Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Morpheus was visibly taken aback when he heard the word "letter".

His gaze unconsciously drifted to the counter next to him.

Then it dawned on me.

By the way, this person did run a post office and did indeed receive several letters from residents.

He had all those letters carefully reviewed.

He knew about this, but at the time he was only worried that the contents of the letter would reveal the existence of Avalon.

Today, Avalon no longer relies on Hannah's travels and promotions to attract new residents, as it did in the past.

The population within the city is nearing the limit that this small basin can support.

He does not want any more outsiders to come in.

Therefore, the focus of the review was entirely on "confidentiality".

But he overlooked a fact that he and the entire management team had almost forgotten:

We live in the age of city-states.

Wilderness monsters roam, transportation is cut off, and communication is a luxury.

In those dark and isolated years, "transportation" and "communication" themselves were invaluable.

And this little mage in front of me...

They're actually delivering messages for someone at a price that's practically free?

Morpheus belatedly felt a sense of absurdity.

The peaceful life in Avalon made them forget the cruelty and isolation of the outside world.

Upon reflection, he was astonished to realize that this behavior itself was very abnormal and unbelievable.

He looked at Lin Gui, his eyes filled with complex emotions:

"You...are you really planning to help Kyle deliver that letter to Flowerwood City?"

"Do you know how far it is from Avalon? How many dangerous places will you have to pass through? How many restricted areas will you have to cross?"

Lin Gui nodded, his tone calm:

"Of course I know."

"After all, that's the road I've been searching for all along."

Morpheus frowned, noticing the contradiction:

"But you said... you came from the capital of Carter, following the trail of your uncle Roger..."

Lin Gui was slightly taken aback.

Then he remembered the "family relationship" he had casually mentioned to lessen the hostility he felt when he first arrived.

He was silent for a moment.

Then, he gently exhaled, raised his eyes, and looked at Morpheus.

"Feel sorry."

"I am indeed... not Mr. Roger's nephew."

He chose to tell the truth.

"But I know his nephew named Far."

"He was very brave. For the girl he loved, he dared to abandon the luxurious life of an aristocrat and even draw his sword against his own father."

This confession made Morpheus's eyelids twitch slightly.

He had almost completely believed Lin Gui's story before, because the details were too specific and too private.

Lin Gui smiled, somewhat helplessly:

"I'm sorry I lied to you."

"But if I hadn't said that, I probably wouldn't have just been 'placed under house arrest,' but thrown straight into the dungeon, right?"

Morpheus was silent for a while, then finally managed a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"really."

If it weren't for his identity as "Rogge's nephew"...

The unusual way the three of them traversed the howling corridor.

Morpheus will definitely take even stricter control measures.

The Wailing Corridor is both a prison for Avalon and a natural barrier protecting Avalon from invasion.

He re-examined the young man before him.

He was clearly just a high-level mage.

In his initial assessment, he was just an ordinary human who had stumbled upon a magical artifact by sheer luck.

But now...

For the first time, Morpheus looked at Lin Gui with genuine seriousness.

"Then, who exactly are you?"

Lin Gui met his gaze and slowly straightened up.

The sunlight streaming in through the window fell on his faded gray robe.

"Just an insignificant wandering mage."

His voice was steady and clear.

"A messenger...delivering thoughts and longings."

"If Lord Morpheus also has a letter he wishes to send."

"I'd be happy to help pass it on."

"As for the matter Lord Morpheus just asked me to handle, I will help."

"I just hope that after I leave Avalon, you can take good care of Shia for me."

"She...suffered too many injustices in the past."

Finally, Lin Gui said to Morpheus.

He would finish all the miscellaneous tasks before dark, and then leave Avalon with the people they designated.

Although Morpheus was extremely anxious, he did not have the initiative and could only nod in agreement.

Lin Gui said no more.

He picked up the worn, dark gray robe, shook off non-existent dust, and neatly draped it over his shoulders.

The large hood pulled down, covering most of his face, revealing only his clean-lined jawline.

He gripped his oak staff and nodded slightly to Morpheus.

He then turned around, pushed open the door, and went out.

The figure quickly disappeared around the street corner in Avalon in the early morning.

Morpheus's matter was urgent, and he didn't have much time left.

Fortunately, with the help of [organization], there is almost no need for extra packing of luggage and belongings.

All he needs to do now is find the two girls who "committed the crime" and then secretly slipped away, too ashamed to face him.

Actually, Lin Gui could roughly guess where they had gone.

He sat sideways on his staff, silently activating the [Levitation] spell.

Its body hovered a few feet off the ground, like a gray feather lifted by the wind, smoothly and swiftly gliding across the quiet streets of Avalon.

The low houses, lush vegetable patches, and early-rising, leisurely residents all slowly receded beneath us.

The morning light stretched his shadow long and thin, gliding silently across the stone path.

Soon, he arrived at a grove of trees near the edge of the city wall.

A delicately designed, elfin-style treehouse stands in the forest, seemingly living in harmony with the trees.

That was Winnie's house.

Lin Gui lowered his altitude, his staff hovering in front of the small flower bed.

On the flower bed, Winnie, a green-haired half-demon forest elf, was carefully watering several pots of pale purple flowers with her sleeves rolled up.

Her expression was focused, her fingertips moving gently.

Lin Gui appeared without a sound.

Until his voice rang out:

"Winnie."

Have you seen Shia?

"ah--!"

Winnie was so startled that she nearly dropped the kettle.

She turned around in a panic, and only when she saw that it was Lin Gui did her tense shoulders relax slightly.

But those dark red eyes immediately began to dart uncontrollably from side to side.

"hope, Xi Ya..."

She unconsciously tugged at the hem of her clothes, her voice weak.

"She, she... I, I saw her go over there!"

She raised her hand and pointed in a random direction.

Lin Gui hovered in mid-air, the corners of his mouth under his hood seemingly curving slightly.

"Yeah?"

"But I just came from that side."

"Uh!" Winnie's face flushed red.

"I'm sorry! I... I might have remembered it wrong..."

She hurriedly pointed in a completely different direction.

"Yes, that's over there! She went that way!"

Her poor acting and the obvious "I'm lying" written all over her face.

A muffled sound, though suppressed, still escaped from somewhere inside the treehouse.

It looked like someone had accidentally bumped their head and quickly covered their mouth.

Winnie's body became even stiffer.

Lin Gui hadn't spoken yet.

On the side of the treehouse, the lid of an old wooden bucket that was originally upside down and used to collect rainwater was suddenly pushed open from the inside with a "bang".

Shia poked her silver-white head out, her face full of helplessness.

Not far from her, Eve peeked out somewhat awkwardly from behind a thicket of lilies of the valley, her expression full of embarrassment.