I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

And this change will continue.

"Although I will be lonely in the future, I will taste the wonderful experience and then lose it and feel lost, and I will be more eager to embrace the freedom of the goddess of the sky...

But, I will bear with it.

someday...

No, it won't be long before the changes in the underworld will surprise all the gods!

And this fate will never be cut off..."

The second one arrives.The next update will be around 21:30.

Chapter 328 The director who returned from the underworld (plus 56)

Chaldea, infirmary.

On an operating bed covered with white sheets, the face of the serene director, Mr. Durin Gordo, lay there.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang..."

Accompanied by childish humming, a petite silver-haired young girl accompanied by bell accessories circled around Du Lin, holding small yellow flowers picked from the Chaldean greenhouse in her hands, one by one. Placed around Durin.

It seemed that the flowers in her hands were not enough for a circle, so she squatted down and picked up another handful from the basket next to the bed and arranged them again.

In less than a few minutes, after she made a full circle, she held the last little yellow flower in her hand and looked at Du Lin's chest, and then at the front of his hair.Because the operating bed was too high, she stood on tiptoe and said "Ouch", her whole body was half hung in front of the bed, her face was close to Du Lin's hand, and a small hand was struggling to put the little yellow flower on Du Lin's face .

After doing all this, she moved her lower body from the edge of the bed like a little snail in satisfaction, tiptoed to the floor, and then quickly trotted to Du Lin's face to give a young girl's kiss.

bae~

All the 'Reindeer Awakening Ceremony' have been completed as said by that kind Miss Caster.

"Wake up, my reindeer (Master)." She shouted imposingly.

"—!"

In the room, there was no response for the next second.

"Maybe it's not because of the princess?" The silver-haired petite girl frowned slightly, but was quickly covered up by expectations.

According to what the two Miss Casters said, Mr. Reindeer's soul has already returned, and all that remains is to wait for the 57-day sleeping body to adjust and recover before waking up.

Now only the ritual of prayer can bring him back to life, and she followed what Miss Caster said just now by 'arranging the flower garden' and 'presenting the princess' kiss'.

"Don't worry, Mr. Reindeer. I will safely take you from here to the little baby~" the petite girl promised in a crunchy voice, holding her head up confidently.

Gentle breathing, only gentle breathing in the room.

There was a sudden sound in the room.

"Ugh-!"

As if diving into the ocean and drowning, Du Lin on the operating table suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

"...(??д?)!!" A scream sounded from the operating room, accompanied by several staggering footsteps in succession, followed by a bang.

The petite girl hit the wall with the back of her head, staring at her eyes. Immediately after the pain came, mist appeared in her eyes: "Wow, wow..."

Du Lin was gasping for breath, as if waking up from some nightmare, his face was quickly covered with fine beads of sweat, and his breathing fluctuated.

Immediately looked at the chest, tore off his clothes, and wrapped around his heart, the chest that had been pierced by a gun... nothing!

His breathing slowly stabilized, and the tension on his face also slowly relaxed. Looking down at his body, he seemed a little uncomfortable, but the heaviness was in line with his previous feeling.

His last memory stayed in the sky of the underworld, and he was shot through the soul by the goddess Ereshkigal. In the extreme heat evaporation, his consciousness went from awake to deep sleep, and the moment he woke up, he arrived at here.

Du Lin looked around, the white ceiling, the surrounding walls were also pure white, the greenhouse plants attached to the walls horizontally, and the medical cabinets and surgical instruments not far away...

Here, it fits the scene of the infirmary very well.

"I'm...back?" Du Lin looked around blankly, he was still in that distant era just a second ago.In the first 10 minutes, I was still talking eagerly with Ai Lei. This kind of trance, when I arrived at the reality in front of me.

In the past three days, it was like a dream with that brave goddess.

"Woooo..." The crying gradually became smaller and changed into sobbing.

Du Lin's consciousness returned to reality, and he saw a petite girl under the operating table wearing a silver helmet shaped like a horseshoe and a small snow-white shawl leaning against the wall. She held the back of her head with her hands and her eyes were full of tears.

"Jeanne? Why are you crying?" Du Lin asked suspiciously.

Youzhen immediately stopped sobbing, and said firmly with her eyes wide open, "No, no, I didn't cry!"

Big tears came from the pain in the back of his head, falling down without disappointment.

Du Lin looked at this scene amusedly, and beckoned to her: "Come here~ come here!"

Youzhen wiped away the tears that no longer existed for her, came to Du Lin step by step, and lay down in his arms: "Reindeer..."

Du Lin rubbed her little head: "Hehe~"

The warm milk fragrance that only belongs to young girls came, and the small body arched like a small animal. Du Lin felt such a touch, the trance of "Am I alive, or am I dying before death?" The illusion faded slowly.

He really came back...

The gun was firmly nailed to his chest, maybe it was Ai Lei's last let go.

It's just... why is the memory so deep?This feeling came from her mind—she, who was supervising the work at the time, glanced at it occasionally, and even the hair strands were very vivid in her memory at the moment.