Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Seven Copper Coins Post Office, Dragonbone City Branch, Opening Day.

It was the sixth day since Lin Gui arrived in Dragonbone City.

In the early morning, the faint sunlight shines through the peaks of Dragon Bone Mountain onto this small town.

A large crowd had already gathered in front of the two-story building at the city gate.

There were adventurers wearing tattered leather armor, blacksmiths wearing aprons, women holding children, and old men leaning on canes.

They stood at the doorway, looking at the handwritten sign, and whispering among themselves.

"Is this the place?"

"Yes, this is the place mentioned on the flyer."

"Seven copper coins for a letter, really?"

"We'll know when the door opens."

The sunlight grew brighter and brighter, shining on the wooden door of the post office.

The door opened on time.

A black-haired mage walked out from inside, holding a rolled-up map in his hand.

"Make way, make way."

As he spoke, he pushed through the crowd and walked to the notice board on the left side of the entrance.

It was a large wooden board nailed to the wall, coated with a layer of varnish to prevent moisture and insects.

He unfolded the map and laid it on the wooden board.

People around gathered around, staring curiously at the picture.

This is an enlarged map of the southern part of the Akara continent.

Mountains, rivers, cities, and forests were all clearly marked with ink of different colors.

The monk took out a thumbtack from his pocket and then a roll of thin hemp rope.

Under the curious gaze of the surrounding residents, he pinned the first thumbtack onto the map.

Dragonbone City.

The thumbtack pierced the map and stuck into the wooden board with a soft "thud".

Then he pulled out the hemp rope and tied it to the second thumbtack.

The second thumbtack was placed on the east side of the Southern Tundra.

Baiya City.

He continued.

One thumbtack after another was hammered in, and one piece of hemp rope after another was pulled out.

A long journey was outlined on the map.

[7 Copper Coin Post Office, Second Long-Distance Mail Delivery Route: Dragonbone City (Origin) → Thousand Towers City (Transit) → Red Desert (Final Destination)]

The detailed route is as follows:

[Dragonbone City → Southern Tundra (East) → White Cliff City → Whispering Canyon → Watchtower → Western Deadwood Wasteland (Forbidden Zone) → Deadwood Town → Eastern Deadwood Wasteland (Forbidden Zone) → Serpent's Ridge → Copper Gate City → Twilight Woods → Poplar Keep → Cursed Swamp → Greenwood Court → Bone Highlands (Forbidden Zone) → Thousand Towers City → Crimson Plateau → Twin Springs Oasis → Emberstone Plains → Yellow Sand Court → Ash Rift (Forbidden Zone) → Seabuckthorn Hills → Red Earth Territory → Red Earth Desert (Forbidden Zone)]

With the last thumbtack driven in, the rope tightened.

From Dragonbone City to the Red Desert, a winding line passes through tundra, canyons, wastelands, woodlands, swamps, highlands, and deserts.

The route, which passes through more than a dozen city-states and spans tens of thousands of kilometers, is presented straightforwardly.

Those around them were dumbfounded.

Lin Gui turned around and looked at the crowd of people who had gathered around to watch from behind.

He took a deep breath and shouted:

"The Seven Copper Coin Post Office, Dragonbone City Branch, officially opens today!"

"A second delivery route has also been opened!"

"Starting in Dragonbone City, ending in Red Desert!"

"Seven copper coins per letter! We only accept letter delivery; we do not accept cargo shipments at this time!"

"We welcome your submissions!"

The atmosphere instantly fell silent.

For a long time, no one made a sound.

The residents gathered in front of the notice board.

They stared wide-eyed at the winding line on the map.

A middle-aged adventurer wearing tattered leather armor was the first to speak:

"This...this route is impossible for even the strongest Gold Adventurer Group in Dragonbone City to complete."

Several people nearby nodded in agreement.

"A barren wasteland? That's forbidden territory!"

"The Cursed Swamp too, I've heard those nasty guys mention it."

"Without a superb priest, don't even think about getting through there."

"Not to mention the Bone Highlands, that's where the Scourge broke out 20 years ago."

"Back then, many mages died in the City of a Thousand Towers in order to suppress that massacre, and I heard that even the tower master died there."

Someone stared at the red dot at the very end of the map, their voice trembling.

"Red Desert..."

"Isn't that the most terrifying forbidden area in the eastern part of the borderlands?"

"I heard from a passing Golden Adventurer Group that that place is among the top ten in the Forbidden Zone."

"To date, no one has ever survived a time travel."

A young adventurer swallowed hard and whispered:

"Forget about time travel, even getting close would be difficult."

