Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

"Um, buddy..."

A middle-aged man dressed as a farmer approached, looking slightly embarrassed.

He was followed by a boy of about thirteen years old and a peasant woman.

"I didn't reply; my family is in Blackwater."

"I've never mailed a letter from the post office either..."

Lin Gui stopped what he was doing and looked up at him.

"So what brings you here?"

The farmer rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkling.

"That's it, sixteen years have passed, and I've been staying here all this time."

"It floats around every day, exploring every corner."

"It feels... kind of boring."

He paused, his voice filled with anticipation.

"So, could you please...?"

"Take our family to see other city-states?"

The boy immediately floated forward excitedly.

"Like the elven city-states! I've never seen a treehouse!"

"Can you take us to see it?"

Lin Gui's face instantly darkened.

So... this is just a tourist trip?

The glass beads that had been watching from the wooden crate track heard this...

Their souls shone brightly all at once!

Countless expectant gazes focused on them.

Lin Gui's face darkened even more.

"no."

He said it irritably, his tone resolute.

"I'm very busy. Besides the Wailing Wall, I also have many letters to deliver."

"The frontier regions, the Blackwater Corridor... the replies piled up like mountains."

"It's already been very troublesome to make an exception and open business this time."

"So sorry, if you're not looking for relatives..."

He waved.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?"

The farmer's family immediately wilted, their spirits dimmed.

The boy's eyes darted around, and he floated forward again.

"Brother Lin Gui! I have relatives in Shadowmoon City!"

"He was so good to me, our whole family misses him!"

"Could you take us there to have a look?"

Lin Gui's lips twitched.

...I don't believe you for a second.

"Employees, restore order."

He called out to the side.

Several Blackwater City warriors' spirits drifted over helplessly.

Pushing the farmer's family's glass beads along the track...

It rolled out of the post office door.

Lin Gui rubbed his temples and reached out to press the call bell.

A pale but slender hand suddenly pressed down on the counter.

It blocked his view.

Lin Gui looked up.

Hannah was standing in front of the counter, leaning slightly forward.

She looked at him with her red eyes, a deliberately gentle smile on her face.

"Can we talk?"

She spoke very softly.

Lin Gui raised his eyes, his face expressionless.

Then, he pointed to the door with his right hand.

"Please line up."

Hannah turned to look out the window in the direction he pointed.

She saw it through the glass.

On the snow outside the door, wooden crate tracks stretched out in a winding pattern.

On both sides of the track, glass beads are neatly arranged.

The pale blue lights merged together, extending into the depths of the ruins.

A quick glance reveals at least a thousand.

Hannah's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

How long will it take to get this queue?

She paused for two seconds, then turned back.

The smile on his face became somewhat stiff.

"...Can I cut in line?"

Lin Gui lowered his head and continued to serve the next bead.

"You'll have to ask them."

He tilted his head slightly towards the door.

Hannah followed his gaze.

The next moment, a chill suddenly ran down her back.

On the track outside the door, thousands of glass beads are quietly arranged...

It was as if I had received a silent signal.

They all turned around, facing the "front" towards the post office window.

A faint blue light flowed quietly within the bead's surface.

There was no sound, no movement.

But Hannah clearly felt it.

It's as if there's a pair of eyes inside each bead.

Silently, staring intently...

Stare at her.

That oppressive feeling of being locked on by countless gazes.

It made her throat tighten slightly.

Hannah was silent for a few seconds, then a stiff smile appeared on her lips.

"……never mind."

She released her hand from the counter and took half a step back.

He silently turned around and walked towards the empty bench in the corner of the post office.

Sit down and wait quietly.

She was in a hurry.

Rog and the others are still in the Rift, their fates uncertain, and anything could happen at any moment.

But she and Lin Gui... were hardly close.

There was even some grudge between them.

He had once attacked that white-haired elf.

His own man, Rogge, even dug a pit for him, giving him a fake Avalon coordinate.

That's the kind of thing that can really screw you over.

At the time, Rogge had no idea that the other party would actually dare to enter the Wailing Corridor, so he just gave them a random coordinate.

Hannah is still curious...

How on earth did this guy manage to find Avalon under the wrong coordinates?

She leaned back in the cold chair and closed her eyes.

Unconsciously tapping his knees with his fingertips, he waited anxiously.

Lin Gui returned to Blackwater City as night fell.

When he had finished receiving all the "guests"...

The dawn had already illuminated the desolate ruins.

The system notification sound had long since fallen silent.

The reply and acceptance rate has remained steadily at 100%.

He finally received the reward he had been waiting for.

Magic extraction.

This time, it's different from the past.

He will randomly draw from the mid-tier magic pool.

Intermediate-level magic is of great significance to any mage.

This means real lethality, real battlefield tactics.

This means that one can call oneself a magician, rather than a novice apprentice magician who is even inferior to a commoner.

This also means that within the Adventurers' Guild, they will finally be able to get a proper look at them.

They could also be noticed by other novice adventurer groups.

The number of replies this time was extremely large, totaling more than four thousand.

Lin Gui was confident that he could at least cast a mid-level spell...

Stack up to the maximum proficiency level.

The extraction process takes place in consciousness.

It was still the familiar swirling light.

It was the familiar system notification sound again.

Then, the first thing to appear was a bunch of basic spells.

Lin Gui was not surprised.

Upgrading the magic pool simply involves adding intermediate-level magic to the existing basic magic pool.

He glanced at the basic spells briefly, without lingering for long.

Aside from the spatial marking and the increased proficiency in the Soul Attachment Technique, which are worth noting, there's nothing else particularly noteworthy.

Lin Gui's gaze was fixed on the intermediate-level magic behind him.

The first intermediate-level spell.

[Intermediate Water Magic: Water Prison]

[Effect: Condenses the target with water; the strength increases with the amount of magic applied.]

the second:

[Intermediate Earth Magic: Earth Collapse]

[Effect: Localized ground subsidence, limited area.]

The third:

[Intermediate Wind Magic: Wind Pressure Blast]

[Effect: Compressed air is ejected; the impact force is acceptable.]

Lin Gui frowned slightly.

rotten.

It's terrible.

Even if it can be cast without chanting, the damage is still less than Shadow Assassin when stacked up.

He looked at the last three mid-tier rewards.

The light freezes in time, and the information emerges.

Upon first glance, Lin Gui gave the same assessment as the three spells mentioned above.

Rotten, useless.

but.......

If you look at them all together...

It's quite subtle.

Lin Gui believed that the power was at least extraordinary.

You might even stumble upon the edge of legendary magic.

In particular, two of the intermediate spells are at full proficiency.

only......

When they come together, they can inflict high damage on the enemy, as well as on themselves.

He might end up killing himself before he can kill the enemy.