Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The next day, Lin Gui, sporting prominent dark circles under his eyes, began another round of his "laborious" daily routine.

After Eve patiently reassured the group of believer ghosts who were worried that she was "overworking,"

Finally, I was able to sit at another small table and help with the copying.

Although she could not see the ghost's appearance.

Yet, one can clearly distinguish those seemingly nonexistent "sounds" that directly enter consciousness.

The next few days passed by in the scratching of the quill pen.

In addition to writing, Lin Gui also had to sort and record.

The letters he received were of all kinds, and their destinations far exceeded his initial expectations.

Besides being sent to the nineteen swallowed city-states, many others were directed to distant lands:

Some were sent to the Dwarf capital.

Some were sent to the outposts on the edge of the "Elf Forest" in the east.

There was even a letter whose destination was clearly stated as "The Holy Land of the High Elves - The World Tree Canopy".

The sender was an old elven scholar who had once served as a diplomat in Blackwater and was now only a spirit.

Looking at the souls of these dwarves, elves, humans, and other races before me...

Lin Gui sighed again, remarking that Blackwater City truly lived up to its reputation as a former transportation hub and cultural melting pot.

The days passed by.

Lin Gui was forced to develop new skills after his right wrist completely lost sensation.

Use the [Floating Technique] to simultaneously control the pen and write.

Even Eve, who was always calm and composed, was about to lose her sanctified composure.

He rubbed his aching wrist and sighed softly.

Until the last glass bead's message.

On the morning of the twelfth day, the first pale rays of dawn shone through the window.

Finally, I've finished writing.

Lin Gui put down his pen, and Eve also gently put down her quill pen.

They both exhaled a long, deep breath at the same time.

It was as if he wanted to exhale all the fatigue, numbness, and torment that had accumulated over the past twelve days.

ended.

This vast, silent, yet obsessive event...

Ghostwriting marathon.

At this moment, behind Lin Gui.

Twenty-three thick wooden mailboxes, each about half a person's height, were neatly stacked.

Inside were a total of 7,760 letters.

It far exceeded his initial estimate of "several thousand letters".

For a moment, Lin Gui didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

At least……

He pulled through.

All mailboxes were put into the [storage] space.

Lin Gui and Eve quickly packed their belongings and took one last look at the post office built by the hands of a ghost.

It's time to go.

At the post office entrance, beside the flying boat.

The scene of seeing them off was... quite spectacular, yet eerie.

Thousands of glass beads float in mid-air, pile up on the roadside, and stick to the walls.

The faint blue light merged into a silent sea of ​​stars.

"We'll keep a close eye on the post office!"

"Yes! If a bounty hunter dares to come in and steal something..."

"Let's dress up as ghosts and scare them to death!"

"Hehe, this is something I'm good at!"

The voices of the spirits came in a soft, excited tone.

Lin Gui's lips twitched slightly.

He could tell that these "residents" seemed very enthusiastic about the activity.

No wonder Blackbeard's expression was so complicated when he mentioned that Blackwater City was "haunted".

He smiled helplessly and said no more.

Eve and he boarded the airship one after the other in a clean and efficient manner.

"Huh? They're leaving already?"

Troy's beads rolled to the front, his tone slightly disappointed.

"They didn't even say goodbye properly..."

"Why does it feel like... they're running away?"

The surrounding glass beads remained silent for a few seconds, refusing to respond.

The airship slowly rose and adjusted its direction.

Lin Gui waved one last time at the deep blue "sea of ​​stars".

Immediately afterward, the wind pressure cannon roared in a low rumble.

The flying boat transformed into a streak of light, leaping out of the ruins and rushing towards the desolate plains shrouded in mist.

It quickly disappeared into the gray horizon.

On the flying boat.

Lin Gui let out a long sigh and rubbed his still sore and numb wrist.

Almost simultaneously, the system's notification sounded clearly in my mind:

【Ding! 】

[Mail retrieval and reception in the Heishui City area completed.]

A total of 7760 valid emails were received.

[The weekly task list has been updated.]

[Content: Received mail has been delivered to the designated recipient, with a signature rate greater than 70%.]

[Route planning in progress...]

Based on destination distribution, an optimal circular delivery path has been generated.

[Blackwater City → Stone Beach Town → Long Bridge Fort → Graywood City → Old Camp Fort → Furnace Manor → Sheep Horn Town → Raven City → Three Crossroads → White Stone City → Deep Forest Sentinel → Shadow Moon City → Dark Light Forest → Mirror Shadow City → Valley Town → High Wall Town → Silver Stream Town → Blackwater City.]

Total estimated distance: Approximately 1,400 kilometers.

[Note: Avoid known epic spirit demon core territories as much as possible.]

[Time Limit: Each node has a one-week time limit.]

[Rewards: Random basic magic rewards and magic power rewards will be awarded based on mileage and the number of letters received.]

May the thoughts of the departed souls travel through the mist and reach those who have passed away.

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On the other side...

The study of the Seventh Princess's residence in Carter's capital.

The lights were on; it was already late at night.

In front of Elvia lay a pile of ancient books, geographical atlases, recent climate records, and a thick stack of reports from scholars hired at great expense.

She held a newly delivered confidential report in her hand, her fingertips turning slightly white.

There is only one line of text above:

"Eagle Fortress is confirmed to be empty; the Banshee Clan has completely evacuated, and their whereabouts are unknown."

Evacuate.

The word was like an ice spike, piercing into the rationality she was struggling to maintain.

No, don't panic.

She said to herself.

The departure of the banshee does not necessarily mean that the Black Tide was born in the borderlands.

Perhaps... Selene just suddenly wanted to move?

Perhaps a more suitable hunting ground has appeared in the north?

Perhaps they've had enough of the men in Carter's capital and want a change.

anyway.

She needs evidence.

This proves that the Kuroshio Current will not come.

This proves that the capital city is still safe.

So she took action.

Under the pretext of "stability research in border areas," they mobilized a large amount of funds and connections.

They hired several authoritative historians, geographers, and even two retired Kuroshio researchers.

She provided them with all the data that might indicate a Kuroshio Current trend.

Records of the abnormal appearance of the Brain-Digging Demon.

The migration of the Banshees from Eagle Fortress.

And afterwards, he sent out many adventurers to investigate the activity of demons near the capital.

It only emphasizes that the defenses around the capital are solid, reserves are sufficient, and the climate is "normal".

She wanted them to demonstrate a conclusion.

The Black Tide will not occur in the capital of Carter, or rather, in the borderlands, a month from now!

With generous rewards offered, reports were submitted one after another.

The writing is rigorous, citing numerous sources and demonstrating meticulous logic.

They were all telling Elvia the same thing.

The Kuroshio Current could not have erupted in the border regions.