“Why is Natasha angry?” Seele walked into the clinic and asked curiously.
She had just seen the two of them saving someone.
Since there was nothing she could do to help, she had waited outside.
Then she saw Natasha carrying the Mole Machine, looking as though she was about to pick a fight with someone.
Seele understood it all too well.
Whenever Natasha got angry, someone was bound to suffer.
Lucian told Seele about Hook trying to play matchmaker for Natasha.
“With that guy involved, it’s not surprising that Hook would do something like this.” Seele suddenly became serious.
“Sampo?
He’s fine when you need him to handle something, but anyone who wants to be friends with him is just making trouble for themselves.” “Yeah.” Lucian nodded in agreement.
Old Sampo was a Masked Fool hiding in Belobog.
Lucian wasn’t particularly interested in dealing with a male Masked Fool either.
“So…
what did you say?” Seele asked again.
Lucian looked confused.
“About what?” Seele hesitated.
“I mean…
about becoming Natasha’s husband…” Lucian looked at Seele with a faintly amused expression.
“Why do you care about that?” Seele turned her head away and pretended not to care.
“I don’t care.
I’m just curious.
Tch!
Forget it if you don’t want to say.
I don’t even care.” Just as the two were talking, a member of Wildfire rushed inside.
“This is bad!” “A group of vagrants has gathered outside Big Svarog’s place.
They’ve blocked the entrance, and it looks like they’re about to start fighting!” Seele immediately frowned.
“What happened?” The Wildfire member answered, “I heard that Big Svarog sent robots to steal their ore.
I don’t know the details either.
Boss told me to come notify Big Sis.” “She’s not here.
Go look for her somewhere else.
I’ll head over first.” Seele picked up her scythe and left.
But she quickly turned around and came back.
“You’re the most important person here right now.
What you say carries weight, so you’re coming with me.” Without giving Lucian a chance to refuse, Seele grabbed his arm.
“I’m afraid I’ll kill someone if things get violent.
Keep me in check, okay?” Lucian admired her decisive way of doing things.
He also happened to be looking for Svarog, so he got up and went with Seele.
Meanwhile, in the Mechanical Settlement…
The entire area was inhabited by robots.
There was only one human who could live here.
That person was Clara.
The orphaned little girl Clara had accidentally activated Svarog.
When Svarog asked her what she wished for, Clara answered, “I want a family.” From that moment on, Svarog and the other robots became Clara’s closest family.
After the Silvermane Guards were withdrawn from the Underworld, Svarog followed Clara’s wish for everyone to live together peacefully like a family.
Under the name of “Big Svarog,” he united the previously independent miners and scavengers and, together with the other robots, protected the Underworld.
At this moment, a huge crowd of humans had gathered outside the iron gate.
Some carried pickaxes, while others held shovels.
Besides the vagrants and miners, Wildfire members were also standing nearby.
Silvermane Guards were continuously arriving to maintain order.
“Damn robots!
They stole our ore!” “Robots are all thieves!
They’re bandits!” “Break in!
Take back our resources!
The Supreme Guardian will support us too!” Among the crowd of vagrants, someone shouted loudly, constantly stirring up the neutral miners.
Some people had red scarves tied around their arms.
They were members of Wildfire.
Natasha was the organization’s hidden leader, while Oleg was the public face and leader.
“Calm down!
Everyone, don’t act rashly!
There may be some misunderstanding!” Oleg led Wildfire members around, trying to calm the miners and vagrants.
There were too few Silvermane Guards to deal with such a disturbance.
There were at least two thousand miners and vagrants combined.
The Silvermane Guards numbered only a little over a hundred, and even with Wildfire, there were only around a thousand people.
And then there was Svarog’s army of robots.
If things really descended into chaos, there was no way they could contain it.
Inside the iron gate, a little girl in red stood beside Svarog and asked timidly, “Mr.
Svarog, why are they saying that we stole their ore?
We didn’t do anything wrong.” Clara didn’t understand.
Her family had always been helping humans, and the ore had been mined by the robots themselves.
So why had such a huge crowd suddenly gathered outside their home and accused them of stealing?
The more-than-two-meter-tall one-eyed robot standing beside Clara was Svarog.
Prototype No.
3 from the Old World Era—the “Supervising Machine,” Svarog.
“Clara, human behavior usually carries a strong purpose.
There are many possible reasons why they accuse us of stealing.
Perhaps they seek revenge.” Svarog’s mechanical voice was calm and heavy, giving people an overwhelming sense of security.
Just as Svarog calculated, someone indeed wanted revenge.
That was why they had incited such a large crowd to block the entrance and had pinned the label of “thieves” on the robots.
At the back of the crowd, five men were gathered together suspiciously.
“Boss, why aren’t we leading the charge?
I’ve dreamed of tearing apart those damn pieces of scrap metal.” “Throwing dirt at them is meant to make someone else take the lead, not for you to recklessly charge in.
We only need to fan the flames from behind.
No matter how this ends, our hands stay clean and we won’t get into trouble.
Understand?
Even if the Supreme Guardian comes, she’ll only help whichever side has more people.” “Exactly.
As soon as a robot attacks, we can say the robots were the ones who hurt humans first.
Then even if they have a legitimate reason, they’ll lose all justification.” “That bastard broke one of my legs last year.
I’m definitely getting revenge.” “That little girl is pretty cute.
Hopefully she doesn’t get beaten to death.” (End of Chapter)[Thanks for Reading!]