Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Facing all eyes, Lin Gui spoke clearly once more:

"Copper Hammer, Stone Heart!"

He paused briefly, recalling the dwarf who had been cursing and swearing in the underground casino.

"Characteristics... He's short for a dwarf, has a red beard, and his left eyebrow is broken."

"He has a very loud voice, especially when he's losing money."

The leading dwarf almost shouted as he interrupted:

"Where is he?!"

"Carter's capital, Black Street!" Lin Gui replied.

"Impossible!" the leading dwarf sternly denied. "He absolutely cannot still be in Carter's capital! That's the core of the Alliance's transit network, his identity..."

Lin Gui interrupted him directly, shouting out the reason:

"He lost all his money at the underground casino in the underworld! Including the travel expenses the fortress master gave him!"

"We can only hide there, afraid to show our faces!"

The leading dwarf opened his mouth wide, the words stuck in his throat.

He rubbed his forehead and sighed heavily.

"Sigh... this hopeless guy."

The other dwarf guards behind the iron bars below also wore helpless expressions.

"Something that bastard Copper Hammer would do..."

"This guy, really..."

The atmosphere of skepticism has clearly eased considerably.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Lin Gui pulled out several more letters from his bag.

He held it high and read out the names on it one by one.

"Kalan City! Iron Hammer Stoneheart!"

"The New Testament City! Bronzebeard, Stoneheart!"

Each time he called out a name, a subtle commotion would rise among the dwarves behind the iron gate.

Some dwarfs instinctively leaned forward, trying to see more clearly.

Some exchanged glances with their companions.

Seeing that the other party was still hesitant, Lin Gui frowned slightly.

He picked up a letter from the city of the New Testament and raised his voice.

"This is a letter from Bronzebeard Stoneheart, the dwarf of New Testament City!"

"The recipient is: Anvil and Heavy Hammer!"

His gaze swept over the iron bars above, and he continued shouting:

"Male! 158 years old!"

"His beard was braided into three thick braids!"

"His nose is so red and big!"

Finally, he added that crucial feature with almost absolute certainty:

"He got drunk and insisted on arm wrestling with the dwarf leader—"

My right thumb is still crooked!

As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse cry of surprise suddenly came from behind the iron gate.

A dwarf guard suddenly leaned out and shouted urgently:

"I am the Anvil and the Hammer! What...what did he say in the letter?!"

Lin Gui glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then tore open the envelope.

He quickly scanned the contents of the letter, his expression turning somewhat strange.

He cleared his throat and read in as steady a tone as possible:

"To my best brother, who stung me like strong liquor and brought tears to my eyes, Anvil and Hammer."

"I am now in New Testament City, a human city-state very, very far from Strong Shield City, and I will probably... never see it again."

The guard's body trembled violently, and the muscles on his rugged face twitched.

Lin Gui continued reading, his tone still calm:

Do you remember the first time we met by the furnace?

"You fought me until you were black and blue just to get the last piece of roasted lizard meat."

"After we finished the game, our tutor punished us by making us clean toilets for a month."

"At that moment, I knew that you were my destined...brother."

"Later, we secretly drank the entire barrel of Thunder Ale that the elders had hidden!"

"He went drunk and started fighting with the Stone Tribe people, and beat them all to a pulp."

"Those were the happiest days of my life."

The guard was completely absorbed in listening, his eyes filled with a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow.

Lin Gui's voice continued, completely calm:

"Throughout these years apart, I always think of your crooked thumb."

"And you were drunk, so you were just bragging."

"I don't know if this letter will ever reach you."

"After all, the kind human who delivered the message is too weak, only at the high level."

"But he once went to the magical city alone."

"That's a place that's farther away and more dangerous than Fortnite."

"All I can do is pray that he has a safe journey and delivers my letter to you."

"And the reason I sent this letter to my best brother..."

"I want you to help me resolve a problem that has been bothering me for many years."

"That is..."

"Anvil, I..."

Lin Gui's voice abruptly stopped at this point.

He stared at the letter, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

The guard heard the crucial part and growled anxiously.

"What?! What did my brother just say?!"

Lin Gui raised his head, looked at the guard, and recited the last sentence in an extremely strange tone:

"...I owed the tavern thirty-seven gold coins before I left. Could you please pay me back for me?"

"I'll return it to you when I go back someday."

"Your brother forever, Bronzebeard Stoneheart."

The air froze instantly.

The emotion and nostalgia on the dwarf guard's face shattered instantly.

He stood frozen in place, his eyes wide open, his beard bristling with anger.

The next second, he unleashed a deafening roar:

"Bronzebeard!! You damned bastard!!!"

"You sent me a letter just to say this?!"

He was so angry that he trembled all over and punched the edge of the iron window.

"I knew it! You bastard, you never write good letters!"

"Thirty-seven gold coins! You fucking swindled your brother out of him before you left!!"

The dwarf guards around them also recovered from the slightly sentimental atmosphere.

There was a moment of deathly silence, followed by a burst of uproarious laughter.

"Hahaha! As expected of Bronzebeard!"

"Even on his way out, he didn't forget to make his brother clean up his mess!"

"Anvil, you're a real buddy of a guy!"

The dwarf guard named Anvil was furious, his face turning red with anger.

Pointing at the letter in Lin Gui's hand, he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

That expression—a mixture of anger and embarrassment, as if he wanted to snatch the letter and tear it up—was truly captivating.

After this commotion...

The tense atmosphere from before has completely vanished.

Although the dwarves behind the iron bars were still wary, the hostility in their eyes had largely subsided.

Instead, a complex mix of curiosity, helplessness, and even a bit of schadenfreude arose.

Lin Gui shook the thick stack of letters in his hand.

"Now, can you believe I'm here to deliver a message?"

The dwarven guards exchanged glances, and finally all looked toward their leader at the highest point.

The stern dwarf leader frowned, his thick fingers tapping unconsciously on the windowsill.

He is clearly still weighing his options.

Lin Gui spoke up at the opportune moment, giving his final guarantee:

"Don't worry, I won't set foot in Ironshield."

"I'll just drop the letter off at the door and leave. How about that?"

His tone was calm and honest, with an undeniable seriousness.

After a brief silence and repeated scrutiny, the dwarf leader finally let out a heavy snort.

"Put the package at the door! Everyone step back!"

He gave the order in a gruff voice, which could be considered tacit approval.

"I'm going too!" Xia immediately moved closer to Lin Gui.

Lin Gui glanced at her but did not refuse.

While levitation is fast, it can never match the explosive power of a transcendent ranger.

In case of any unforeseen circumstances, she could get him away more quickly.

He turned to Eve, who remained on the raft, and whispered his instructions:

"Wait here, and be careful."

Eve nodded slightly, a faint light already appearing at her fingertips, ready to respond at any moment.

Without further hesitation, Lin Gui turned over and sat sideways on his warm, smooth oak staff.

Shea then nimbly leaped onto the back and stood steadily behind him.

The staff carried the two of them, hovering in the faint light of the levitation spell, and flew steadily toward the huge iron gate on the mountain wall.