The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 63: You can call me, Ghirlandaio

At seven-thirty in the evening, ground time, Neusser was still patrolling the streets of Sporadic 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 never stop, and workers not only work in three shifts... but the working hours of each factory are not specific. Based on this kind of life and work schedule, street shops do not have specific opening hours.

This is also the reason why people on the ground are not suitable for living underground for a long time.

Once you get used to this kind of "sleep as long as you want" life, you will become lazy involuntarily.

At the same time, they cannot have free working hours like underground people.

When they return to the ground, they will find that...even though they are only moving vertically up and down, they still feel like they have crossed a time zone from Noah to the Theocracy. Even jet lag.

For Neusser, his job is very flexible.

He is the only [Supervisor] of the Spore Mill.

The salary of the hired supervisor is provided by the digger council of the local city, and the supervisor is only responsible to the diggers in this city.

Spore Mill is a smaller city.

It has only one digger.

That is Neusel himself.

In other words, Neusser works for himself, pays himself wages, and is responsible for himself... Even if he has been lazy, no one will care about him, let alone no one can control him.

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

But Neusel still patrols the streets every day.

This is not just idle time.

He is speaking from the heart, using his own strength and his own way to protect the city.

This city was not discovered by him, nor was it his birthplace.

If you have to say why you are working so hard... it can only be because Nefertari is here.

A small city with only one wise man and one digger. There are no specialties, it is not a major transportation route, and the above-ground city directly above is just a small city.

In the underground world where resources are abundant and the land is extremely vast, Sporadic Mill is undoubtedly one of the smallest cities.

If they move again, it will be difficult to find an edge city without a person in charge and only need two people to manage it.

——For Neusser, the Sporadic Mill is closer to his "home".

He lives there, lives in Nefertari, and has enthusiastic "neighbors".

There are almost no young people here.

Most of the people who come to Spore Mill are old people.

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

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

Except for him and Nefertari, the other residents were like neighbors on the street. After living there for so many years, they had roughly recognized their faces.

Normally when Neusel walks on the street, he will even be greeted warmly by his grandparents, and occasionally he will be given some gifts and snacks.

Of course, they are not trying to flatter the city's "only law enforcer."

Based on Neusel's character, although he is usually a bit unconventional, lazy and does not like to use his brain. But if others appeal to him in despair and hope, he will respond.

He is not short of money, nor does he want fame. Helping others is just something your heart desires.

After living for so many years, Neusser has gradually become the "good king" of this city.

The city's "wise man" almost never shows up for anything other than what his intellect cannot accomplish. But just because they learned that "Mr. Nieussel was courting the lady," the residents of Sporadic Mill smiled the same good-natured smile at Nefertari.

——Aiwujiwu’s kindness.

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

...Although Neuser never considered himself a good person.

"Okay, Granny March."

Nieussel squatted on the ground and straightened out the thread of the stuck mechanical walking stick: "There is no problem, the thread is just stuck.

"But this line is a bit squeezed. Let your son take it to repair it later. It may not be so simple next time."

"Thank you, little brother."

The white-haired old man smiled at Neuser.

She has no legs - but no prosthetics either.

Under Old Madge's two arms, there are two complex crutches with many gear structures. She grasped the middle crossbar of the crutch, raised it slightly, and the axle began to rotate slowly.

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

There is no doubt that this is an extremely expensive custom machine. Only the wise men of the underground city can complete such a design.

Compared with hot new inventions such as "automatic wheelchairs", it is not only difficult to maintain, but also uncomfortable to use.

But there is no choice.

Newser knew without asking that this was a restriction from a curse.

Old Madge's ten fingers were covered with rings - two made of silver and ten made of bronze of different colors. There were also two rings hanging on the index finger.

This represents at least twelve extraordinary human lives.

Machi is the first transcendent resident of this underground city.

There is no doubt that "Machi" is definitely a fake name, and even the face may be fake. If a silver-level hunter chooses to enter an underground city, he must be a wanted criminal.

Her "son" who is particularly strong may be a disciple or an accomplice, or her son may be her father... everything is possible.

But that is a matter for the earthly world.

——It has nothing to do with me.

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

Neusel smiled gently and waved his hand at Old Madge's leaving back.

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

Neusser narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at them from the passers-by.

The young girl walking in front, looking around curiously.

She has long gray hair that reaches her shoulders, gray-white dog ears hanging on her head, and a big fluffy gray tail behind her. There is no doubt that this is a werewolf who has entered the underground world for the first time.

Newser somewhat sympathizes with the werewolf tribe persecuted by the Principality of Winter - but only if they don't come to cause trouble in the Sporadic Mill.

His eyes focused on the wolf girl's belly.

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

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

He smiled and looked over.

Your Excellency Neuser.

His lips moved slightly and he read his name silently.

Thanks to the "lip sync" game that Nefertari often played, Nieussel was able to recognize the mouth shape of his own name.

...are you calling me?

Neusel was slightly wary.

His eyes naturally dropped and he spotted a silver-white ring.

...Silver level?

Different from the previous werewolf who was so naive that he was almost stupid. This middle-aged man just stood there, giving people strong pressure.

He is a very dangerous person.

Maybe he is also a great person.

Neusel's beast-like intuition told him so.

He always trusted his instincts.

But just when Neusel was still hesitating whether to step forward to say hello.

The other party turned around first and walked towards him.

It’s so miserable, I can’t escape...

As the footsteps approached, Neuser felt a chill running down his spine. Looking at that friendly and gentle smile, his hair stood on end and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"My apprentices are under your care."

The middle-aged man smiled meaningfully.

He stretched out his right hand towards Neussel, while the werewolf girl following him looked over with a blank expression. And stopped.

Nieussel became even more nervous for some reason.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his leg, then stretched out his hand cautiously: "Hello, I am Neusser. But, please, are you——"

The middle-aged man did not answer.

He just raised his right hand that he had just finished holding, stretched out his index and middle fingers, and pointed at his eyes.

"You can call me, Ghirlandaio."

The middle-aged man's voice was extremely magnetic, low and gentle: "My three apprentices, thank you for taking care of me."

——Yes, the hidden eye!

Neousel reacted immediately.

Fortunately, they are not enemies!

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The source of that strong sense of oppression was finally explained.

But then he had doubts:

Is the leader of the Hidden Eye... only a silver-level person?

But where did that sense of danger come from?

No Silver-level transcendent can give Neuser such a strong sense of oppression!

You must know that Neuser relied on his strong and sharp instincts to return alive from the depths and become a digger.

He trusted his own instincts as much as he trusted Nefertari.

"You are..."

Neusel was about to speak~IndoMTL.com~ when he was interrupted:

"——Shh."

Ghirlandaio stretched out his right index finger and stood it in front of 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...sir."

Nieussel couldn't help himself and called "Sir."

He couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Obviously it was just the first time we met.

But I am like the other party’s subordinate...

Facing the fear of the unknown, and the novelty of facing the top of a powerful ancient organization, are accompanied by the joy of Spore Mill finally being rescued.

——Nieussel's heart beat like a drum.