Chapter 1038: The Trekking Flamingo Runaway City's Ongoing Crisis (2)

Chapter 1038: The Trekking Flamingo Runaway City's Ongoing Crisis (2)



"How is it? Is it enough value to purchase this bar's best delicacies?" Orion asked.

The bartender's lips curved with mirth. "Alright. Our best delicacies are barlit fried beef, fresh-minted pukilis leaves, fermented relogry fruit wine, freshly skimmed breastmilk, and almond lire fruit wine. Would you like all of them, or do you prefer one?" She eyed the mysterious cloaked figure, fascinated. In all her years as a bar owner, she had never encountered a fruit like the one he had presented.

Having dealt with numerous cloaked figures who concealed more than they revealed, she had become adept at handling such situations and extracting the information she desired.

Although she suspected he might be from the Upper Ward or even higher, she couldn't dismiss the possibility that this mysterious individual was connected to the recent disappearances within the residential areas.

If he was from the Upper Ward or higher, it could mean establishing a lucrative connection to obtain more of these fruits at a profitable cost. However, if her suspicions about his involvement in the disappearances were correct, it would be... troublesome.

"I'll take the Barlit Fried Beef," Orion responded.

Given the limited amount of edible resources, he wasn't surprised that breastmilk was considered a delicacy here. He had already learned that each race or society had varying degrees of conservatism and were tolerant of each other. Otherwise, the Four-eared Elves and Pixies wouldn't have survived living alongside his people and the Prismerions.

She sighed internally, realizing that the mysterious man wasn't related to the sudden disappearances. This meant she could quickly form a connection to obtain more of these extraordinary fruits.

Orion brought out two fruits and placed them on the table. "Tell me everything you know, and don't hold back."

The bartender's eyes widened at the sight of the fruits. She snatched them from the table, her smile broadening. She noticed various gazes directed towards them, but a sharp glare from her made the onlookers quickly avert their eyes.

"Always so nosy," the bartender snorted, her gaze refocusing on the bar.

"Alright, listen closely," she began, leaning in slightly. "There's been a lot of tension lately. People have been disappearing, and it's got everyone on edge. It all began three days after the Supreme Leader of Paradise's announcement and the defeat of the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City. Disappearances started occurring in the Lower Ward."

"At first, we thought the news had driven some to take their own lives, trying to escape whatever fate awaited them after the defeat. I suspected something was wrong but couldn't pin it down. However, as hours passed, more people began vanishing, moving from the Lower to the Middle Ward. And every one of them was a Dragmin."

"Rumors are flying that the nobles are trying to resist Paradise, plotting to challenge them and ensure the Runaway city's freedom. Others believe that Paradise views the Dragmins as a threat since they were the only ones able to stand up to them before our defeat."

"I doubt the latter," the bartender said, shaking her head. "From what we've seen of Paradise's power four days ago, those individuals are far from mere mortals. They could have easily resorted to direct execution and genocide, cutting the threat off at the root. So it's unlikely they'd go to such lengths unless there's more to it. Still, I could be wrong since we know little about these mysterious force or their intentions."