Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The next morning, before it was fully light.

The dwarf leader Grom excitedly ran to the Council Hill.

To prevent Lin Gui and his gang from escaping, the fortress lord gave him a special leave.

Instruct him to keep a close eye on Lin Gui during this time and prevent them from leaving quietly.

He knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was Shia, with her messy, spiky silver hair.

She looked sullen, her long ears drooping.

I was thinking of following the plot of a novel, having a drunken one-night stand, falling in love first and then developing a romantic relationship.

As a result, he knocked himself down first.

"Good morning..." Xia's voice trailed off.

Grom peered over her shoulder into the room.

"Where's that Lin devil? And that human girl?"

The room was empty; there was no one in sight.

Shia sighed and replied vaguely:

"I went to exchange money."

"Exchange money?" Grom was taken aback. "You mean... the recycling center?"

Shea nodded.

"Yes, that place where you can sell demon materials and also pawn things."

Grom's expression became even stranger.

"Then why don't you go with them?"

Shea pouted.

"If I don't stay here and keep watch, who will tell you where they went?"

She turned around and grabbed the coat draped over the back of the chair.

"Let's go together. We need your help with Lin Gui's post office opening."

The recycling center in Shield City is located in the middle layer of the mountain.

It is located near a busy ore transport route.

Even before you get close, you can smell a mixed odor.

Rust, blood, rotting flesh, and the pungent smell of cheap disinfectant.

A heavy metal door was open.

The edges of the door frame were blackened by smoke, and several strings of dried demon heads hung on them.

A crooked wooden sign was nailed to the lintel.

It was written hastily in Dwarven language.

"Collect everything, pledge everything."

At this moment, the entrance to the recycling station was completely blocked.

Dozens of dwarfs crowded there, standing on tiptoe and peering inside.

A murmur of discussion filled the air.

"Make way! Make way, everyone!"

Grom shouted in a gruff voice, forcefully pushing his way through the crowd with his sheer size.

Shea followed behind him, curiously peeking out.

The inside of the recycling center is much more spacious than it appears from the outside.

It looks like a semi-natural cave that has been converted.

Storage pits were carved into the rock face and filled with all sorts of oddly shaped objects.

A huge stone platform was placed in the center.

The countertop was pitted and covered in dark stains.

"Do you accept everything here?" Lin Gui asked.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear in the noisy recycling center.

Behind the counter, a dwarf sat on a specially made high stool.

That way he could look Lin Gui, who was standing, in the eye.

He crossed his arms and replied in a gruff voice:

"Yes, humans."

"What do you want to sell?"

As he spoke, he glanced curiously behind Lin Gui.

The wooden crates hung silently in the air, half a foot off the ground.

Steady and steady.

The dwarfs crowded around were also watching.

His gaze swept back and forth between the wooden crate and the forest ghost.

There aren't many dwarves who know magic to begin with.

To be able to use levitation so steadily and for so long...

I've almost never seen one.

Many people are attracted by this.

Lin Gui didn't say much, just raised his hand and waved.

All the lids of the wooden crates were opened at the same time.

The items inside floated out one by one.

They landed orderly on the stone platform.

Finally, something large flew out.

Enveloped in icy blue magic, emanating a faint chill.

With a muffled thud, it landed on the table.

It's pork.

A whole pig hind leg, frozen solid.

The meat is clearly marbled with fat and lean, and looks firm and fresh.

Lin Gui pointed to the pork and asked.

"How much do you think this is worth?"

In an instant, the entire recycling station fell silent.

The dwarf behind the counter stared wide-eyed.

The dwarves watching from the outside were the same.

Dozens of eyes were fixed on that piece of meat.

The sound of Adam's apple bobbing rose and fell.

Before the dwarf at the counter could speak, the group of dwarves behind him suddenly erupted in protest.

"I'll offer three hundred gold coins!"

"Four hundred! Cash only!"

"Five hundred! Plus three pieces of refined iron!"

The sounds grew increasingly urgent and louder.

