Michelangelo, was a perfect ruler.

Powerful, ruthless and ruthless, with numerous and courageous means, during the three decades of his rule, he overturned the chaotic and disorderly pattern of the lower districts - starting with the construction of the administrative system, then the construction of the law enforcement system, and finally perfecting the household registration and household registration census system in the lower districts.

Because of this, he was given the title of emperor.

Even after 30 years, his reputation has not faded in the slightest.

No, maybe it's not just fame that hasn't faded.

Thirty years is enough time to bring a passionate young man into a lifeless twilight year, especially in the lower classes, where the average life expectancy is only sixty, but the traces of time on him are too scarce, not only have they not extinguished his burning passion, but they have not left too many traces on his body.

Obviously he is an old man of nearly sixty years old, but he does not have any old age at all, strong and powerful muscles like a marble sculpture, a resolute face that seems to have been cut by a knife, brown pupils sharper than a falcon, a straight suit that is always as tight as a string on a bow, and the whole body shows only a gray piece of gray on the top of his head, but after shaving into a board inch, under the background of the overall style, it is particularly energetic.

And now, this old man, who doesn't look like an old man, is having an affair with a young woman in a hospital gown.

She...... It's his wife.

Not nominally, but in fact a married wife.

He has been with him for nearly 40 years...... Better half.

If His Majesty the Emperor of the lower district is just an old man who does not look like an old man, then this lady ...... It's a young man who doesn't look like a young man, except for the strong intellectual atmosphere that "doesn't match" his age in the pale blue pupils, and the one sitting opposite him is a young and beautiful girl.

At least, something that appeared in the world as a girl.

The pale blue pupils that weave a line like the blue sky and blue sea, and the smooth long hair that pours down like winter snow, are comparable to the delicate face of a doll, making her the focus of attention wherever she goes. However, in the entire lower district, and even in the whole of Hemtika, only a handful have seen her true face.

It's not just a mystery, it's ...... In contrast to this crystal-clear artistic beauty, this beauty is also as fragile as crystal-pale skin and faintly purple lips show the owner's poor physical condition, and the washed and faded pale blue hospital gown and the slightly old wheelchair under the seat further illustrate the owner's old medical history.

"Gloria. ”

The de facto ruler of the lower district whispered his wife's name, and his low, magnetic vocal cords emitted a smooth, powerful bass: "Dark Guild Thing...... I heard. ”

"From the dice house?" the white-haired and blue-eyed beauty blinked her eyelids, neither asking what had happened to one of the former three pillars in the lower district, nor guessing where her husband had gotten the information.

"That's right. Michelangelo pursed his lips, and there was not much emotion in his tan pupils, he just said in an almost unchanged low tone, "I know...... Last night, Mask had a meeting with the murderer of the Dark Guild of Destruction. ”

"Dice houses are not to be trusted. Gloria said.

"Murderers too. ”

The topic seemed to come to an end here, and the two who did not give in to each other fell into silence almost at the same time, but it turned out to be just an illusion caused by an overly oppressive atmosphere, and the unanimous silence had only passed twelve breaths before His Majesty the Emperor of the lower district spoke again.

"Don't mix it up. ”

He admonished.

"I think there's a chance. "In contrast to the sick and frail body, there is an attitude that can be called resolute, "No one knows better than I the weight of the traveler returning from the darkness, but—"

She paused, lowered her eyebrows, and exhaled, "He's old." ”

"I'm old. Michelangelo repeated this sentence in some way, "Even so, you can't deny that he is a dangerous man." ”

Paul's death was about them. Gloria digressed the subject, yes, no matter how old she is, no matter how old she is, as long as Ignati doesn't die for a day, the founder of the House of the Lost will always be the most feared character in the lower classes, "They are the ones who are fueling the trouble." ”

"Ignati has no interest in power. "Thirty years ago, His Majesty the Emperor gathered a group of like-minded brothers and friends who were qualified to wrestle with the Dark Guild that had dominated the lower districts for hundreds of years, but without considering the possibility of the Dice House intervening, the only thing that awaited them in front of the unfathomable dark travelers was defeat - fortunately, the House of the Lost had no desire for supremacy in the lower districts," but this is also what makes me strange, he acts too much like a saint. ”

"No, he's not a saint. His wife apparently disagreed, "After the death of the giant Paul, they have been deliberately creating an atmosphere that is not in your favor, and even if Ignati doesn't make a move, he is at least in the know—or even further, to call him the one behind it." ”

"I don't doubt your reasoning. Michelangelo shook his head, "It's just...... Something is wrong, his performance is very wrong, as if he is suppressing something, he practices like an ascetic monk in ancient legends, generally restraining his desires, as if he has been waiting for a certain opportunity, a certain tipping point......"

