Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 250 Bagu City
After Ita finished speaking, he looked at Caesar with curiosity.

"Is there something Caesar wants to know about?"

"It's nothing. If you come across any information in this area later, remember to let me know," Caesar said.

He had a hunch that something more was involved than that; it wasn't just about selling hallucinogens, but about a deeper, darker, and more unsettling secret.

After traveling overnight, the train arrived in Baghwut the following morning.

As soon as I got off the train, I saw that the entire station was occupied by a dark mass of the Frederick family. Rows of solemn servants dressed in black coats were neatly arranged around the station, and it seemed that the entire station had been cleared out.

“Hey, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?” Caesar said to Ita.

Originally, I brought Ita along just to make things easier here and to have an outside help, but now that we've made such a big scene, what if the other side hears the news and runs away?
"There's nothing we can do; that's just how the family's hospitality is," Ita said, shrugging.

A middle-aged woman dressed in a sharp suit with long, wavy brown hair stepped forward respectfully and approached Ita.

“Master, you must be tired from your journey. I am Joanna Sykes, the family’s regional steward in Bagu City.”

"Thank you for your help. Have everything I requested been arranged?" Ita asked.

“Yes, please check into the hotel first,” Joanna said.

After leaving the station, we boarded the car and headed towards the city center.

While not as developed as the royal capital or Drendin, Bagu City is still a well-known place in the country. During the Eli Alliance period, many races lived together here, resulting in a rich cultural heritage. It is also a city that is relatively tolerant of different races. Demi-humans, who are rarely seen in the royal capital, can be seen everywhere on the streets here.

Caesar and Itha traveled together to a hotel in the city center and checked into the King's Suite on the top floor.
“The interior has been arranged according to your preferences, and the fragrance is also the style you requested. If you need anything else, please feel free to contact me,” Joanna said.

"Okay, you can go now," Ita said casually.

Caesar winked at her.

Ita then asked, "What about the guides arranged by District Eight? When will they arrive?"

"Please wait a moment, I'll go ask right away," Joanna said as she left.

She returned shortly afterward, followed by a small, thin orc man.

The rat ears and narrow eyes on his head reveal him to be a rat-man, and a thin tail follows behind him.

"This is Pida, and he's willing to take on this task."

Pida looked timid and hesitant, his head bowed, not daring to lift it. Caesar guessed that the relatively decent clothes he was wearing were something Joanna had temporarily changed him into for this trip.

It wasn't until Joanna gently nudged him that Pida looked up and grinned at Ita.

"Greetings, Master. I am Pida. You can rest assured that this matter is entrusted to me."

Ita frowned and looked at Joanna, clearly having doubts about her abilities.

“I assure you, Master, Pida grew up in the Eighth District. He is very familiar with the rules and power dynamics there. Moreover, he acts as a messenger for the various factions. As long as you follow him, there will be no problems,” Joanna assured her.

“He shouldn’t be a family member, right?” Ita asked.

“No, but he has a guaranteed integrity in this regard and would never betray any employer,” Joanna said.

"In addition, our forces within District 8 will also follow us secretly, providing support at any time."

"Hehe, sir, you can rest assured. I swear on my thumb, I can guarantee you'll come out the same way you went in," Pida said with a chuckle.
Ita turned his questioning gaze to Caesar.

“Are you familiar with the area around Huangjiu Street?” Caesar asked.

“That’s our bedroom. We gather there to discuss things,” Pida said.

"bedroom?"

“Oh, this is… this is what we say there. It means a friendly gathering where fighting and arguing are forbidden. Everyone who goes in must treat each other like brothers, and any grudges must be settled outside,” Pida explained. Caesar thought for a moment and said:

"Let's choose him. It's getting late, let's get him in as soon as possible."

"Alright! Thank you for your kind words, sir!" Pida exclaimed excitedly, but then quickly shrank back when he felt Joanna's gaze.

“We’ll be waiting for you downstairs,” Joanna said, and left with Pida.

Ita looked at Caesar with a worried expression again.

"Alright, you know my strength, what's there to be afraid of in such a small matter?" Caesar said.

"If there is anything I need from you, I will contact you through His Majesty's divine kingdom."

"Alright, be careful on your journey. I'll stay outside District 8. Let me know if you find anything unsafe," Ita said helplessly.

After leaving the hotel, Caesar got directly into Pida's car, while Itha followed Joanna and her party.

He saw a dilapidated old-fashioned truck parked on the side of the road. Pida was standing to the side, and as soon as he saw him coming, he immediately showed a fawning smile and opened the car door for him.

"Please, sir,"

"Just call me Caesar,"

Caesar got into the passenger seat, and Pida followed him in.

"Yes, sir. By the way, is there anything you need to do in the Eighth District? Tell me so I'll know what's going on."

“We need to find someone,” Caesar said. “Do you know Wendy Carol?”

Pida thought for a moment, then immediately shook his head: "I'm sorry, I've never heard of it."

“You should know the Martini from the Bull Horn Tavern, right?” Caesar asked.

“Ah, him,” Pida did recognize him. “He’s the locksmith of the Horn Tavern, a man of considerable influence, even the leader of the Knife Gang has to show him some respect.”

"The lock?"

“He’s the most influential person in the tavern besides the owner, Hans. He’s incredibly powerful; he’s a mage, and he fought in wars when he was young, as part of the kingdom’s mage brigade,” Pida said.

"He's usually in the tavern, isn't he?" Caesar asked.

“Of course, uh, but if you want to see him, it might be a bit troublesome. Unless it's an old acquaintance, he usually doesn't see people. I'll have to make some arrangements for you, but I can't guarantee you'll be able to see him today,” Pida said.

“I have someone who can introduce me; just tell him my name and he will see me,” Caesar said.

“That’s good for Gao Fu,” Pida said.

"Gao Fu?"

“Ah, it means that’s great,” Pida quickly replied.

Caesar was unfamiliar with the language and culture of the local thugs and gangsters, so he had no choice but to follow Pida.

Pida started the car, the old engine making a wheezing sound like it was starting up, spewing out thick, unpleasant exhaust fumes, and the car started driving on the road with a lot of noise.

Along the way, Pida kept telling him about the rules of District 8, such as where he couldn't go, what kind of people he couldn't mess with, and that he shouldn't approach anything strange he saw on the road.
The entire Eighth District feels like a mystery of rules, with even more regulations than the strictest schools.

The Eighth District is located north of Baghwu City. It is like an independent satellite city. The journey is quick, taking only about half an hour. Caesar saw the continuous urban buildings.

Outside the complex, he saw a wall nearly ten meters high.

(End of this chapter)