Over here, everyone else followed Natasha and left.
Nero, meanwhile, squatted off to the side, secretly eavesdropping on the conversation between Clara and Svarog.
"Mr. Svarog, are you okay? I'll help you patch up the language module first…"
Svarog, "...Evaluating… Language module operating normally. Thank you, Clara."
"Is there any damage to the memory module? Clara also wants to help as much as possible."
"Memory module retrieval initiated… Records from the Architects' mechanical era, intact; combat data from the Defense War period, intact; records from the Geomarrow Exploration Group era, intact…
"Record of Clara creating a mini magnetic drill, intact; record of Clara explaining the human behavior 'sleeping in' to others, intact..."
As soon as that last line was spoken, Clara's little face instantly turned red, and she hurriedly stopped him.
"S-so… that means the memory module should be fine, right?"
"All records related to Clara have already been backed up. No need to worry."
"…Including the memories about sleeping in?"
"Multiple backups have already been made. They can be retrieved at any time."
"Mr. Svarog, could you maybe delete part of them…"
"Request denied. All memories related to Clara are important data and must be preserved in full. To Svarog, these are family memories."
"…Clara understands." Though still very shy, Svarog's answer undoubtedly made the girl feel very happy inside. "Mr. Svarog, I'd also like to help you check the other modules… please turn a little to the side."
Nero recorded this whole segment on his phone, then sent it to the Astral Express family group chat and @'ed Mr. Yang.
"Mr. Yang, the robots here have already begun to develop a basic concept of emotions. When do you think they'll break through the technological singularity on their own and evolve on the level of life, becoming true intelligent mechanical beings?"
Quite unexpectedly, Mr. Yang, who usually didn't like replying when Nero sent messages about Cocolia, Seele, or Bronya, replied instantly this time, and with only two short words.
"Wait for me."
Nero blinked twice at his phone screen.
"Oh… huh? Ah!?"
Now Belobog had really become a gathering of heroes.
After seeing that message, Nero instantly perked up and immediately ran over to his companions.
At this moment, the others had just finished talking with Natasha as well.
Roughly speaking, there were still many things to prepare, but the people of the Underworld had already seen hope. She also checked in on the train crew, since they had been running around nonstop and must be very tired, hoping they could get some proper rest.
Of course, there was one shocking piece of news, Natasha was actually the leader of Wildfire.
But maybe that wasn't all that shocking.
After all, only March showed any surprise at this fact.
However, Nero now brought an even more surprising piece of news.
"Stelle, March, Teacher Dan Heng!"
Nero called out, then held out his phone.
"Look, look! Mr. Yang is coming here too!"
"Huh? Really? Is Mr. Yang really coming?" March was extremely surprised.
There was no need to say much about Stelle's reaction, after all, even the usually calm and steady Dan Heng's gaze trembled slightly at this moment.
Everyone's eyes fell on Nero's phone screen, and sure enough, they saw the two words Mr. Yang had sent, "Wait for me."
Dan Heng thought for a moment. "Given the current situation, Cocolia may have dispatched quite a few Silvermane Guards specifically to prevent us from having any accomplices come down. If Mr. Welt comes down now…"
"Then let's find someone to go pick him up, Teacher Dan Heng!" Nero said.
"Yeah! If Mr. Yang is coming down, he definitely has to meet up with us!" March said excitedly.
Stelle suddenly narrowed her eyes sharply and said, "If we need someone to go pick up Mr. Welt and bring him to us, then the candidate…"
Before Stelle could finish her sentence, the four members of the Trailblazing squad all turned their heads in perfect unison, their gazes landing on Sampo.
Nearby, Sampo was enjoying this brief moment of happiness when his eyelid suddenly twitched, and he felt a chill run through him.
Then, with keen instinct, he turned his head toward the source of that gaze, and saw four people staring straight at him.
At this exact moment, even Sampo felt a bit panicked.
The first thought that popped into his head was, What's this supposed to mean? All of you staring at old Sampo together? Aha my foot, don't tell me that little ancestor has thought up some new way to mess with me again?
"Sampo! Come here!" Nero shouted.
Hearing Nero's voice, Sampo instinctively wanted to slip away, but in the end he forced his legs to behave and walked over.
"What is it? My friends, do you need old Sampo to lend a hand with something? Then you've definitely found the right guy. Hire old Sampo, low prices, solid quality, extremely high efficiency. Guaranteed satisfaction."
As he spoke, Sampo put on a crafty merchant's smile and rubbed his hands together at everyone.
"Go help us pick someone up," Nero said with a smile.
"It's roughly around the spot where you ran into us that day. You can go a bit farther if needed. Using your unique techniques for dodging the Silvermane Guards, you can definitely do it, right?"
"I can, sure… but…" Sampo still wanted some kind of compensation.
It wasn't really about payment, though. Mainly, if he agreed so easily, it would feel kind of undignified.
"Mm! Then we're counting on you. Do your best!"
Nero gave Sampo some encouragement, then turned to the other three members of the Trailblazing squad and said, "Let's go. We can finally get some proper rest. We can also take a look around. Even though we've been down here for two days, we've been busy with other things the whole time."
It seemed no one cared about Mr. Cold Feet' thoughts, or perhaps they felt there was no need to care about Mr. Cold Feet' thoughts at all.
The four members of the Trailblazing squad left together.
They didn't even look back at Sampo…
Sampo really had no dignity left.
In the end, Sampo sighed, waved toward the four figures' backs, and also left the mechanical settlement.
No choice, might as well plan out the next part of the trip. It seemed he didn't have much else to do anyway.
Since that was the case, he might as well help his little colleagues out.
After all, they'd come to him for help, hadn't they?
Sampo casually found a reason in his heart to convince himself, trying to cover up the part where he came off as "easy to bully."
But Mr. Cold Feet wasn't actually that aggrieved, after all, he enjoyed it too.
The train crew wandered around the Underworld for a bit, seeing some things they hadn't had time to see before, and eating some local specialties they hadn't had time to try earlier.
Time passed second by second, and finally, later in the day, they returned once more to the Goethe Grand Hotel.
It was time to rest.