Chapter 63 You Can Call Me, Gillandaio

At 7:30 p.m. ground time, Nieusser was still patrolling the streets of the Sporophyte Mill.

There is no real and unchanging sun in the underground world, so there is no unified routine based on sunrise and sunset.

The factories here are never-ending, and workers are not only in three-shift mode...but the hours are not specific to each factory. Based on such a life and work schedule, the shops on the street will not have specific opening hours.

This is also the reason why people on earth are not suitable to live underground for a long time.

Once you get used to this "how long you sleep" life, you can't help but become lazy.

At the same time, they can't have free working hours like underground people.

When they returned to the ground, they would find... Even though they were only moving up and down vertically, they still felt like they had traveled from Noah to the Church, and they felt like they had crossed the time zone. Even jet lag.

For Nieusser, his work is very flexible.

He is the only [Overseer] of the Sporophyte Mill.

The salary for hiring supervisors is provided by the local city's digger's council, and the supervisor is only responsible to the diggers in the city.

The Sporophyte Mill is a smaller city.

It has only one digger in all.

That is, Nieusser himself.

In other words, Nieuxel works for himself, pays himself wages, and is responsible for himself... Even if he is always lazy, no one will take care of him, let alone no one can take care of him.

Even if he works hard every day, he will not get a penny.

But Niusser still patrols the streets every day.

It's not just idle time.

He came from the heart, protecting the city with his own strength and his own way.

This city was not excavated by him, much less his birthplace.

If I had to say why I worked so hard... it could only be because Nefertari was here.

A small city with only one wise man and one digger.

There are no special products, and it is not a major traffic road, and the above-ground city directly above is just a small city.

In the underground world with abundant resources and vast land, the Sporophyte Mill is undoubtedly one of the smallest cities.

If they move again, it will be difficult to find a fringe city that does not have a person in charge and only needs two people to manage it.

- For Nieusser, the sporozoite mill is closer to his "home".

Living with himself, living with Nefertari, and warm "neighbors".

There are hardly any young people here.

Most of the people who came to the sporozoite mill were the elderly.

This is also the reason why he recognized Lin Yiyi and the three of them as foreigners at first sight.

...How come there are so many young people in the sporozoite mill.

Except for him and Nefertari, the other residents are like neighbors on the streets. After so many years of living, they have roughly recognized their faces.

Usually, when Nieusser walks on the street, he will even be greeted warmly by his grandparents, and occasionally he will send some gifts and snacks.

Of course, they're not trying to flatter the city's "sole enforcer."

With Nieusser's character, although he is usually a little out of tune, lazy and doesn't like to use his brain. But if others ask him out of desperation and hope, he will surely respond.

He is not short of money, nor is he famous. Helping others is just a matter of doing what you want.

After so many years of living, Nieusser gradually became the "virtuous king" of the city.

The city's "wise men" almost never show up, except for things that cannot be done with his intelligence. But just because the residents learned that "Mr. Nieusser is after the lady", the residents of the Sporophyte Mill will give Nefertari the same kind smile.

- Aiwu and Wu's kindness.

This may be the best recognition of a "good guy".

. . . though Nieusel never felt like a good man.

"Okay, Granny March."

Nieusser squatted on the ground and straightened the stuck mechanical walking stick: "No problem, the thread is stuck.

"But this thread is a bit squashed. Let your son take it to repair it later, it may not be so simple next time."

"Thank you, brother."

The white-haired old man smiled at Nieusel.

She has no legs - but no prosthetics either.

Under the old man's two arms, there are two complicated crutches with many gear structures. She gripped the middle bar of the cane, lifted it slightly, and the axle began to rotate slowly.

Just like a person walking, the mechanical walking cane on each side has two legs alternately advancing in front and behind.

There is no doubt that this is incomparably expensive custom machinery. Only a wise man in an underground city could complete such a design.

Compared with the hot new invention of "automatic wheelchair", it is not only difficult to maintain, but also difficult to use.

But this is a choice without a choice.

