Chapter 519: You May Call Me Ghirlandaio (1/2)

Chapter 519: You May Call Me Ghirlandaio

Nieusel was still patrolling the streets of Sporeggar Mill at 7:30 pm

There was no unified routine based on sunrise and sunset in the underground world, where there was no real and constant sun

The factories here never stopped The workers not only worked in three shi+fts but also the working hours of each factory were not specific Based on this lifestyle and work schedule, the shops on the street would have different opening hours

This was also why people above ground were not suitable for living underground for a long ti as you want” lifestyle, the person would gradually become lazy

At the sa hours like the underground folks

Even though they were onlyvertically up and down, they still felt like they had crossed the time zone when they returned to the surface It was as if they were going froave the i

For Nieusel, his job was flexible

He was the only [Overseer] in Sporeggar Mill

The Digger Council of the local city provided the wages for e Overseers, and the Overseers were only responsible for the Diggers in their city

At the saar Mill was a ser in total

That person was Nieusel himself as well

In other words, Nieusel worked for himself, paid himself, and was responsible for himself Even if he always slacked, no one would care about it, let alone bother hiently every day, he would not get a penny

However, Nieusel still patrolled the streets every day

It was not because he was bored just sitting around

Deep down in his heart, he wanted to use his strength and his way to protect the city

He did not establish this city, let alone this was not his birthplace

The reason for his hard work could only be attributed to Nefertari’s presence at this place

This ser No specialty products existed, and this place did not fall on any major trade route Worse still, the city above this place was just a sar Mill was undoubtedly one of the sround world

If Nieusel and Nefertari e city with no person in charge and only needed two people to ar Mill was closer to his “hohbors” resided

There were hardly any young people here

Those who caar Mill were prinized Lin Yiyi’s group as outsiders at first sight

Usually, there were not so ar Mill

Except for hihbors nearby After living for so nized each other’s faces

Usually, when Nieusel walked on the street, he ariven presents and snacks

Of course, they were not out here to flatter the city’s “sole enforcer”

Nieusel was usually a little off-key, lazy, and did not like to think, given his character However, he would respond if someone asked him with despair and hope

He was not short ofothers was si for so ” of the city

“The Wise” of the city seldos his intellect could not accoave Nefertari the same amiable smile just because they learned that “Mr Nieusel was after the lady”

The kindness was shown to whoever was involved and connected to Nieusel

This was perhaps the best acknowledgh Nieusel never felt like he was a kind person

“It’s alright now, Granny Marchi” Nieusel squatted on the ground and straightened out the tangled wires on thewith it It’s just that the wires are tangled

“But the wires are daed Please let your son take it for reparation later It may not be so sister” The white-haired elderly ss but no prosthetics, either

Under the two arms of Elderly Marchi, there were two coripped the htly, and the axle began to rotate slowly

Like a person walking, the s alternatelyforward

There was no question that this was an incredibly expensive custoround city could con

Compared with the fiery new invention of the “automatic wheelchair”, it was not only hard to maintain but also uncomfortable to use

However, this was the option when there was no other choice

Nieusel kneithout asking that it was a constraint froers were ornas Tere made of silver, ten were s decorated her index finger

This represented the lives of at least a dozen transcenders

Marchi was the first transcender resident of this underground city

There was no doubt that “Marchi” must be a fake name, and even the face could be fake A Silver Rank Hunter, who chose to enter the underground city, must be a wanted criht be a disciple or an acco was possible

But that was the business left in the above-ground world