Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The news came that Lin Gui had opened a post office in New Testament City.

Like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, it instantly stirred up a thousand waves.

It spread throughout the small city-state at an astonishing speed.

"Have you heard? On Main Street! That ghostly monk who used to deliver messages has opened a shop!"

"Post office? What's a post office?"

"It's a place that delivers letters! There's a flat fee: 7 copper coins per letter!"

"Seven copper coins?! Really? Where should I send them?"

"The sign says it! Karan City, and something about the City of the Strong Shield... all the way to that place called Avalon!"

"Good heavens! Only 7 copper coins to go to such a far place? How is that possible!"

"What Master Lin Gui said, could it be false? He came back alive from Kalan City last time!"

The news spread rapidly through taverns, markets, and streets, causing a huge sensation.

The price of delivering messages across cities for 7 copper coins is so low it's practically free.

The destinations, in particular, include those distant city-states that only exist in legend.

This completely overturned everyone's understanding.

Before long, the brand-new wooden door of the [7 Copper Coin Post Office] located next to the main street was almost bursting at the seams.

The store was instantly packed with people, shoulder to shoulder.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat, cheap tobacco, and various body odors.

The noise was so loud it almost blew the newly built roof off.

However, a closer look reveals that not everyone in the crowd is there to mail a letter.

A significant portion of the people were simply there to watch the spectacle.

They crowded around the doorways or windows, craning their necks to peer inside.

They pointed and discussed the simple decor and the large map on the wall.

"My goodness, can a letter really be sent that far?"

"Look at that map! It looks just like the real thing!"

"Seven copper coins? Is this some kind of scam? What if they run off with the money?"

More, especially young bachelors and lads.

They came upon hearing the news, with a clear goal: to see the legendary beautiful elf.

Shea was extremely busy.

She was responsible for maintaining order and initial registration.

That stunningly beautiful face, those silver hairs, and the occasional glimpse of immense strength that seemed out of place with her slender figure.

For example, easily pushing aside a few burly men who were crowding too close became the most eye-catching sight.

"Miss Elf! Look at me! Look at me! I want to mail a letter!"

"Sister Fairy! Please give me your autograph!"

Such noises rose and fell, making the scene even more chaotic.

Although Xia felt a little embarrassed by the stares, she remembered that she was helping Lin Gui.

She still tried her best to keep smiling and handle the inquiries as efficiently as possible.

Of course, with more people, there's bound to be a mix of good and bad.

It's inevitable that some people with ulterior motives will sneak in and try to take advantage of the situation.

A slovenly-looking man with a lewd gaze took advantage of the crowd and pretended to lose his balance.

The dirty hand then stealthily reached out to Shia.

However, his hand hadn't even touched the hem of his clothes.

Her wrist was gripped tightly by a cold, slender hand, as firm as an iron clamp!

"what!"

The man cried out in pain, feeling as if the bones in his wrist were about to shatter.

The smile on Shia's face vanished instantly, and a cold, fierce glint flashed in her emerald green eyes.

She didn't even give the other person a chance to beg for mercy; with a flick of her wrist, she pulled and yanked!

"Snap!"

A clear sound of bones cracking rang out, accompanied by a pig-like scream!

Immediately afterwards, Shia's other hand moved with lightning speed.

Grabbing the man's collar, he used his waist and abdomen to deliver a clean and swift over-the-shoulder throw!

"Bang!"

The man was slammed to the ground like a tattered sack.

He kicked up a cloud of dust and passed out without uttering a sound.

This sudden turn of events caused a moment of silence in the surrounding area.

But Shia's actions didn't stop.

With a blank expression, she quickly and skillfully stripped the unconscious man naked.

She was left with only a pair of underwear to cover her shame.

Then she picked up a bundle of spare rope from the side and tied a sturdy lasso.

Wrap it around that guy's ankle, take a deep breath, and suddenly throw him upwards!

Under the stunned gaze of everyone.

The naked man was hung upside down at the post office entrance.

Like a dried salted fish, swaying gently in the breeze.

Several bruises on his body and a clearly twisted wrist.

He recounted the offense he had just committed and the terrible price he had paid.

The entire scene was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Shea clapped her hands, as if she had only done something insignificant.

She looked around, and her sweet smile returned to her face.

But his smile carried a hint of warning, and his voice was clear and crisp:

"Anyone else want to 'accidentally' slip and fall? We offer free 'wall hanging' service!"

All the men watching, especially those who had been harboring some thoughts earlier.

Suddenly, I felt a chill in my lower body and instinctively squeezed my legs together.

They all took a step back, their eyes filled with awe.

I dare not have any improper thoughts again.

The order improved significantly in an instant.

Lin Gui was squeezed behind the counter.

In front of him were piles of newly received, crookedly written letters and small heaps of copper coins.

He was really stressed out.

I was initially worried because I wasn't receiving many emails in half a day.

Now they're complaining that there are too many people here!

My ears were filled with all sorts of questions:

"Master! How long will it take to deliver the letter to the capital?"

"Can you guarantee delivery? My brother is waiting for my news!"

"Is there enough money? If not, can I add some more?"

"Could you please bring me something? Just a small bag of local specialties!"

He mechanically collected money, registered documents, and tried his best to identify and record the recipient information dictated by the senders.

He shouted repeatedly, raising his voice.

"Line up! Everyone line up! If you're not mailing a letter, please make way! Just giving a name won't find you! It would be best if you could describe what the recipient looks like and where they approximately live! We only accept mail, not goods!"

His voice sounded somewhat powerless amidst the enormous clamor.

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, complete with a "human decoration," Lin Gui felt a mix of emotions.

To increase the public's desire to invest in credit, he adopted a low-price strategy.

I expected it to be appealing, but I didn't expect it to be this good.

There is a sincere longing to be conveyed within this.

There is a frenzied pursuit of low prices.

Some people simply want to join in the fun or come see pretty girls.

"It seems... this 'post office' idea really has potential, but management... that's a real problem."

Lin Gui frantically sorted through the copper coins and the blurry, illegible "letter of entrustment" that could only be identified by its features.

He pondered to himself.

We need to plan carefully the post offices to be built in the next few city-states.

We need to hire at least a few literate people to help with the registration and organization.

We also need to establish some rules, preferably a simple form, so that senders can write down the recipient's personal information and physical characteristics as clearly as possible.

At this moment, he could only bury himself in this blissful trouble.

Try to collect as many letters as possible before departing tomorrow.