Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui grabbed the saintess's delicate, fair wrist.

He focused all his energy on it.

He carefully examined the lingering magical aura in her palm.

To the outside world, Lin Gui has always claimed that he specializes in wind and earth magic.

But in fact, his mastery of dark magic is far greater than the former two.

His signature spell, "Night Veil," is based on dark magic.

The magical feedback from my fingertips was clear and unmistakable.

That was indeed pure and peaceful dark magic; it couldn't be faked.

Lin Gui raised his head, his sharp gaze fixed on the saintess's purple eyes.

He asked a question that sounded almost absurd:

"You...know light magic?"

She is a saintess of the Church of Light, whose foundation is based on the magic of light.

Mastering light magic is almost a given, something everyone knows.

Lin Gui's question at this moment seemed superfluous.

But you can't blame him for that.

It was because of the dark healing technique that the other party had just demonstrated.

It's too bizarre; it completely overturns common sense.

Don't forget, this happened not long ago.

Lin Gui also took advantage of the common belief that "dark and light magic cannot coexist in one person."

He was trying to overturn the conclusion that he was the "Saint's Ghost".

Miss Saint smiled faintly.

He did not show any dissatisfaction with Lin Gui's somewhat impolite grasping behavior.

She gently pulled her hand away from Lin Gui's and then opened her left hand.

It was accompanied by a short and clear chant.

A moment later, a soft, warm sphere of light quietly appeared in her palm.

It was the basic Light Magic, [Glimmer].

It was also when Lin Gui was in the capital.

A spell used to disguise oneself as a "saint".

Lin Gui slowly released his grip, staring intently at the other person, his brows slightly furrowed.

He possesses two mutually exclusive magical sources within his body.

As rank increases.

The risk of going berserk with magic and subsequently dying increases exponentially.

According to publicly published research papers from the Magicians' Association, this indicates...

In theory, the limit to safely maintaining this state is no more than a higher-order lower state.

The reason why Lin Gui is able to be so lively and energetic, and simultaneously master multiple types of magic, is because...

It relies entirely on the system's assistance.

He was constantly harmonizing and sorting out the chaotic magical essence within his body.

And this saintess before us was able to do all this without any harm.

Furthermore, its rank clearly exceeds the theoretical safety limit.

Therefore, the only explanation is...

She is a top-tier magical genius.

Lin Gui looked at Eve, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Don't reveal Shia's identity."

Eve smiled and nodded in agreement.

She then asked, "Now, can I consider myself your companion?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the staff of the unconscious mage lying on the ground.

With a slight thought, Lin Gui made the staff fly up smoothly and land in Eve's hand.

Instead of answering her question directly, he asked her a question in return.

Do you know the [Mana Restoration] spell?

Mana Restoration, the signature spell of a high priest.

Eve nodded again, without saying anything more.

Holding her staff, she began chanting a more complex and lengthy incantation.

As she chanted, a clear blue light flowed from the tip of her staff, gently enveloping Lin Gui.

Lin Gui immediately felt that his body had been depleted to less than 400 units of magic power.

It is currently recovering rapidly at a rate of approximately 10 points per second.

His eyes lit up slightly.

The essence of the [Magic Restoration Spell].

It is the spellcaster temporarily transferring their refined magic power to another magician.

If there were a transcendent mage assisting him, channeling magic into him.

Then Lin Gui's weakness of severely insufficient endurance as a high-level mage will be greatly compensated.

His confidence in dealing with the upcoming battles increased even further.

Feeling the magic power within his body returning, Lin Gui said to Eve.

"If... you survive this assassination attempt, can you tell me what you foresee in the future?"

Eve looked at him with a strange smile:

"If I told you about the 'future' I saw."

"The 'bright future' you once had may no longer exist."

Even so, do you still want to know?

Lin Gui remained expressionless and responded calmly:

"The moment you reached out to me, I felt that my 'future' had already begun to change."

