Oliver also discovered a spaceship behind a hatch on the lowest level!
It turned out to be a half-finished product.
Which made sense; when the Antimatter Legion invaded back then, all of Jarilo-VI's weapons were used in the resistance war.
Naturally, all usable starships had to be deployed, leaving only the unfinished ones behind.
Fortunately, after searching around, he also found the manufacturing blueprints and program data for the spaceship.
As long as the scientists in the Overworld study them, they should be able to restore it.
"That's enough looking. Next, I will have the Overworld's research institute take over this armory. You will be responsible for supervision and guidance."
Oliver patted Svarog's arm and turned to leave.
If it can be repaired, this armory is more than enough to arm the entire city of Belobog and advance its technological civilization.
This trip was definitely worth it.
He returned to Stellaron Town and immediately sent someone to notify Cocolia to dispatch Bronya to manage the armory.
Oliver did not trust anyone else to manage the firearms, only Bronya.
He also did not understand technology, much less those incredibly powerful algorithms.
When it came to Imaginary theory and scientific technology, even ordinary scientists in the upper city understood more than him.
As for him, he did not need to control the technology; he only needed to control the experts.
Svarog was the capable assistant he used to manage military technology.
"First, I'll return to Stellaron Town, have a drink, and wait for Bronya to come for the handover."
Oliver said goodbye to Svarog, and then said goodbye to Clara.
He arrived in front of the small tavern in Stellaron Town.
The tavern sign was truly dilapidated, and the lights for several of the characters were out.
As soon as he pushed the door open, the wooden door let out a grating noise.
There was no need for a doorbell; the noise alone was enough to notify everyone that a guest had entered.
The moment Oliver walked in, he immediately attracted over a dozen gazes.
All the eyes belonged to the patrons.
These people recognized Oliver instantly.
"It's the Great Hero!"
Someone exclaimed.
"I know you! You're the one who lifted the lockdown, allowing us to move freely and breathe under the sun again!"
Someone pointed at Oliver and loudly recounted his great achievements.
"Sir, please take a seat! All expenses are on me!"
Someone eagerly invited Oliver to sit down and offered to pay for him.
Oliver smiled and gently waved his hand.
He did not want to drink with strangers, especially strange men.
At this moment, a man proactively walked up to Oliver.
His face carried a flattering smile, and he held two wine glasses in his hand.
"Sir, you are indeed handsome and extraordinary. Your great name precedes you and fills me with admiration."
"I am Sampo Koski, a merchant of Belobog. You can just call me Little Sampo."
Sampo respectfully offered him a glass of wine.
Oliver looked at this Masked Fools with a half-smile.
Sure enough, he knew how to speak to people and how to speak to ghosts.
Look at his obsequious manner; he was the perfect sycophant.
Of course, Oliver was very clear.
For the Masked Fools, being a sycophant was just one of its thousands of personas.
Just like Old Svarog, he also moonlighted as a Belobog savage.
Oliver took the glass and drank a mouthful without hesitation.
"Sampo-something-something-ski, I know you. The Masked Fools hiding its mask. Is your purpose in approaching me to cling to my influence, or to play a trick on me?"
Hearing this, Sampo instantly froze in place.
Clearly, he had not expected Oliver to know his identity.
He had clearly changed his identity and hidden his mask, and they were in this desolate part of Belobog; who could possibly recognize him?
Most importantly, in his memory, he had never met Oliver before, let alone dealt with him.
So how did the other party know his identity?
Sampo: "May I ask presumptuously, have we met before?"
Oliver: "No need to probe. We haven't met, but your little secret cannot be hidden from me. Therefore, do not harbor any thoughts that would displease me. As long as I am happy, you can live very comfortably here."
Sampo nodded repeatedly and said with a forced smile: "Yes, yes, Big Boss, you are absolutely right. I am here to cling to your influence, and I won't court disaster."
He had witnessed Oliver's methods.
He also had a general assessment of Oliver.
As long as he didn't cross any lines, everything would be fine, and he might even receive Oliver's help.
Of course, Sampo still kept a wary eye out.
It was well known that many factions outside were hostile towards the Abundance Folk, and if The Hunt came attacking, he would be the first to run away.
Oliver was very satisfied with his attitude; even if it was feigned, it was pleasant to watch.
After all, this guy did have some capabilities and could be properly utilized.
The two were talking.
Screech! !
The tavern door made noise again.
Everyone's eyes simultaneously fell upon the doorway again.
Oliver also subconsciously turned his head to look.
He saw a purple-haired girl, who was Seele.
"So you were here. I waited for you for a long time, but you didn't come back."
Seele quickly walked up to Oliver.
Seeing Sampo beside him, she snapped: "I'm warning you, don't harbor any ill intentions toward him, or I'll beat you up every time I see you."
Seele shook her fist at Sampo, looking like a fiery little pepper.
"How dare I harbor ill intentions? Miss Seele, you wrong me. If you don't believe me, ask the old gentleman; this drink was even bought by me."
Sampo pitifully hid behind Oliver.
He was truly afraid that Seele would start a fight here, resulting in damage that he would have to pay for.
Seele was absolutely unwilling to use words when she could use force against him; if Sampo said a few more words, Seele would resort to violence.
It was unclear whose problem it was--- "Seele, what are you looking for me for?"
Oliver interrupted the gunpowder between the two, preventing an explosion.
When Seele spoke to Oliver, her tone softened ten thousand times!
"Um, are you in a good mood right now?"
Oliver was puzzled but truthfully nodded.
Only then did Seele dare to be a little bolder, grabbing Oliver's arm and pulling him outside, "Come with me, I have something I need to tell you privately."
Oliver couldn't help but laugh wryly.
It seemed the impression left by his previous killing spree remained—now, when interacting with him, people had to first ask if he was in a good mood.
Sampo watched the two leave, the corners of his mouth lifting, his eyes bright.
"Is that really the guy who killed without blinking just now? He's too easy to get along with."
"His erratic style makes him a perfect match for Sparkle."
"Hiss~ No way, no way. We can't let that lunatic come and plague Belobog. I absolutely cannot let those two get together."
Seele dragged Oliver into a nearby, empty alleyway.
Coincidentally, it was the exact alley where Seele's clothes had burst and Oliver had seen everything.
What kind of girl would actively pull a man into a dark alley?
"What did you want to say? You're being so full of Mysteriousness."
When Oliver spoke to ask, Seele stopped walking.