Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

What happened next made Lin Gui even more convinced that his "life-and-death" partner was definitely suspicious.

When the post office opened, it was frequented by almost all the idle residents of Avalon.

They squeezed into the small hall, asking questions here and there, full of curiosity.

Lin Gui, Xia, and Eve greeted us behind the counter and answered our questions one by one.

Amidst the commotion, Lin Gui keenly sensed something.

The frequency with which Shia secretly glanced at him was astonishingly high.

Moreover, her gaze always unconsciously...drifts downwards.

It seemed like they were staring at his neck.

Taking advantage of the break, Lin Gui raised his hand and touched his neck.

The skin is smooth, without any foreign objects or discomfort.

Just as he was wondering, a resident seemed to hesitate for a long time.

He finally pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and slowly walked to the counter.

The person who wanted to send the letter had a rather unusual destination.

Flower and Tree City.

In order to get more commissions on his return trip, Lin Gui specifically wrote a note at the post office entrance:

Letters could not be sent to only the few city-states marked on the map.

If there is a need for other destinations, you can make a request, and the messenger (Lin Gui) will consider whether to deliver it along the way.

And this "Flower and Tree City"...

Lin Gui remembered that it should be near the city of Kalan.

It was a relatively isolated free city-state that had never joined the city-state alliance.

Lin Gui raised his head and looked at the person who made the request.

Then, he paused slightly.

The other party... is a half-demon.

Male, of medium build, with a human face, but with a pair of small, winding black horns on his forehead.

His eyes were dark red, his skin was pale, and he had demonic markings.

Lin Gui was somewhat surprised and asked:

"Who...are you going to send it to?"

The half-demon was silent for a moment before answering in a very soft voice:

"To...a woman who once took me in."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts, and then began to speak in a low, slow voice:

"At that time, I had just awakened my magic runes and was driven out of my hometown, wandering around."

"When he was starving to death, he collapsed by the roadside outside Huamu City."

"It was Aunt Martha who found me... She has poor eyesight and can barely see."

"She lost her child and thought I was... so she dragged me home."

"Give me food, give me a place to stay, call me 'Little Kyle'..."

"The people in the city discriminated against me, threw stones at me, and called me a monster."

"She took a broom and stood in front of me, cursing back in the direction of the sound."

She said…

The half-demon's voice choked for a moment.

She said, "This is my child."

The surrounding noise had completely quieted down at some point.

The residents stopped talking and listened quietly.

The half-demon took a deep breath and continued:

"I lived with her for two years."

"Later... the patrol chasing the half-demon was about to reach that area."

"I can't drag her down with me anymore."

"I had no choice but to leave secretly one night."

"Afterwards, on the road, I met Miss Hannah and her other half-demon companions who were hiding in the flower bushes."

Finally, we followed Miss Hannah to Avalon.

His story ends here, without any further development.

But everyone understood the unfinished gratitude and longing.

After a brief silence, the half-demons from the surrounding flowers and trees seemed to have been touched by something.

They began to add their own comments in hushed tones:

"Aunt Martha...does she always wear a gray plaid apron?"

"There's a crooked apple tree in front of her yard, right?"

"Kyle even helped her fix the roof back then, after falling from a tree and limping for half a month..."

"Old John was the one who ran ahead to warn us when that damned patrol came..."

They were talking about trivial details.

Yet, it pieced together a real and heartwarming past.

The half-demon called Kyle listened quietly, his eyes slightly reddening.

Finally, an orc uncle patted him on the shoulder, looked at Lin Gui, and spoke in a rough but sincere voice:

"Mr. Lin Gui".

"If you can... please help him."

"We'll all chip in to pay for the mail delivery."

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of agreement arose from the surrounding crowd.

"Yes, we'll go!"

"Count me in!"

"And me!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Gui chuckled and retorted, "Seven copper coins? Do we really need to collect them? A pair of straw sandals can sell for twenty copper coins."

After saying that, he reached out and took the slightly worn but well-preserved letter from Kyle's hand.

"Don't worry," he smiled at Kyle, "I will definitely deliver the letter."

But he knew in his heart that the promise was not optimistic.

It wasn't a difficult journey—going to Huamu City wasn't a long detour for him.

More than a decade has passed.

A woman with visual impairment and no children struggles to survive in the lower strata of the city-state...

Lin Gui could hardly bear to think about her current situation.

Perhaps it has already been...

Forget it.

He shook his head inwardly.

We'll see for ourselves then.

Kyle pulled a silver coin from his pocket and handed it over.

Eve took the money from him and deftly counted out three coins to give him back as change.

Kelmore stroked the returned coin, hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a low voice:

"Um... if... if she were still alive..."

"If possible, could you... give these to her as well?"

He gently pushed a small, somewhat heavy cloth bag in front of Lin Gui.

"I know this is against the rules," Kyle said, his voice even lower, "but..."

Lin Gui silently untied the bag.

Inside were some worn silver coins and two or three gold coins with a dull color.

Kyle, who had once struggled at the bottom of Flowerwood City, must have known Lin Gui's worries even better than he did.

"Hey! This little bit of money isn't enough to make an old woman live a good life!"

The loud voice of the orc uncle from earlier rang out.

He slammed two brand-new gold coins onto the counter with a loud bang.

"Count me in!"

This action is like a pebble thrown into water.

The ripples spread rapidly.

"Me too!"

"And me!"

"Wait, I'll go home and get it!"

The crowd stirred.

The inhabitants—whether humans, orcs, goblins, or other races—rushed forward.

One by one, the coins were gently placed on the counter.

Gold coins, silver coins, and even neatly stacked copper coins.

The clanging and jingling sounds were incessant.

Perhaps in Avalon, currency has long lost its significance in circulation outside the country.

Or perhaps, this is just how the people here have always been.

In no time, the once empty wooden countertop was almost entirely covered with coins of various colors.

Eve quickly sorted and counted the items, managing to gather a total of three hundred gold coins.

Incidentally, one hundred of the gold coins were "generously donated" by Shia.

She moved with lightning speed, and while the crowd was thronging, she quietly slipped a heavy little bag into the pile of money.

Kyle had his back to her and didn't notice.

But Lin Gui saw it.

Shea met his gaze and winked mischievously.

Lin Gui could only manage a helpless, bitter smile.

He then reached into the inside pocket of his robe and fumbled around for a moment.

In the end, he only managed to pull out a single, lonely gold coin.

It was gently placed on the edge of that glittering mountain of money.

no way.

All he really had left was this.

The reward that Cassius the Witcher initially offered.

It wasn't used for bidding on the "guide".

Almost everything was exchanged by Lin Gui for various supplies.

Most of those supplies were not prepared for him personally.

It's for Shia.