Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui held up that simple paper megaphone.

He called out the names of the people the butler had compiled and labeled as "rebels," one by one.

The sound seemed a little thin in the noisy casino.

But the content is like a series of cold chisels, striking at the hearts of some people.

At first, there was laughter and cursing.

But as the number of names increased and the issues involved became more specific, even falling on their own shoulders.

The entire casino gradually quieted down.

All that remained was the faint sound of the dice occasionally rolling and heavy breathing.

A deathly silence, a mixture of surprise, anger, and unease, enveloped the entire space.

Lin Gui looked around at the various expressions on the faces, and was about to shout again.

Just then, he felt a light tap on his back.

He turned his head, but what came into view was not the saint Eve.

Instead, she was a dancer dressed in extremely revealing clothing.

She had blonde curly hair and heavy makeup that almost completely obscured her original appearance.

She was only wearing a thin veil and sequins that barely covered her vital parts.

Large swaths of snow-white skin were exposed to the polluted air.

At this moment, the expression on her face was extremely complex.

Mixed with hesitation, shame, and a faint, almost extinguished hope.

She moved her lips a few times before making a soft sound.

"I...I'm Anita...I used to...sell flowers in the south of the city...they all called me 'Sparrow'..."

Lin Gui looked her up and down, observing her overly "vulgar" attire, his eyes calm and unwavering.

However, it was this calm observation that revealed its true nature.

But this made Anita, who had long been accustomed to all kinds of stares and had abandoned all self-respect in order to survive, feel even more envious.

I felt inexplicably embarrassed and burning.

She instinctively used her arms to cover her exposed waist, abdomen, and chest.

She lowered her head slightly, her face filled with shame.

Lin Gui didn't say much, but simply followed the procedure and asked her a few questions about identity verification.

For example, features of one's hometown, the names of family members, etc.

Anita answered each question in a low voice, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

After confirming that everything was correct, Lin Gui took it from the tattered messenger bag.

He precisely picked out a letter with slightly worn edges and handed it over.

Then he took out a letter and a charcoal pencil, handed them to Anita, and urged her in a flat tone.

"Please reply quickly, I need to deliver a letter to the mine later, I'm in a hurry."

Anita took the letter and pen blankly, her mind not quite processing it, and asked instinctively.

"How...how much?"

Lin Gui gave her a strange look: "7 copper coins."

"7...7 copper coins?"

Anita suddenly looked up, as if she had remembered something.

He stared at Lin Gui in disbelief, his voice trembling.

"You...you...you're the mage who came from Kalan to deliver the message? You're the Black Feather Raven."

Lin Gui looked at her speechlessly.

"Since you know me and know there was a letter from Kalan, why don't you go to the post office to claim it?"

Anita covered her face awkwardly with her hands, her voice muffled as it escaped through her fingers.

"I... many of us thought it was a lie made up by the city defense forces to arrest us..."

"Besides, we don't go to the seventh floor very often..."

Her voice lowered, tinged with bitterness.

For these rebels who mainly operate in civilian areas and underground,

The refugee quarter on the seventh floor was so desperate and chaotic that people there were struggling just to survive.

They couldn't provide any help or resources they needed at all.

The rebels' strength mainly came from civilians who were somewhat well-off but still harbored resentment, as well as unruly adventurers.

Anita takes the initiative to acknowledge the relationship and obtain the letter.

This shattered the peace and suspicion maintained by the rebels.

One of the nearby rebels couldn't help but step forward, staring at Lin Gui with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You...you really came to deliver a letter?"

Lin Gui looked back at him with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"Otherwise what? Otherwise, why would I be here?"

"Gambling? Drinking? Watching striptease? Indulging in depravity? Or plotting a rebellion like you?"

He paused, then added something even more damaging.

"I'd rather go to the upper district and carry out some terrorist attacks, blow up a few nobles for fun, that would be more practical."

These words left the rebel soldier speechless, his face turning red with embarrassment.

Many people around unconsciously glanced at Elvia, who was standing to the side with an equally interesting expression.

At the pinnacle of a certain nobility, a royal princess.

Elvia's lips twitched violently. She took a deep breath and raised her voice to the audience.

"Why are you all staring at me? Don't worry, he's on my side."

"He's got a screw loose, but he really is here to deliver a message! Those whose names were just called, hurry up and get it! Don't waste time!"

She clearly still held a certain degree of prestige among the rebels.

At least, many people are aware of this.

This seventh princess is, in a way, one of their "half-ones".

With Elvia's endorsement.

With Anita as a living example, the atmosphere of hesitation began to ease.

Soon, gamblers, drunkards, and rebel members with shifty eyes stepped forward hesitantly.

He took the letter that belonged to him from Lin Gui.

Their initial suspicion and wariness.

With trembling hands, I opened the envelope and saw the familiar handwriting.

When reading the letter about trivial matters or concerns that only they and their families know, they feel a sense of relief.

It collapsed instantly.

"It's...it's my mother's handwriting! She...she's still alive! She said she moved to Karan!"

"My sister wrote it! She said she got married to a carpenter who treats her very well..."

"Father...Father's leg injury has healed...He told me...tell me not to worry..."

"..."

A low, choked murmur rang out from the crowd.

Doubt was replaced by excitement, and the light of humanity reappeared on his numb face.

Some people's eyes reddened, while others clutched the letter tightly, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

Then, their gazes toward the black-haired mage on the stage became incredibly complex.

It was filled with gratitude, confusion, and a hint of barely perceptible awe.

A rebel who was clearly mingling in the seventh level and had better access to information.

Unable to resist, he shouted out the question that was on everyone's mind to Lin Gui.

"Why?! What are you trying to achieve by doing this?!"

What's the point?

Naturally, it's for the magic rewards and magic proficiency gained upon completing system tasks.

Lin Gui, of course, couldn't bring himself to say that.

He looked at the faces below the stage, a mixture of tears, excitement, and confusion.

He simply shrugged casually and said in a nonchalant tone:

"What's the point? Just to make myself feel better."

"Alright! Hurry up! I still need to deliver a message to the mine."

"I'm going to Shield City in three days. If you have any letters you'd like to send there, feel free to give them to me; they're 7 copper coins each!"

"I will return to Karan in about two or three months and deliver your replies to your respective families."

Upon hearing Lin Gui's words, those who had just received the letter hurriedly spoke to those around them.

"A pen! Can any brother lend me a pen?"

"I have extra paper here. Come and get some if you need it!"

"Thank God, my eldest son is still alive!"

An unprecedented vitality has been injected back into this casino, which was mixed with an atmosphere of decadence.