Nieuxel knew without asking, that this was a restraint from the curse.

Old March had ten fingers full of rings—two silver, ten bronzes of different colors, and two rings on his index finger.

This represents the lives of at least twelve extraordinary beings.

Madge is the first superhuman resident of this underground city.

There is no doubt that "March" must be a pseudonym, and even the face could be fake. Silver rank hunters who choose to enter the underground city are bound to be wanted criminals.

Her "son" with an exceptionally strong body may be a disciple or an accomplice, and it is also possible that her son is her father... Anything is possible.

But that is a matter of the earthly world.

--not my business.

In the underground world, she is just a resident who needs to be protected.

Niusser smiled gently, and shook his hand at the back of Old Madge's departure.

He turned around and unexpectedly saw two strangers walking along the crowd.

Nieusser narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at them across the passers-by.

Walking in front, a young girl looking around curiously.

He has long gray-white hair reaching his shoulders, gray-white dog ears hanging on his head, and a large fluffy gray-white tail behind him. There is no doubt that it is a werewolf who entered the underground world for the first time.

Nieusser had some sympathy for the werewolves persecuted by the Winter Principality - but only if they didn't come to the sporozoite mill to make trouble.

His eyes were focused on the wolf girl's belly.

After confirming that she was not pregnant, Nieusser relaxed a little and looked back over the werewolf girl.

——And the eyes of the middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes just met.

He smiled and looked over.

Your Excellency Nieusser.

His lips moved slightly, and he said his name silently.

Thanks to the lip-synching game Nefertari often played, Nieusel was able to recognize the lip-shape of his name.

... are you calling me?

Nieusser was slightly wary.

His gaze fell naturally, and he caught sight of a silver-white ring.

...is it the silver tier?

Unlike the werewolf who was naive to the point of being stupid. This middle-aged man just stood there, giving people a strong pressure.

He is a very dangerous person.

Maybe a great guy too.

Nieusser's wild intuition told him so.

He has always trusted his instincts.

But just when Neussel was still hesitating, should he come forward to say hello.

The other party turned around and walked towards him.

Terrible, can't escape...

Nieusel felt a chill down his spine as the footsteps approached. Looking at that friendly and gentle smile, he couldn't help but take a step back.

"My apprentices are under your care."

The middle-aged man showed a meaningful smile.

He stretched out his right hand towards Neussel, and the werewolf girl next to him looked at him blankly. and stopped.

For some reason, Niusser became more nervous.

He reached out and wiped his leg, then stretched out his hand cautiously: "Hello, I'm Nieusser. But, may I ask, are you—"

The middle-aged man did not answer.

He just raised the right hand that he had just held, stretched out his index and middle fingers, and pointed to his eyes.

"You can call me, Gillandaio."

The middle-aged man's voice was extremely magnetic, low and gentle: "My three apprentices, thanks to your care."

——Yes, the hidden eye!

Nieusser reacted immediately.

Fortunately, not the enemy!

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The source of that strong sense of oppression finally had an explanation.

But then he had doubts again:

The Commander of the Hidden Eye...is it only the Silver Rank?

But where did that sense of danger come from?

No silver rank extraordinary person can give Niussel such a strong sense of oppression!

You must know that it was with his strong and keen instinct that Nieuxel could return alive and become a digger from the depths.

He trusted his instincts as he trusted Nefertari.

"You are……"

Nieusel was about to speak when he was interrupted:

"—shush."

Gillandaio stretched out his right index finger to his lips.

He still had that brilliant smile on his face, but he said softly, "It's not convenient to talk here.

"Go find them one by one."

"Okay... my lord."

Nieusser couldn't help but called out to his lord.

He couldn't help feeling a little inexplicable.

Obviously it was only the first time we met.

I'm like a subordinate of the other party...

Facing the fear of the unknown, as well as the novelty of facing the high-level of a powerful ancient organization, accompanied by the joy that the Sporophyte Mill is finally about to be rescued.

-Neusel's heart beats like a drum.