Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Clutching his backpack tightly, Lin Gui was the first to squeeze into the narrow passage that the crowd had been forced to make way for.

He approached the steward and got straight to the point.

"I want to post a commission."

The steward nervously swallowed, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards Shia beside Lin Gui.

"Well, sir adventurer, if you need some errand runners, just give the word, and a bunch of peasants will be scrambling to come."

"Yeah?"

Lin Gui blinked and looked around.

Those civilians cowering, their faces filled with fear.

He dragged a dusty stool out of the corner.

Without any regard for his image, he stepped on it, put his hands on his hips, and shouted:

"Missing Person Request!! Missing Person Request!! Find one person, reward 1 silver coin! Bring the person here, add another silver coin!"

The sonic magic propelled his voice to every corner of the hall, where it resonated and hummed.

People looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward first.

Because the ominous half-demon was beside him.

"Looking for someone? Lin Gui, who are you looking for? I may not have any friends, but I know a few people, maybe the one you're looking for is among them."

Shea turned to the side and asked in a low voice.

Lin Gui did not answer.

He walked straight to the dispatch hall, to the mottled wooden wall, and pulled out a thick stack of envelopes and tape.

"Smack!!!"

Pressing the first letter against the wall, Lin Gui shouted in a loud voice:

"Price Bard! Male! 47 years old! Short brown curly hair, three crisscrossing scars on his left hand! He was bitten by a dog from the neighboring village when he was a child, and he still has dog teeth marks on his face! This letter—is from your long-lost father, Price Locke! Come and sign for it!"

He kept moving, sending letter after letter! The sound grew louder and louder! Like striking a drum that had been silent for too long!

"Ella Thorns! Female! 29 years old! Has a beauty mark under her right eye and a broken section of her left eyebrow! She fell from a tree as a child and has a coin-sized scar on her right calf! This letter—is from your long-lost mother, Ms. Carol! Please come and sign for it!"

"Anvil and Hammer! Male! 38 years old! Beard braided into three thick plaits, nose big and red! Drunk, he arm-wrestled with the dwarf leader, and his right thumb is still crooked! This letter—is from your long-lost brother, Copperbeard, deep in the mine! Come and sign for it!"

He took a breath and continued shouting forcefully.

The crisp sound of banging on the wall was incessant, like a metronome, shattering the oppressive silence of the dispatch center.

Faith? What an unfamiliar word.

Since a staggering number of demons took over the wilderness, the connections between city-states have been almost nonexistent.

The post office has long since disappeared from history, but now an adventurer has come to deliver a letter.

Lin Gui's roar still echoed.

Many years later, when people recall this scene, they are still deeply moved.

A simply dressed monk stands in a dilapidated slum.

They called out those forgotten names, one by one.

The longing from afar is nailed to the wall where hope still exists.

Shea slightly opened her mouth.

She always thought that Lin Gui was looking for his relatives, or at least someone he knew.

She had no idea.

He went through countless hardships, crossing forests and canyons, risking his life to reach this city, just to deliver a message?

Delivering a letter to a group of strangers?

And it wasn't just one or two letters...

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Lin Gui covered the entire wall with stickers.

Hundreds of letters were piled up one on top of another.

It was like warm armor covering cold wooden boards, bringing an almost sacred sense of awe.

After posting the last letter, Lin Gui read it aloud in a hoarse voice.

"Bruce...male...25 years old...muscular but afraid of dogs...last time he boasted he could drink a whole band of orcs under the table, but he got knocked out by a glass of cider and ended up hanging on the tavern sign all night...This letter is from your former boss, Littlefinger...come and sign for it."

He slumped to the ground, feeling as if his throat was on fire.

A total of 679 letters.

Now he's really regretting taking this order.

From the crowd, a woman in tattered clothes pushed her way out.

Her hands trembled, her calloused fingers clenched tightly together, and she stared blankly at Lin Gui, her voice trembling.

"I...I am Arkas's mother, Romeo...The hotel manager forbids us from having long hair, saying that if hair falls into the food, we'll be fined..."

She subconsciously touched her uneven short hair and choked up.

"I don't have long hair anymore... but I definitely had long hair the year I was separated from my son... my child... is he still alive?"

Lin Gui leaned against the wall and stood up shakily.

Referring to the list I had made, I took down a letter from row 97, column 84.

He walked up to the woman, looked into her incredulous yet glimmering eyes, and asked.

"Your husband's name? Your previous home?"

"Sawyer Bazel... Wood Creek Village."

The information matched, and Lin Gui handed over the letter.

Luo Mei took the envelope with trembling hands and hurriedly tore it open.

In a moment of carelessness, the letter scattered all over the floor.

She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and when her eyes fell on that familiar name on the homepage...

Tears instantly rolled down her weathered cheeks.

"Arkas... my child... sob..."

She clutched the letter tightly to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lin Gui slightly raised the corners of his mouth, his gaze sweeping over the still stunned crowd around him, before suddenly raising his arm.

His voice was hoarse from fatigue, yet unusually bright.

"One letter, one silver coin! Bring the recipient to me, and I'll add another!"

"What are you waiting for? This might be your only chance in your life to earn two silver coins so easily!"

"Take action—perhaps someone you know is waiting for this letter!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, instantly waking the stunned crowd.

"I think I heard the name Legos! He did say before that he fled from New Testament City!"

"Oh my god! It's Aegwynn! The Aegwynn who got caught pooping in the woods by his crush? He actually wrote me a letter? Is he here to collect a debt?"

"Grandma Moore! Your husband sent a letter!!"

In an instant, the crowd surged.

Some people rushed out of the door and ran towards the residence of acquaintances.

Some people crowded in front of the wall, carefully examining the features in hopes of making this money.

Others rushed over upon hearing the commotion to witness this unprecedented spectacle.

Amidst the commotion, Shia remained staring blankly at Lin Gui.

He was the one who rarely smiled and always had a furrowed brow throughout the journey.

At that moment, his eyes seemed to shine.

That helpless yet bright smile was like a ray of sunlight suddenly shining into a swamp.

So dazzling that it's impossible to look away.

"Hey! What are you standing there for? Come and help!"

Lin Gui was struggling to maintain order when he turned and shouted at Xia.

"ah?"

She pointed to herself.

Before I could react, he pulled me into the surging, warm crowd.