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Moreover, she is a wealthy young lady. Even if she wanted to travel alone, her parents would not allow her to come here for safety reasons.

“The recent volcanic observation data has been somewhat abnormal, but the natural disaster messenger that my father hired dismissed it, so I investigated it on my own. This kind of thing is no joke…” Ceylon listed the various reasons that drove her to take such action, “Rising temperatures in the surrounding area, increased volcanic gas emissions, eyewitness reports of Originium worm migration…”

"There have even been sudden ground collapses..."

The fire circled the crater in the ground, adding to what could be seen as a harbinger of disaster.

“Something seems a bit unnatural. Putting aside the temperature and smell, I used magic to explore the surrounding geological structure before I went up the mountain. It’s a very ancient piece of land, so it shouldn’t be possible for such a collapse to occur.”

The pit was bottomless—if it weren't so narrow, Ceylon probably wouldn't have been found after falling in.

Provence suggested, "Regardless of whether a major disaster occurs, these events are enough to serve as a warning. Let's stop exploring further for now. We don't know what unexpected situations might arise ahead. Should we go back and ask Eyjafjalla and the others?"

With insufficient manpower and inadequate equipment, their continued advance, which was originally just a preparation for data collection, would only bring more risks.

"And what about you? Are you planning to take this information back to City Hall?"

The cleaner looked at the impetuous young lady and asked her what her plans were next.

"No... I can't go back now. Those people are definitely still looking for me. They'll ignore me even if I bring them data that hasn't been verified yet."

Ceylon looked at the three of them and said sincerely in a pleading tone:

"You're a team, right? You should be able to provide a more professional verification process, right? Could I go with you? This concerns the safety of everyone in Siesta!"

Although they didn't understand why she, as the young lady, seemed to have no say at all, to the point that she had to personally risk proving these disaster risks, they thought about it for a moment and, seeing her sincere attitude, Provence took the initiative to accept her request.

First, bring this data back to Rhode Island so that specialized equipment and teams can verify its practical significance.

Then decide how to communicate with the local government.

The entire process must be handled with care—causing the Obsidian Festival to be canceled due to faulty intelligence would cause enormous losses to the local area, and Rhodes Island, as a participating party, would also suffer reputational risks.

If the intelligence is true, then they must do everything in their power to arrange the evacuation of the local residents.

After all, Siesta is not a mobile city now, and long-distance evacuation of multiple people is extremely difficult.

“We need the data recorded by Miss Ceylon. Please provide it to us without reservation. Miss Skyfire, please conduct the final data collection. And Scavenger, please help us identify a fast route back.”

Under Provence's on-site command, the team completed the recording and evacuation work in an orderly manner. After returning to the beach, they took a group of operators and returned to the Rhodes Island main ship.

It is not appropriate to announce this news before it is fully verified, so the impact and the number of people in the know should be kept to a minimum.

"...Strange, I think I've forgotten something."

To speed things up, the group rented a sand buggy near the beach. On the way back, Ceylon touched her wind-blown pink hair and said something that sent a chill down the spines of the others.

"Could it be that he left his notes on the mountain?"

Provence asked somewhat flusteredly, "This is no small matter."

"Ah...it's my hat, I forgot to bring it back."

Perhaps the wind reminded her that her hair had nothing to cover it, and after saying something trivial, she put the matter she should have remembered out of her mind.

[Main Text] Siesta's Hottest Holiday: Chapter Twenty-Five - Better to Catch the Wrong Person Than Let Them Go

The agile figure moved nimbly through the forest near the volcano.

Then she suddenly stopped, landing steadily on a branch without even shaking the leaves, and then focused her sharp gaze, now reduced to a slit, on the vegetation that had clearly been recently damaged by humans.

Someone recently passed by here.

There were some messy footprints on the ground, indicating a total of four people.

But there were only three footprints on the way up the mountain, and they only took one more when they came down.

She had a bad feeling.

She was the one who had led her men to the rescue after hearing the cries for help through the communicator.

However, because the exact location could not be determined, a dispersed search and rescue approach was adopted.

Clearly, given her excellent mobility in the complex environment of the forest, she was the first to spot the suspicious clues.

The most conspicuous item was a pair of ripped stockings, discarded on the man-made road.

Hei picked her up—and then did something that an ordinary person might see and immediately label her with an unclear label.

She held the stockings to her nose and sniffed them intensely.

"It's not the young lady's scent... Although the sweat smell is quite obvious, the body odor is still distinct... Judging from the solidified traces of sweat, it was probably dragged away about fifty minutes ago."

Hei then stretched the cloth a few times, rubbed it in his palm, and continued:

"It's a Victoria's Secret brand item. Judging from the stretch marks, the person is slim and around 160 cm tall..."

She threw away her socks, then went to the severed branch and carefully examined the cut surface:

"The machete produced by Thor... model 'Survivor', is for professionals."

Black, facing the cut surface and holding nothing in his hand, pretended to make several slashing motions:

"Hmm...right-handed..."

