At half past seven o'clock in the evening, Niusel was still patrolling the streets of the Spore Mill.

There is no real and unchanging sun in the underworld, and therefore there is no unified routine based on sunrise and sunset.

The factories here are never on the move, and the workers are not just in a three-shift mode...... And the working hours of each factory are not specific. Due to this lifestyle, work, and rest, there will be no specific opening hours for the shops on the street.

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 "whatever you want to sleep" life, you will involuntarily become lazy.

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

When they return to the earth, they will find ...... Even though he was only moving vertically up and down, he still felt like he had crossed time zones as if he was going from Noah to the church. Even jet lag.

For Niusel, his work is very flexible.

He is the sole Overseer of the Spore Mill.

Overseers are paid by the local city's digger council, and the overseer is only responsible to the diggers in their own city.

Whereas Spore Mill is a smaller city.

There was only one digger in total.

That is, Niusel himself.

In other words, Niusel works for himself, pays his own salary, and is responsible for himself...... Even if he is lazy all the time, no one will care about him, let alone him.

Even if he worked hard every day, he wouldn't get a penny.

But Niusel still patrols the streets every day.

It's not just idleness.

He is from the heart, protecting the city with his own strength, in his own way.

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

Why do you want to talk 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, and it is not a major transportation artery, and the above-ground city directly above it is only a small city.

In the resource-rich underground world, Spore Mill is undoubtedly one of the smallest cities.

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

- For Niusel, the Spore Mill is closer to his home.

There lived himself, Naifel Tali, and enthusiastic "neighbors".

There are hardly any young people here.

Most of the people who came to the spore mill were old people.

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

…… Where do so many young people usually come from the Spore Mill?

Except for him and Nefertari, the rest of the residents were like neighbors in the streets, and after so many years of living, they had become more or less familiar.

Usually walking down the street, Niusel will even be greeted warmly by his grandparents, and occasionally give some gifts and snacks.

Of course, they are not there to flatter the city's "sole enforcer".

With Niusel's character, although usually a little out of tune, lazy and not like to use his brain. But if he is asked for by others with despair and hope, he will respond.

He is not short of money, nor is he famous. Helping others is just going with your heart.

After living for so many years, Niusel gradually became the "good king" of the city.

Except for what he could not do with his intellect, the "wise men" of the city almost never came forward. But just because the inhabitants learned that "Mr. Niusel was courting the lady" made the inhabitants of the Spore Mill smile with the same kindness.

- The kindness of Aiwu and Wu.

This is perhaps the best recognition of a "good person".

…… Although Niusel never felt like a good person.

"Alright, Granny March."

Niusel half-squatted on the ground and straightened out the stuck mechanical walking crutches: "It's okay, it's just that the line is stuck."

"But the line is a little crowded. After that, let your son take it to fix it, next time it may not be so simple. ”

"Thank you, little brother."

The white-haired old man smiled at Niusel.

She didn't have legs – but she didn't have prosthetics either.

Under the two arms of the old man March, there are two complex crutches with many gears. She gripped the middle bar of her crutch and lifted it up slightly, and the axle began to rotate slowly.

Just like a human walking, the mechanical walking crutches on each side have two legs alternately moving forward, one in front and one in the back.

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

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

But this is an option for which there is no choice.

Niusel didn't have to ask to know that it was a constraint from a spell.

Ten of Old March's fingers were full of rings—two in silver, ten in light bronze of different colors, and two rings on her index finger.

This represents at least twelve transcendent human lives.

March was the first transcendent resident of the underground city.

There is no doubt that "March" is definitely a pseudonym, and even this face may be fake. Hunters of the Silver Order will choose to enter the underground city, and they will inevitably be wanted.

Her "son", who was exceptionally strong, might be a disciple or an accomplice, or maybe her son would be her father...... Everything is possible.

But that's the earthly world.

- It has nothing to do with me.

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

Niusel smiled softly and shook his hand at the back of old March's departure.

He turned around and was surprised to see two strangers walking along the crowd.

Niusel narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at them through passers-by.

A young girl walking in front and looking around curiously.

The long gray-white hair reaches shoulder-length, the gray-white canine ears hang on the head, and behind it is a large fluffy gray-white tail. Needless to say, this is a werewolf who has entered the underworld for the first time.

Niusel was somewhat sympathetic to the werewolf tribes persecuted by the Duchy of Winter—but only if they didn't come to the Spore Mill to cause trouble.

His gaze focused on the wolf girl's lower abdomen.

After making sure she wasn't pregnant, Niusel relaxed a little and looked behind her past the werewolf girl.

— and made eye contact with the dark-haired, black-eyed middle-aged man.

He smiled and looked over.

His Excellency Niusel.

His lips twitched, and he silently pronounced his name.

Thanks to the "lip-syncing" game that Nefertari used to play as a child, Niussel was able to recognize the lip shape of his name.

…… Are you calling me?

Niusel was slightly wary.

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

…… Silver tier.

It's different from the naïve and almost stupid werewolf in front of him. This middle-aged man just stood there, and it gave people intense pressure.

He's a very dangerous person.

Maybe it's a great big shot, too.

That's what Niusel's bestial instincts told him.

He has always trusted his instincts.

But just when Niusel was still hesitating to come forward and say hello.

The other party turned around first and walked towards him.

It's miserable, I can't hide from it......

As he approached, Niousel felt a chill run down his spine. Looking at that friendly and gentle smile, he couldn't help but stand on end, and couldn't help but take a step back.

"My apprentices, you are in your care."

The middle-aged man smiled meaningfully.

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

For some reason, Niusel became even more nervous.

He reached out and rubbed it on his leg, and stretched out his hand stiffly: "Hello, I'm Niusel." But, excuse me, are you—"

The middle-aged man did not answer.

He just raised his right hand, which he had just clenched, and extended his index and middle fingers and pointed to his eyes.

"You can call me, Ghirlandaio."

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

- Yes, the Hidden Eye!

Niusel reacted immediately.

Fortunately, not the enemy!

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The source of that strong sense of oppression has finally been explained.

But then he had doubts:

Leader of the Hidden Eye...... Is it just the silver tier?

But where does that sense of danger come from?

No other silver-level transcendent could give Niusel such a strong sense of oppression!

You know, it was with his strong and keen instinct that Niusel was able to return alive from the depths and become an digger.

He believed in his instincts as much as he believed in Nefertari.

"You ......"

Niusel was about to speak, but was interrupted:

"—shh

Ghirlandaio held out his right index finger and stood in front of his lips.

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

"Let's go find them one by one."

"Good...... My lord. ”

Niusel couldn't help himself and called out to the adults.

He couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable in his heart.

Obviously, it's just the first time we've met.

But he is like a subordinate of the other party......

The fear of the unknown, the novelty of the high-ranking of a powerful ancient organization, and the joy that the Spore Mill is finally about to be delivered.

- Niusel's heart beats like a drum.