Lin Gui listened to the discussions and began to explain:

"We've only reached the edge of the red desert."

"It won't go deep."

What he didn't say was that the red desert was not the end at all.

The real destination is Karan, located after crossing the red desert.

But he won't write that place on the notice board.

From the crowd, an adventurer who looked a bit older stepped forward and tentatively asked.

"Sir, may I ask what your rank is?"

Lin Gui glanced at him.

"High-ranking official"

The surrounding area instantly erupted in chaos.

"High-ranking official?"

"I've heard that the minimum standard for crossing the wilderness is to be extraordinary."

"Judging by this route, it's probably more than just extraordinary, isn't it?"

"Only a legendary figure could probably do that."

A flood of criticism came in.

Lin Gui had anticipated this.

He waited until the sounds subsided a little before speaking:

"The Seven Copper Coin Post Office is not under my responsibility for delivery."

He paused for a moment, then started rambling.

"It is a transport team dedicated to delivering mail to the vast majority of people at the bottom of society, and it is responsible for the delivery."

"The one leading the transport team is a legendary mid-rank mage."

"The members of the transport team are all at least mid-level extraordinary powerhouses."

"So, everyone, there's no need to worry."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Then someone asked:

"A legendary mid-tier mage? Why would he do something like this?"

"That's right, don't those important figures only do things after giving gifts to nobles?"

"How could they possibly help us deliver the message?"

Lin Gui looked at the questioning faces and remained silent for a while.

Then he began to tell a story.

"The captain of that transport team was born in a very remote small town."

"My family was very poor, and my parents committed suicide because of the oppression of the nobility."

"It was his older sister who raised him with great difficulty, working from dawn till dusk."

"To support his studies in the magical city, his sister went to work in a faraway place."

"Before he left, his sister said she would write to him."

"But he waited for 10 years and didn't receive a single letter."

He always thought his sister had forgotten him, that she had abandoned him.

"Until later, he became a powerful mage and the leader of a powerful transport caravan."

"I only found out when I passed through my sister's city-state."

"I actually wrote many, many letters."

"But my sister doesn't have the money to send these letters out."

"Those letters were all piled up in my sister's shack, which had long since become a homeless settlement, and were covered in dust."

"And the letter also contained the gold coins that my sister had saved up over the years by overworking herself to support him in studying magic in the magic city."

"And...the will he left behind before he died of illness."

"The book is full of her obsession with her younger brother."

"That day, his cries could be heard throughout the entire refugee community."

"Having fought his way up from the bottom, he has long since honed himself into a ruthless adventurer."

"That day, the members of the transport team saw their tough captain cry like that for the first time."

"It was as if I was going to cry out all the tears I had been holding back for more than 3 years."

Lin Gui's voice was deep, as if he had been right next to the transport team leader and witnessed it firsthand.

He silently wiped away the tears that had been shed during the creation of the water-making technique, and sighed with emotion.

"From that time on, he made a vow."

"We want to make it possible for everyone who wants to send a letter to do so."

"Every letter must be delivered to where it is meant to be."

"No matter how far or remote the place is."

The surroundings became quiet.

Those dissenting voices disappeared at some point.

Some people lowered their heads, some turned their faces away, and some wiped the corner of their eyes with the back of their hands.

A woman holding a child had tears in her eyes.

An old adventurer with a full beard moved his lips, but no words came out.

The young adventurer stared blankly at Lin Gui, his expression changing.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Then, an old man stepped out from the crowd.

He was wearing faded coarse cloth clothes and holding a letter in his hand.

The envelope was old, with frayed edges and some blurry writing.

He walked up to Lin Gui and handed him the letter.

My hands are shaking.

"I...I want to send a letter."

His voice was hoarse.

"Go...go to Baiya City."

"Send it to my son."

"The Demon God descended to earth over forty years ago. I just want to know, is he still alive?"

Lin Gui took the letter.

Without asking any further questions, I simply nodded.

"Seven copper coins."

The old man took out seven copper coins from his pocket, counted them one by one, and placed them in Lin Gui's palm.

Then he took a step back, looking at the letter in Lin Gui's hand, as if he had put down something very heavy.

Then another person stepped out from the crowd.

Another person.

Another person.

Then the line started to form.

The line stretched from the post office entrance all the way to the street corner.

And the story of that transport team leader is truly touching.

With the opening of the post office, the news spread throughout Dragonbone City.

The news also reached the Adventurers' Guild.

This was heard by a blond adventurer who had just handed over a commission and was looking disdainfully at the few silver coins in his palm.