Upon hearing this, Eve chuckled, a smile that held a hint of understanding and appreciation.

"It seems that Mr. Lin Gui's understanding of divination is even more profound than I imagined."

She tilted her head slightly, looked at the still bright sunshine in the sky, and said softly.

"If this is what you expect... then..."

"As long as I can see the sunrise of the next day, I will tell you everything you want to know..."

Her voice was soft yet carried a certain weight of destiny.

"...The future 'Blood Feather Demon Raven'."

Meanwhile, in Carter's capital, on the seventh floor of the refugee district, inside that unassuming antique shop.

Under the dim yellow light.

The old shopkeeper was bending over in front of a long table covered with black velvet.

He held a specially made bone glue and small tweezers in his hand.

The movements were so gentle, as if they were handling the most precious and fragile thing in the world.

Those shattered bone fragments that belonged to the hero Reinhardt.

Piece by piece, they were carefully pieced back into their original positions.

His gaze was focused and serious.

Those hands, calloused and stained with countless drops of blood, remained steady without trembling.

With each piece of bone put together, the deep sorrow buried in his eyes intensified.

Cloudy tears uncontrollably overflowed from my eyes.

It meanders down along the deep wrinkles etched on his face.

It dripped onto the black velvet, spreading out in dark patterns.

When the last finger bone was placed back in its place and the outline of the hero was revealed, he suddenly took two steps back.

With a "thump," his knees fell heavily to the cold ground.

He bowed deeply toward the pieced-together skeleton, his hunched body pressed tightly against the ground.

"grown ups……"

"Your subordinate... is the seventh leader of the 'Bloodflame' Assassin's Hall in the Kingdom of Carter."

"Carlyle... welcome home, Lord Reinhardt the Hero!"

He maintained the bowing posture, his shoulders shrugging slightly.

At this moment.

He was not that legendary, powerful assassin who hid in the streets.

He was just a grief-stricken old soldier who had finally found the remains of the lord he had served.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head.

He hastily wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve, his eyes regaining their firmness and sharpness.

"My lord, I will take you... home now. Your Majesty... has been waiting for you... for nearly ten thousand years."

He stood up, ready to use the black silk that had been prepared beforehand.

They carefully wrapped up the reassembled skeleton.

However, at this very moment...

In the corner of the shop, a figure shrouded in a black robe appeared without warning.

It was the mysterious man who had contact with Caesar.

Simon was also the one who led Lin Gui to the shopkeeper.

Even more so...

Simon tore off his face with his hands, and a mask was removed.

A legendary magical item that can conceal one's aura and alter one's appearance... the Thousand Illusions Mask.

Compared to his original appearance, he now looks like a middle-aged, seasoned adventurer.

Simon's true identity is that of a young man with a cold expression in his eyes.

If Elvia were here, she would definitely recognize him.

He was Elvia's second brother.

Warren Carter.

The Kingdom of Carter, Prince 2.

The second prince was known for his murders in the upper echelons of the capital.

This prince is the least popular among the contenders for the throne.

But it is the most feared and dreaded.

It was he who made Elvia the "Seventh" Princess.

And yet, this is the same cold-faced prince, of noble birth, who kills without hesitation in the upper echelons of the capital.

Facing Carlyle, he immediately knelt on one knee and bowed his head respectfully.

Report in a subordinate's tone:

"My lord, the saintess's hair has been handed over to Caesar as planned."

Carlyle did not pause for a moment while wrapping the skeleton.

He didn't even lift his head; he just let out a muffled nasal sound from his throat.

"Um."

"......"

After a long silence, Warren couldn't help but ask a question.

"My lord, I don't understand why you would go there in person when the difference in strength is so great."

"Warren, remember, even lions use their full strength to hunt rabbits, let alone..."

Carlyle sneered, a hint of excitement playing on his lips.

"That kid isn't a rabbit, he's the lion hunting its prey."