Clang- With one final slash of Seele's scythe, a robot collapsed where it stood, immobilized.
"Phew... that thing could fight. How many more big guys like that does Svarog have under him?" March 7th said, still shaken. "A lot-that's why Wildfire has never been able to do anything about him. Svarog's forces are too powerful. With the people we have, we can't even make a dent in them," Seele explained to March 7th.
"That little girl in red..." Caelus seemed a little worried about her. "You mean Clara? Don't worry about her. She seems to be close to Svarog and is always following him around. Svarog won't hurt her." That was how Seele reassured Caelus.
"I couldn't understand it when I first saw it either, but I'm used to it now. Let's hurry and find the boss." With that, Seele led everyone onward.
Silver Wolf watched a white-haired, middle-aged man appear behind the Astral Express Crew and said to Hanxing, "That's Oleg, the leader of Wildfire." "Why does a leader's outfit look worse than a member's?"
Silver Wolf knew he was asking about Seele. "Maybe the game designers were being lazy?" "Game designers?" Hanxing took a keen interest in the unfamiliar term. "It's a job in game design. Don't worry about it," Silver Wolf explained, drawing Hanxing's attention back to the Astral Express Crew.
"The Underworld's resentment toward you can't be explained in just a few words, Silvermane girl. But I respect your request, so I'll leave it there. Let's get back to the matter at hand. The person I just thought of is Svarog." Oleg turned back to the Astral Express Crew as he spoke.
Clearly, they had been through a heated argument. But in the end, their objective had settled on the robot named Svarog.
"I thought they'd just fight the robots left behind, but they're still going after Svarog in the end." "Look at you-you didn't hear the most important part at all: the Astral Express Crew came here for the Stellaron too," Silver Wolf scolded him irritably.
"So I might end up fighting the Astral Express Crew?" Hanxing had keenly picked up on the key point. "That's the worst-case scenario," Silver Wolf said, analyzing the situation. "The Astral Express Crew are famous for being good people, and they aren't sealing the Stellaron for personal gain. But because of the Company's wanted notice, they won't be especially friendly to the Stellaron Hunters either."
"So I need to take the Stellaron in a way that's least likely to cause a conflict. To do that, it would be best to hide my identity, right?" Hanxing considered carefully. "You could even do something more exciting." Silver Wolf grinned mischievously. "You could go onto the train and steal the Stellaron. You have a spatial portal anyway, don't you?"
"That's not a bad idea either." Hanxing weighed the pros and cons. "If my own plan fails, I'll consider yours." In the end, Hanxing still decided to obtain the Stellaron through negotiation. Or he could simply resolve the crisis on this planet himself and take the Stellaron.
"All right, those issues are too far off," Silver Wolf reminded him. "Let's stick close to the Astral Express Crew first. They're about to leave." Hanxing focused his gaze. "Wait, why are they going to the Goethe Grand Hotel?"
"The Goethe Grand Hotel has the best accommodations around here. It's no surprise they're staying there," Silver Wolf explained. "But why do you look so surprised?"
"The room I booked is at the Goethe Grand Hotel." Hanxing pulled a key from his pocket, the number 0422 on it gleaming faintly. "So you have pretty similar tastes?" Silver Wolf teased. "Though I suppose it's to be expected. That is the best place to stay around here."
"I'll go check it out first when the time comes. Maybe I can talk my way into joining them and get the Stellaron without anyone noticing." Hanxing made his plans and silently opened a spatial portal back to the hotel.