Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The thought had barely crossed Lin Gui's mind when he shook his head and lowered his guard.

Without him.

The main problem is that these "residents" in front of us are just too weak.

Even the strongest among them were only mid-level high-ranking cultivators in their lifetimes.

Even if, like that mermaid's soul, one were to lose their mind and transform into an evil spirit...

Even if the quantity is large.

For Lin Gui now...

Well, for Eve, who has been hiding her true strength...

They're probably just a bunch of "little karaomi".

Moreover, Eve can forcibly raise her rank by one level in a short period of time.

Even a slap from a legendary priest can be lethal.

As for himself?

If you can't beat them, you can always outrun them.

So, who cares?

Let's finish delivering this mountain of letters first.

and--

Although my right hand was almost numb from writing, and my wrist was so sore and numb that it felt like it didn't belong to me.

But looking at the number of "pending mail" on the system panel, which was snowballing wildly...

A strange sense of anticipation rose in Lin Gui's heart.

He silently did the math.

If all the requests from the tens of thousands of ghosts in Blackwater City can be accepted by the system as valid delivery missions.

Then there's my long-stalled "Messenger Advanced Quest".

That long-term goal of successfully delivering 10,000 letters.

Maybe, it really can be here...

Completed in one go.

Although I was so busy today that I was dizzy, even with other ghosts helping me write the letters, I only processed a little over six hundred.

But this is only the first day.

There were so many glass beads waiting to deliver letters outside that the line seemed endless.

Lin Gui roughly estimated that before his right hand was completely useless...

We can collect at least four thousand letters.

In addition, there were 5,686 letters sent along the way from Avalon, the capital, and Shield City.

Although it's still a little short of ten thousand...

But don't forget that after these letters are sent, there is a high chance of receiving a reply.

Other city-states might also send letters to other places.

Moreover, the destinations these ghosts are sent to are mostly concentrated within the Wailing Wall.

These were the nineteen city-states that were also swallowed up by the "End of Silence".

Although the distance is far, Lin Gui has a flying boat and the Eyes of the Underworld.

A round trip might not even take a day.

If you can really complete the most difficult task of writing 10,000 letters in the advanced mission here.

And a special request that was just one step away.

Then the magic draw pool rewarded by the system will be upgraded from the beginner level to the intermediate level.

At that time...

The title of "Crispy Little Mage" might finally be shed.

I won't be easily knocked out by a brick.

Thinking of this, even though my shoulders are sore and numb and my right hand is stiff.

Lin Gui couldn't help but hum a mumbled but upbeat tune through his nose.

"What's so happy about it...?"

Eve, who was reading a book next to her, looked up, her purple eyes filled with a faint curiosity and a smile.

"Mr. Lin Gui, why are you... so suddenly in a good mood?"

Lin Gui's hand didn't stop; the pen continued to scratch on the paper.

He glanced at Eve, who was leisurely reading a book beside him, with a hint of resentment.

This saintess was supposed to be the "best outside help".

I spent the whole day lounging in the back of the recliner.

He was engrossed in reading the book "The Domineering Dragon's Little Wife" that Xia had left behind.

Lin Gui had tried to "hire" her for help before.

He even promised to use the money Shia had given him from her own savings.

They paid a "generous" salary to this "impoverished" saint.

But the proposal had just been put out.

Then the ghosts of several people who had stood respectfully beside him, all of whom were church clergy in life, appeared.

He interrupted her sternly and agitatedly.

"Absolutely not!"

The old pastor's ghost was the first to float forward, its spirit fluctuating with excitement.

"Her Holy Body is of such noble birth, how could she possibly engage in such... such tedious copying work?"

"This is blasphemy!"

A nun's ghost nodded repeatedly, her voice urgent:

"It is an unparalleled honor for Your Highness to grace this defiled place with your presence!"

"How could I dare to trouble Your Highness any further?"

Another ghost, who appeared to have been a church clerk, was even more logically clear:

"Your Highness must now maintain purity of energy and divinity."

"Being tainted by too many worldly attachments may impair perception and hinder one's future 'mission'."

They spoke back and forth, their attitudes resolute, and they even subtly protected Eve behind them.

It was as if Lin Gui wasn't asking for help, but rather attempting to defile some sacred object.

Eve closed the book and gave Lin Gui a helpless, slightly sly smile.

Those eyes clearly said, "See, it's not that I don't want to help."

And now, upon hearing Miss Saintess's question...

Lin Gui didn't even look up, his pen still twirling, but replied in a slightly mischievous tone:

"Of course, it's because..."

"I can just imagine being able to drive you wildly through the Wailing Wall again soon."

"So I'm happy."

Before he could finish speaking...

Eve, sitting in the corner, froze with a leisurely smile on her face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She unconsciously shrank back, her fingertips tightening around the pages of the book in her hand.

She still can't get used to Lin Gui's "outrageous" driving style.

Every time I sit on the airship, I feel like my soul is about to be thrown out of my body by the speed.

Previously, there was Shia in front, suppressing Lin Gui's speed.

Shea isn't here now...

Is she... the only one left to bear this?

She glanced silently at her slender wrist.

I also imagined what it would feel like to be pressed down on the seat by the excessive weight, with my stomach churning.

Suddenly I realized...

This melodramatic novel in my hand isn't appealing anymore.

Soon, the sun sank behind the ruins, and night once again enveloped Blackwater City.

The last glass bead in the post office.

Amidst Lin Gui's hoarse "Please come early tomorrow," it reluctantly rolled off the tracks.

Lin Gui let out a long sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair, almost exhausted.

My right wrist was swollen, my fingertips were trembling slightly from holding the pen for so long, and my palm was red from being rubbed.

On the table, the sorted and sealed letters were neatly stacked into seven "small mountains" as tall as a person.

A rough count revealed that I wrote over 830 letters today.

Lin Gui himself wrote over two hundred...

The efficiency far exceeded expectations.

He rose shakily and closed the smooth stone tracks in front of the counter.

I locked the front door and prepared to go upstairs for a good night's sleep.

I had just stepped onto the stairs.

"Mr. Lin Gui".

Eve's voice came from behind me, very softly.

He turned around.

Eve stood in the soft glow of the shimmering light spell.

With his hands behind his back, his toes unconsciously rubbed against the ground.

She slightly turned her gaze away, and the tips of her ears seemed to be slightly red in the light.

Then, she took a step closer, stood on tiptoe, and quickly whispered something in his ear:

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Lin Gui: "...???"