After a while, all of the drifters were completely subdued by Seele.
Of course, not all the drifters in the Underworld were present here, but dealing with a group like this was enough to serve as a warning, killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.
After that, Oleg had people tie up all these drifters one by one. In a bit, just as Nero had said, Seele would send them over to Sampo.
It didn't matter if they didn't know where Sampo was, just make a call, and that guy would definitely show up.
Since Nero had already said so, and judging from the tightly linked logic he used earlier when cursing people out, he had probably contacted Sampo in advance.
As for why Wildfire could get in touch with Sampo at all… Sampo occasionally helped Wildfire move some supplies down here. Also, the milk and ice cream that Hook and the others got to eat from time to time were mostly procured by this guy.
Sampo, although a bit hard to read, had been cooperating with them for quite a while now, and his attitude toward children was something everyone had seen clearly.
Even though Wildfire wasn't fond of Sampo's scamming habits, most of the time they could still trust him a bit.
After dealing with the drifters, Oleg checked the time again and realized that it was already quite late.
The Underworld was underground, where you couldn't see changes in the sky, so in order to avoid having day and night completely flipped and to maintain a normal schedule, tools like watches that could tell the time were indispensable.
After checking the time, Oleg realized that he had actually been here for a very long time already, leading Wildfire in a prolonged standoff with Svarog's mechanical legion.
The feelings of fatigue and drowsiness surged up all at once.
Then he thought of these outsiders and Bronya, the little girl from the Overworld. They had probably been busy along with Seele for a long time too, with hardly any rest.
So he spoke to the Express crew and Bronya, saying, "It's getting late now. Whatever else there is, we can think about it tomorrow, it's not too late. And after all this time, you're probably exhausted too, right? Go back to town and rest. I'll arrange everything."
Hearing this, March's mouth twitched. "This familiar feeling…"
Bronya and Dan Heng didn't express any opinions.
Instead, Stelle stretched her arms and said, "I'm full of energy, haha!"
Nero, on the other hand, said to March, "Isn't this great? Our bodies are all fine, so it wouldn't be right to go to Sister Natasha's place and fight with others over hospital beds, right?"
"If Grandpa Oleg doesn't arrange it, then I'll have to ask Sampo to do it. He's pretty familiar with this place too. And March, do you really want to sleep on the floor?"
"Huh?" March blinked and shook her head repeatedly.
"No, no sleeping on the floor! I think this is pretty good too! If Sampo were the one arranging it, who knows where he'd make us sleep. That guy might even take the opportunity to scam some money out of us!"
"You're thinking too badly of him. I actually think he's pretty okay."
Nero spread his hands as he said this. Someone who had, intentionally or unintentionally, scammed Sampo countless times felt that Sampo was a very decent person. Even as a Masked Fool, he was an easy guy to get along with.
At this moment, Stelle, March, and Dan Heng all narrowed their eyes. Looking at Nero's serious expression, they thought to themselves, What kind of mind-altering potion did Sampo feed him?
At the same time, somewhere in the Underworld, Mr. Cold Feet, who was actively conducting Sampo·Corgi feed trials, suddenly shivered, then abruptly stood up.
Sampo raised a hand and touched the back of his neck and his back, but felt nothing.
Then he turned his head to look around, and carefully walked a silent circle around the place where he had tied up the Sampo·Corgi. He still found nothing.
"That's strange…" Sampo frowned, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes.
"No sudden attack, no one watching me from the shadows… so why did I suddenly feel a chill down my back? Could it be some ill-mannered colleague muttering about me behind my back?"
The first image that appeared in Sampo's mind was Nero, since he had been interacting with that kid the most recently.
But soon, Nero's image gradually transformed, eventually turning into a twin-tailed girl wearing a mask, with a sharp tongue.
Sampo felt like he had locked onto the culprit.
It was possible that Sparkle had turned into his appearance and was causing trouble somewhere, dragging Mr. Cold Feet's reputation through the mud across the universe.
After a brief moment of thought, Sampo lowered his head.
Below him, the short-legged Sampo·Corgi also raised its head.
Two identical faces stared at each other.
No one knew what kind of brain storm Sampo was having.
At this time, everyone had already prepared to leave the Great Mine and head back to Boulder Town for a good night's sleep.
During this time, they exchanged the numbers of their Synesthesia Beacons, that is, their phones.
"Um… wait for me a moment, I'll be right back! I have something to take care of!" Nero suddenly spoke up.
"Alright," Dan Heng said, stopping his steps.
Stelle and March also stopped and looked at Nero. "What else do you need to do?"
"Hehe, it'll be quick!"
Nero smiled, then jumped onto the chainsaw and flew off, riding it.
After that, Stelle and March both turned to look at Dan Heng. Judging by Dan Heng's expression, he probably already knew what Nero was going to do.
Dan Heng glanced at the two people looking at him expectantly, then sighed and said, "Nero may act a bit jumpy and be somewhat airheaded, but most of the time, he's very polite."
Stelle blinked. "Oh! I get it!"
March also stood up straight and lifted a hand to her chin. "I get it too. So that means Nero actually went to…"
"I'm back! Let's go!"
Just as said earlier, Nero returned very quickly.
"As expected, it's gone." March looked at Nero and nodded, wearing an expression of 'just as I thought.' She was happy that she had guessed right.
After that, the Express crew left the Great Mine together.
At the same time, in a mine tunnel above the Great Mine, a Gearwolf missing its right arm sat on the ground. It seemed to be thinking, but its system was continuously issuing warnings, its processor was overheating.
Just moments ago, after inexplicably losing its arm, it had seen a white-haired youth who looked somewhat similar to Clara flying over while stepping on that very arm.
The youth handed the arm back to it, smiled, patted it on the shoulder, and said in a warm, cheerful tone, "Thanks for letting me borrow it. Here you go!"
And then there was no further interaction.
The youth hurriedly left, just as hurriedly as he had arrived…
The Gearwolf sat on the ground.
Staring at the chainsaw in front of it, it fell into deep thought.