Chapter 1039: The Trekking Flamingo Runaway City's Ongoing Crisis (3)

Chapter 1039: The Trekking Flamingo Runaway City's Ongoing Crisis (3)



"If you have a friend, family member, or relative who's a Dragmin, it's best to warn them to stay hidden for now. If it's already too late and someone close to you has been taken, I'm afraid I don't know where they've been sent. If you have connections in the noble residential area, now would be the time to use them."

Orion remained silent momentarily, his expression grave before finally asking, "And what about the leaders? What are they doing about this issue?"

"I've gathered that the authorities are tight-lipped about the situation. The guards Paradise has stationed to monitor their every move, along with the oversight of the Royal Cave, have left their hands effectively tied."

"They either want to see if they can find a solution or are afraid of giving Paradise the impression that they're plotting a rebellion, risking a complete extermination of the remaining powers—some of which are directly linked to noble families by blood. Regardless of their reasons, it's a shame to see a Grade One Runaway City, on the brink of becoming a Grade Two, reduced to such a state," the bartender replied, exhaling tiredly. She glanced at the untouched plate on the table and frowned.

"Aren't you going to eat?" She had put effort into preparing this meal to build a connection with him and wasn't keen on seeing good food go to waste.

Orion hesitated. Although he was eager to taste meat for the first time in this world, he wasn't naive enough to ignore the possibility of being poisoned or drugged. He trusted his formidable body but knew better than to take unnecessary risks.

Noticing his hesitation, the bartender snorted in disbelief. "I can't believe this. You're the one dressed mysteriously, and yet you're suspicious of my food? Even the idiot who broke some tables yesterday ate with no qualms before stumbling out," she said, then suddenly shouted, "Hey everyone, Mr. Mysterious here thinks I might have spiked his meal with something!"

The bar fell silent once again, just like when Orion first entered. But this time, the quiet was quickly shattered by a chorus of hearty laughter.

"НААНААНАНА!!"

"Hehehe, I remember accidentally breaking the signboard and thinking the waiters were serving me sewer water!!"

Orion remained silent, his gaze briefly settled on his bare wrists.

The bartender sighed in disappointment, shaking her head. "Since you're set on your course, I'll share what I know about yesterday's disappearance. The next one will be even more severe, affecting the Upper, Middle, and Lower Wards tonight. This confirms my suspicions that the nobles are deeply involved. I have one specific location: the lower left section of the Middle Ward. You'll have to wait and see for the rest, as it's impossible to be everywhere at once."

"Is that all?" Orion asked.

"Yes, that's all," she replied.

"How do you procure such information?" Orion asked curiously.

"I'm afraid I can't disclose that Mr. As the leading information broker in the Trekking Flamingo Runaway City, I'd be out of business if I revealed my sources so easily," the bartender replied, her tone firm.

"How about I supply you with two baskets of this fruit monthly?" Orion suggested. Since he couldn't reveal the existence of his miniature mountain, he couldn't make an upfront

payment.

The bartender pondered for a moment before shaking her head. "I'm afraid that won't work, Mr. We'll need to find another arrangement. However, I can offer you a share of the fruits' revenue, all the crucial information I can gather monthly, and some personal details as needed."

Orion shook his head "Fifty baskets of this fruit."

"You're making this difficult, Mr. If you have such a substantial amount of these fruits, you must be a noble, right? Shouldn't you be able to procure such information yourself?"