C478 The Question of the Emperor and His Subjects

The sun is dim, the light is dim.

Galeazzo held onto the golden railing that was embedded with broken diamonds and looked at the setting sun in the distance in silence.

"Master Galeazzo."

One. A calm voice sounded behind him, "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm watching the sunset, Your Majesty."

Galeazzo turned his head when he heard that. He half-knelt down and said in a low voice