Black frowned, then picked up some purple and white fur hanging on the branch.

She held it in her hand, smelled it, and then chewed it.

"A Lupo, with soft, smooth tail hair, female, experiencing some hair loss, using high-quality lavender shower gel from Ursus... and judging from where she was hung..."

Continuing forward, she looked at the distribution of these hairs that were everywhere, but the more she looked, the more serious her expression became.

"...Over three meters tall? What kind of Lupo is this?"

A Felin woman, armed followers of unknown race, and a Lupo Titan...

Based on his own experience and the inferences he made from this information, Hei Yi was instantly filled with doubt.

Even so, she couldn't stop at will. She continued towards the end of the road and finally saw what she most wanted to see, yet also what she least wanted to happen.

She found the young lady's belongings, but did not see the young lady herself.

The dusty hat sat in an inconspicuous spot, surrounded by many footprints.

"How dare they kidnap the young lady right under my nose!!!"

Wearing her hat, she immediately retraced her steps and headed down the mountain.

At the same time, he held a small crossbow in his hand and fired a signal flare into the sky.

That was her signal to others to go down the mountain.

These three people must have taken the young lady away!

In short, we must first use all our resources to rescue the young lady!

Furthermore, the mayor, who was overseeing the construction in the new district, couldn't know about the current situation—someone who had been kind to him entrusted his child to his care, and now, by some carelessness, she had escaped...

What a loss of composure!

She got to the beach as fast as she could—the footprints started from here, went up the mountain, and disappeared here on the way back.

After all, this is a bustling tourist area, and the sandy ground with people coming and going cannot preserve the footprints of those people afterward.

Fortunately, Black had already confirmed many of the opponent's characteristics.

"At least one or two people should have noticed someone taking the young lady hostage and leaving..."

After leaving the mountain where there was no signal, Black contacted the others and instructed them to search for suspicious individuals throughout Siesta City based on the clues he had provided.

She didn't think that even if she confirmed that the young lady wasn't on the mountain, the kidnappers would give her a chance to call for help via communication, so she directly gave up on that option.

“I’m Black. Listen up. Question tourists in this area using the following clues to see if there are any witnesses, and keep an eye out for people with similar characteristics throughout the city.”

Thus, some "clues" that were quite difficult for the henchmen to understand, along with her inaccurate descriptions, reached their ears.

The well-dressed Film is around 160cm tall and may be wearing other items from Victoria's Secret related brands.

A right-handed person who also appears physically strong should be easily distinguishable from an ordinary civilian.

And the Rupert woman, who should be infected, with purple or white hair—her height inferred from her tail could not possibly be the actual height, and the only explanation is that she is infected or wearing fake accessories.

"You don't need to meet all the conditions at the same time. Remember, if you find any suspicious people, keep a close eye on them and tell me immediately if anything happens."

The young lady's disappearance was enough to cause them great concern.

The pressure from the Black Ones made these people feel as if they were being chased by some dangerous, toothed beast.

In order to prevent the young lady from getting into trouble, and also to avoid being held accountable, they all "actively" began searching for people who met their criteria.

"Boss! I saw a Lupo Infected on the beach. He had white hair and a fierce look on his face. He didn't seem like a good person."

The man in the black suit hid in the corner of the pavilion, watching Lappland compete with Exusiai in building sandcastles on the beach, and whispered into his earphones.

"Boss, I saw a suspicious, burly man with a prosthetic right arm and a little girl named Film sitting on his shoulder. He's expressionless, like he's on drugs, and the two of them don't look alike at all. He might be a kidnapper...maybe it's related to what you said, boss!"

Meanwhile, another person was in the bustling street, watching ACE, who was carrying rosemary on his shoulder, report the situation.

"Boss, boss! I saw a Kuranta with a Victoria badge, a white-haired Carter's infected, an Agor, and a muscular guy over here. They seem to fit your criteria!"

The saying "better to arrest the wrong person than let one go" perfectly describes the current situation.

They dared not imagine what they would face if the young lady got into trouble, so even if only a few conditions met their surveillance requirements, they would still follow her closely with full concentration.

"Who are those guys in black suits? They've been following us all this way."

As he spoke, Tomat turned and met the eyes of the man in the black suit who was watching him from the street corner.

Meanwhile, the other side, upon realizing they had been exposed, prepared to immediately implement a second plan—to immediately take control of these people who might be kidnappers.

[Main Text] Siesta's Hottest Holiday: Chapter Twenty-Six - A Nostalgic Feeling

What a beautiful day.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sea breeze was refreshing.

Texas and her friends don't have to stay with that weird penguin before the Obsidian Festival officially begins.

Everyone was given a holiday, allowing them to put aside their usual work schedules and relax together at the beach.

Syracuse is also bordered by a vast waterway, but how long has it been since the last time we stood on the beach like this with Texas, gazing into the distance, after all those upheavals in the past?

Although there were other people here, although Texas was still somewhat indifferent to him, and although he was afraid of water and couldn't go swimming...