The hollow urban structure located beneath Belobog is called the Lower District.
Relics and architecture of the old world are buried within the towering rock walls, and massive support pillars connect to the surface.
Miners gather here in groups.
They are responsible for mining the rare energy mineral "earth marrow," supplying heat energy to both the upper and lower levels.
Nowadays, the cold wave has receded, the Rift has closed, and the function of earth marrow has shifted from heating to industrial mineral material, still requiring many miners.
When there are many people, chaos is easily bred.
Therefore, after Oliver liberated the upper and Lower Districts, he let Natasha continue leading the Fire-Melt Organization to manage the Lower District.
The upper area was handed over to Cocolia, and the lower area was handed over to Natasha.
As for Oliver, he acted as a hands-off manager, commanding the overall situation.
Stellaron Town in the Lower District is the most populated area.
There is a clinic here.
It is also the only clinic in the vast Lower District.
A long-haired purple-haired girl, carrying a medical kit in her left hand and a large scythe on her right shoulder, walked spiritedly to the front of the clinic.
"Hmph! I will definitely return!"
Bang!
The clinic door was slammed open.
A small figure was seen rushing out.
The little girl was wearing a black hat, and she looked quite round overall.
"Hook?"
The purple-haired girl called out.
Little Hook turned her head to glance at her, then continued running at full speed.
It was as if she had suffered some immense grievance.
"Seele, come in."
A slightly helpless voice came from inside the clinic.
The purple-haired girl named Seele approached the clinic, placed the medical kit on the table, and asked, "Did Hook cause trouble again?"
"She was playing with her digger machine at a friend's house and smashed the friend's wall, so I confiscated her digger machine."
The one who replied was a busty mature woman wearing a white coat.
She was the manager of the Lower District, Natasha, whom Oliver had passed the responsibility to.
Seele glanced at the tiger-paw shaped digger machine in the corner and couldn't help but chuckle: "Hah, its destructive power is less than one-tenth of mine."
"Oh right, Seele. There's one more thing I need you to do," Natasha said. "Go patrol the surrounding area, especially where the Silvermane Guards are stationed."
Seele asked, confused, "Haven't we been liberated now? Why waste effort monitoring them?"
Natasha said earnestly, "Although the crisis is over, we must always keep a backup plan. Oliver is indeed a hero, but you cannot guarantee that others won't make small moves."
"To put it bluntly, if we find out later that Oliver is a tyrant, we will at least have this area as a place to settle down."
Seele nodded, then shook her head: "I don't object to guarding against the Silvermane Guards, but I don't want to guard against Oliver."
"He saved all of us, he saved the whole world. In my eyes, he is a good person and a hero."
The girl's resolute gaze left Natasha speechless.
She forced a smile, saying, "Seele, you really need to change your black-and-white view of the world."
Natasha watched Seele grow up.
She understood her personality very well.
She viewed people or things as strictly good or bad, unaware of the gray areas in between.
"There's nothing wrong with black and white," Seele shrugged and teased. "Oliver saved the Lower District, so I think he's a good person."
Natasha waved her hand, not wanting to discuss it further. "Alright, alright, he's a good person. You go patrol the city first."
Seele lifted her head high, shouldered her scythe, and left.
On the other side.
Oliver leisurely arrived at the Lower District.
After passing through a large iron gate, houses and buildings became visible.
Compared to the dazzling brightness of the upper area, this place was dim and damp.
Glowing crystals could be seen on the stone walls in the distance.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, a small figure darted past him.
Then she quickly darted back.
"You are Lord Oliver?!"
Oliver looked down and saw a little girl.
He recognized this girl; she was Hook. (As pictured)
"I know you. You are Lord Hook of the Darkness."
Seeing her adorable appearance, Oliver squatted down to meet her gaze.
Hook was extremely excited to hear her title spoken by the revered Oliver.
She wished she could gather everyone to hear Oliver call her Lord Hook.
"Hehe, worthy of being the Lord I admire! I was just about to look for you."
Hook grinned widely while rummaging for something in her arms.
She searched her pockets for a long time, finally finding a drawing paper inside her hat, which she generously handed to Oliver.
"What is this?"
Oliver took the drawing paper and opened it to look.
He could barely make out that it was a person.
It was a long-haired person holding a large syringe—the rest was indiscernible, too abstract.
"This is Sister Natasha that I drew. I'm giving her to you, but you have to promise me one thing."
Hook's serious expression truly piqued Oliver's curiosity.
"What is it?"
"I want you to be Sister Natasha's husband."
"?"
Oliver was stunned.
How could this little one suddenly come up with such a bizarre request?
"Why? I need to know the reason, otherwise I refuse."
Oliver handed the drawing back.
This scared Hook badly. She quickly shoved the drawing back into Oliver's arms, "Because the old witch is too fierce! She always makes me face the wall as punishment. Uncle Sampo told me that once the old witch finds a husband and he keeps her in check, she won't be so fierce anymore."
"I think you are the most handsome and the most powerful, so you can control the old witch. That way, she won't punish me anymore."
Hearing Hook's innocent idea, Oliver genuinely did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Sampo, that scoundrel, only knows how to corrupt children.
"Please, please, please~ Help Hook out~"
Hook, uncharacteristically, acted spoiled and cute, even offering a high position and salary: "As long as you become the old witch's husband, I will specially approve you to become an honorary member of the Moles!"
Oliver took off Hook's hat, patted her head, and laughed: "Alright, I promise you. I'll be her husband in a few days."
He was just joking, trying to humor the child.
To Hook, however, it was a promise, and her wonderful days were finally about to begin!
"To thank you, I'll give you Sister Seele too."
Hook pulled out another photo from her back pocket.
It was a photo of a purple-haired girl and Hook together, with the upper area as the background.
"This is a photo Sister Seele and I took up there two days ago. It's yours."
Hook grabbed Oliver's hand and tucked the photo into his palm, "I need to tell the members of the Moles about this good news, so I'm leaving now!"
After speaking, Hook skipped away.
"So young, yet already acting like a matchmaker."
Oliver watched Hook's retreating figure and muttered.
He stood up and glanced at the photo in his hand.
He had to admit, Seele was quite photogenic; she looked very beautiful, with looks comparable to Bronya's.
"A photo—that should also be able to Shed Armor, right—"
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