" Merlin said with a hearty laugh as he descended the stairs.

"Good morning, Merlin," Joan of Arc replied with a warm, gentle smile.

Hall and Olga Marie simply nodded in acknowledgment.

One after another, followers came down from the dormitory on the second floor. Among them, a muscular figure walked straight toward Hall. He was wearing only a red apron, and his tall, bronze muscles were as hard as rock. There was no one like him except for Leonidas I.

Before Hall could even greet him, he burst into laughter and gave Hall a bear hug: "It's a bit late, but I still want to say welcome back, hero."

Hall felt the suffocating pressure and mumbled, "What hero? You protected the fugitives too. I just did what I was supposed to do."

Leonidas I patted Hall on the shoulder forcefully: "That is a formidable enemy who can defeat a million-strong army by himself. There is no need for humility. Glory belongs to the warrior. This is an eternal truth."

Then a clear yet unfamiliar voice rang out: "It must be you, the one who surpassed Amakusa in swordsmanship, pacified the North Wall in a few days, fought against the legendary divine weapons, and escaped unscathed."

The speaker was a young girl dressed in samurai-style attire, her exposure no less than that of the Naked King of Uruk. She wore makeup reminiscent of an ancient Japanese concubine, held a samurai sword, and exuded a heroic and dashing air.

Behind her followed a samurai with a bitter expression. His brown armor was relatively normal, but he wore a Japanese-style long skirt over it, making him look like an ascetic.

Ushiwakamaru and her attendant Musashibo Benkei.

This was the first time Hall had ever met him.

Since Ushiwakamaru is here, it basically means that Tomoe Gozen is unlikely to appear.

After exchanging greetings and introductions, everyone sat down at the same table.

Merlin took the lead in enlivening the atmosphere, raising his glass heartily: "Then, to the heroes of different eras and countries, a toast to Uruk, to this extraordinary adventure that should never have happened!"

"cheers!"

Everyone agreed, and even Dr. Roman on the projection screen raised his coffee.

After breakfast, everyone said their goodbyes.

Ushiwakamaru left with Benkei, saying, "I still have the task of training soldiers today, so I'll take my leave now."

Joan of Arc reported to Olga Marie: "My lady, I have another request this morning to help the citizens harvest wheat."

Olga Marie nodded and said, "Don't forget to meet at the West District at 2 p.m. Exploring the underground palace is a commission from the King of Uruk."

"clear."

An underground palace?

Upon hearing these familiar words, Hall's mind stirred slightly, and he asked, "The underground palace? What happened underground in Uruk?"

“Someone witnessed a suspicious figure, and recently a guard from the underground palace has gone missing.”

Hall kindly reminded him, "Be careful, this is the Age of Gods, nothing is surprising here."

Don't underestimate me.

······

From morning till evening, Hall immersed himself in solving all sorts of problems facing Uruk, most of which were tasks that ordinary people couldn't handle.

To counter the Three Goddesses Alliance, Uruk City is like an engine; if any part malfunctions, the entire engine could stop running. In that case, the Three Goddesses won't give Uruk City a second chance to start up.

Human civilization has been reversed, and the fact that Uruk has not yet collapsed is largely thanks to the leadership of King Gilgamesh, but it will inevitably leave behind many problems.

Food distribution, restrictions on the power of the shrine of priestesses, religious beliefs, troop mobilization, and so on—these issues often trigger a chain reaction.

"What Uruk City Investigator? He's just a high-level employee." Hall sighed as he returned to his dormitory, his back aching and his magic completely drained.

He lay down on the bed to rest, and this time he didn't plan to go to the Sea of ​​Life to accelerate the erosion of Tiamat's Spiritbase.

My vision was shrouded in darkness, my consciousness sank into a void, and I was in a daze for a moment.

"Lord Hall!"

Upon hearing the sound, Hall suddenly opened his eyes and turned to see High Priestess Siduri standing in front of the door. The oil lamp reflected the worry on her face, as if something important had happened.

The buildings in Uruk don't have doors, and Hall himself used magic to create the door for this dormitory room.

After dispelling the magic door, Hall went out and asked, "High Priestess Siduri, what brings you here at this hour?"

Could there be a problem with the north wall?

Siduri shook her head and said, "Yes, it's curfew time, but neither Olga Marie nor Lady Joan of Arc have returned here."

Is there a problem?

"The king does not advocate excessive labor. If a commission cannot be completed today, it will be postponed to tomorrow. Besides, Lady Olga Marie has accepted a commission that I am quite interested in."

Hall understood: "You mean exploring the underground palace?"

"Yes, the underground palace in Uruk has a long history. Who built it and what its purpose was are unknown. Even experienced explorers dare not venture deep inside. According to the guards' report, Lady Olga Marie went in at 3 p.m. and did not come out by 6 p.m., which is the deadline. She can be considered missing."

"What about the rest?"

"We've already discussed on the first floor whether or not to go into the underground palace together to rescue Lady Olga Marie."

"Tell them not to make any rash moves. I will go and explore alone. If I do not return, do not send anyone in."

"If it's just you alone..."

"If I can't solve a problem, then even King Gilgamesh couldn't solve it."

Leaving those words behind, Hall quickly went to the second-floor balcony and summoned a wind elemental spirit to lift him up and fly to the entrance of the underground palace.

It only took them a good twenty seconds to reach their destination. The moment they landed, they were spotted by soldiers at the entrance of the underground palace, who raised their weapons and demanded, "Who are you!"

"No ordinary people are allowed to enter this area!"

“Wait! That’s Investigator Hall.” A soldier recognized Hall and told his comrade to put away his weapon.

These past few days of work haven't been in vain; at least they've left a deep impression on the soldiers and citizens of Uruk.

Holmer sighed, saving himself the trouble of showing his identification, and went to the entrance of the underground palace to ask, "I'm here to investigate today's missing persons cases. Do you have any leads you can provide?"

The soldier quickly replied, "I'm sorry, I've already reported everything to Lady Siduri. Would you like me to repeat it?"

"Investigator, would you like to go in? I'll prepare a torch for you right away."

"Nothing is needed. You all stay here and keep watch. If you notice anything unusual, retreat immediately."

Hall entered the underground palace, his magic eye piercing through the darkness. Before him lay a wide, towering passageway, its style similar to that of Uruk, dilapidated and desolate.

At the entrance, although there was no sense of presence, a strange heaviness pervaded the air.

Hall had experienced this feeling once before, at the shrine of the Angel of Death (the first Hassan).

Because of the accumulation of death, because of the existence of death, the place overflows with death.

As you venture deeper into the passage, the temperature suddenly drops, an eerie white mist fills the darkness, and you can hear the squeaking of rats.

They peered at the unfamiliar intruders through the dark cracks, their eyes gradually turning scarlet.

"Chirp chirp~ Chirp chirp chirp~~"

The cries grew louder and more numerous, as if forming a surge, pouring out from all directions and rushing toward Hall.

"Noisy."