Looks like he's waiting now. Gloria said.

"So, he's dangerous, very dangerous. "As His Majesty the Emperor of the lower districts, as the ruler of the authority of the entire lower districts, the people who are qualified to make Michelangelo jealous can only be called a few people in the whole of Hemtica, but among them, there is definitely the name Ignati, "I may have a battle with the House of the Lost sooner or later, but it won't be today - we don't need to stand in the way of guns at this time." ”

"What do you seem to know?" the handsome woman raised an eyebrow.

"You don't need to know," the middle-aged man, who had the appearance of a young man, replied stiffly, "All you need to do is wait, that's all." ”

"What are you hiding from me. Gloria gazed at her husband with pale blue eyes, her voice a little softer, and her tone was not tough, but she had strength in her weakness.

"Hmm. Neither acknowledging nor denying, Michelangelo replied with words of unknown meaning.

"Sure enough," the white-haired and blue-eyed girl chuckled, unimpressed by her husband's perfunctory behavior, although it was very plain and bland, but it did contain a tenderness like water in her simple words, "I have nothing to do with you." ”

In the face of his wife's tenderness, Michelangelo's tense face was slightly soothed, but he did not reply.

Because—

There is no need.

He just quietly looked at the woman who had been with him for nearly forty years, enjoying the rare silence and warmth between the two.

But the sudden sound of the bell broke it all.

"It's the upper floor. After a brief pause, Gloria took the lead in breaking the tacit understanding between the two and said in an affirmative tone, "The bell tower of the Municipal Building—"

The bell tower of the Municipal Building may be unfamiliar to many people, but it is by no means Michelangelo, the de facto ruler of the lower districts, who had no less opportunities to deal with the big men of the upper districts, and who knew very well what it meant to ring the bell on the bell tower for the Glory.

- The advent of the war with Chaos? No, of course it's not that simple.

- Not only is the situation completely out of control, but also symbolizes the advent of a major crisis in Hemtika.

Other words......

The elderly, barely showing signs of aging, held his chin in his hand and rubbed his beard that had just emerged like a bamboo shoot.

"It hasn't been heard since the end of the Great Plague thirty years ago, and it seems that the Chaos cultists have been dealing a much worse impact on the Upper Sector than expected. Without any doubts about his wife's judgment, His Majesty the Emperor of the Lower District narrowed his brown eyes as sharp as a falcon, "However, this may also be an opportunity for us, a rare opportunity." ”

"If you want to include the lower districts, Ignati is a stubborn disease that must be removed. Gloria shook her head and gave her reasons for her veto, "Besides...... Our informants have not sent back information for nearly three days, and the situation in the upper sector is still unclear. ”

"Intelligence from the Dice House indicates that the Upper Floor has been cordoned off by the Glory Ones in order to prevent the situation from worsening. Michelangelo tapped his index knuckle on the table, "I don't know how they passed through the Wall of Sighs, but it's certain that the situation in the Upper Sector must be a headache for the Glory—and on the one hand, I don't have that much desire for dominion in the Lower Sector until Ignati and the House of the Lost have fulfilled their mission." ”

"I see. ”

After a moment's pause, Gloria, who looked like a girl, nodded.

The topic ended here, and the two didn't seem to be in the mood to talk further.

And so, the pleasant tranquility came again.

It wasn't until nightfall that the arrival of a guest from the dice house, a beautiful boy with blond hair and blue eyes, announced the end of the world of the two.

On the other hand, it was the shocking news brought by this uninvited guest.

Lord of Hemtika, Duke Goldsworthy was sniped by the Dark Lords and was seriously injured and unconscious—

Life and death unknown.