Several dwarfs even pushed forward, reaching out to touch the piece of meat.

The dwarf at the counter suddenly stood on the stool and roared:

"Get out of my way! This is my territory!"

He picked up the iron hammer next to the table and smashed it against the table.

"If anyone pushes again, I'll throw them out!"

At that moment, Grom, with Shea in tow, finally squeezed through the dwarfs.

He immediately noticed the mountain of supplies piled up on the platform.

And that piece of frozen pork that was being fought over,

He was completely stunned.

"This...you brought all of this?"

Shia stood to the side, looking around at the excited dwarves with a puzzled expression.

"It's just meat, isn't it?"

"Why are they acting like they've seen a divine artifact?"

Grom turned his head, his expression complex.

"Little girl with long ears, you don't understand."

He lowered his voice and pointed to the rock formations above.

"Our city is a frontline city-state, and we do not produce livestock."

"The cursed demons of the silent sea outside... and we can't eat them."

"And the demons in the forest behind the Fortress of Stronghold have very unpalatable flesh."

"Didn't you throw up after eating the one I baked for you last night?"

"As for fresh meat, the fortress lord will not allow these things to take up valuable transport space."

"A piece of frozen pork..."

He looked at the bright red on the stage.

"In Shield City, you can even get a Star-level piece of equipment."

Shia covered her mouth in surprise.

Star-level equipment? Is it really that exaggerated?

Lin Gui was also very surprised by this, and then...

Under the many eager gazes, he silently retrieved all the frozen meat and floated it back into the wooden box.

Only the other supplies were left piled up on the stone platform.

Dry rations, medical supplies, field equipment...

These things are irrelevant to Lin Gui.

Perhaps because the city of Shields was so short of supplies,

The exchange rate was much higher than expected.

The purse quickly began to swell again.

A full wallet gives you confidence to do things.

After leaving the recycle bin.

Lin Gui proposed the idea of ​​building a post office to Grom.

The dwarf captain patted his chest and agreed.

Using his real power in the city, he quickly selected a location.

Located in the middle area, close to the main passage, it has a convenient location.

He also brought along several skilled dwarven craftsmen.

"They're all skilled," Grom said with a smile, though his eyes darted around slightly.

He quietly pulled the foreman aside and gave him instructions in a low voice.

"Listen, slow down."

"No rush, take your time."

The foreman was an old, dwarf man with a white beard. Pointing to the blueprints Lin Gui had chosen, he asked in confusion:

"Build it according to what that human said?"

"This kind of work can be finished in less than a day."

"We're soldiers by trade, we're really strong."

Grom blew on his beard and glared at him.

"This is the fortress lord's order."

"In short, show us all your skills in dawdling."

The foreman looked troubled, but still nodded.

The project started, but progress was frustratingly slow.

Two dwarfs are carrying a stone slab.

He walked and stopped frequently, adjusting his posture from time to time.

Each time the dwarf laying the wall placed a brick...

They all had to step back a few steps and examine it carefully for a long time.

Lin Gui watched quietly, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

He had expected this to happen.

He turned around and took out a few pieces of pork from the wooden box.

The frozen chunks of meat emitted wisps of white steam.

He picked up a piece, waved it at the workers, and said clearly.

"Completed before sunset."

"Each person will be rewarded with a piece of pork."

"If we could arrive a few hours earlier, we could add another dollar!"

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze.

Followed by.

"Aww!!!"

The dwarves, who had been dawdling just moments before, suddenly turned bloodshot.

They dropped their tools and rushed toward the building materials.

Grom was so anxious he was jumping up and down:

"Wait! You dare?! The Fortress Master's side—"

However, no one paid any attention.

Meat! That's fresh meat!

It's been so long since they've had a proper barbecue!

It's all demon meat, demon meat!

The stone slabs were lifted up at lightning speed, and the brick walls rose at a visible rate.

The foreman swung his hammer and roared.

"Hurry up, all of you! Tonight you'll get to try authentic Black Stone BBQ!"

Grom opened his mouth, speechless.