Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

After seeing Elvia off, Lin Gui stayed in Dragonbone City for a week.

By the fourth day, no one was coming to mail letters anymore.

But he stayed for three more days.

The flyer clearly stated that the post office's deadline for accepting mail was seven days.

Once it's written, there's no going back.

He didn't have any free time during those three days.

During the day, I went to inspect the large warehouses that I had bought a few days earlier.

There are three rooms in the east of the city, two rooms in the south of the city, and one largest room in the west of the city.

It is so large that it occupies one percent of the area of ​​Dragonbone City.

They were all bought when housing prices plummeted, so it didn't cost much.

The warehouse was empty, covered in a thick layer of dust.

Lin Gui stood at the door for a while, then turned around, locked the door, and said nothing.

In the afternoon, he went to Dragon Bone Mountain.

Retrace the previously explored route, record the demon's movements, and see if there are any new changes.

The messenger's winding route on the map.

He revised and supplemented it again and again, and the annotations became denser and denser.

After three days, he had memorized the surrounding mountains, valleys, streams, and even every boulder that could hide a person.

Meanwhile, in Dragonbone City, those mailing letters were also silently watching the post office.

The leaflet said that mail delivery would begin in seven days.

When will that powerful transport team arrive?

What would those legendary mages who, like them, came from humble backgrounds but became powerful be like?

Some people take a look at the post office every day when they pass by.

Someone was standing across the street, pretending to buy something, but their eyes kept glancing this way out of the corner of their eye.

Everyone was very curious about what the powerful mage looked like.

But it wasn't until the morning of the seventh day that he turned his attention back to the post office.

There is no transport fleet.

There are no legendary mages.

There are no extraordinary experts.

Even the little mage who received the mail, whom they thought was just doing odd jobs for the transport team, has disappeared.

There was only one more sign at the entrance.

Wooden, handwritten, the handwriting is messy but clear:

[Email sent; expected return in six months.]

Please drop your mail into the mailbox at the entrance.

Next to the sign stood a dozen or so mailboxes.

The onlookers were stunned for a long time.

More and more people looked over curiously, surrounding the sign in silence.

A middle-aged man scratched his head, breaking the silence:

"You're... leaving already?"

"What about the powerful transport fleet?"

A young man nearby chimed in:

"They probably entered the city last night and took the letter and the mail carrier with them."

An adventurer-looking man stared at the words on the wooden sign, his tone somewhat strange:

"A six-month round trip, that's pretty normal, about the same as the Golden Adventurer Group. I thought the transport team would be faster."

"That's not how it works."

A person who seemed to have more experience shook his head.

"The transport teams are generally slower than the Golden Adventurer Groups. After all, the supplies they carry are extremely heavy, weighing hundreds of tons, so they simply can't go fast."

"Then... when will the letter I sent to my brother, the one destined for Baiya City, arrive?"

"Um, it usually takes about seven days for a Gold Adventurer Group, but for a transport team, it might take about fourteen days."

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, their voices low, their tone filled with anticipation, yet tinged with uncertainty.

What they didn't know was...

While they were discussing how long it would take for the letters to arrive, the first batch of letters had already been delivered.

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Baiya City.

Adventurers' Guild.

Compared to the dilapidated guild hall in Dragonbone City, the one in White Cliff City was much larger.

As a transit city-state in the transportation network, it was bustling with caravans and adventurers.

Even the guild hall has three floors.

But at this moment, the lobby on the first floor was packed with people.

A group of novice adventurers led a group of terrified refugees and civilians through the doorway.

The originally spacious hall was crammed together like a tin can.

Outside the guild gate, a hot female mage frowned and disdainfully avoided a newbie who squeezed past her.

That guy had just dragged a filthy homeless man from the street corner and was excitedly pushing him into the lobby.

The female monk stepped aside, covered her nose with a handkerchief, and went up the stairs to the second floor.

Her companion, a tall soldier, leaned against the railing.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the smoke drifting above his head.

The female monk walked over, braced her hands on the railing, and looked down.

"What happened?"

The soldier exhaled a puff of smoke and nodded his chin toward the first floor.

"Someone's come along who's throwing money around."

"That made those newbies incredibly happy."

The female mage followed his gaze.

In the center of the lobby on the first floor, a black-haired mage sat behind a makeshift table.

Paper and pen were laid out in front of him, and a stack of letters was piled up beside him.

Every time he called out a name, a novice adventurer would pull a bewildered old man from the crowd and push him to the table.

The black-haired monk asked a few questions and then bowed his head to register.

Then they slipped a letter and a leaflet into the old man's hands.

The silver coins were then stuffed into the hands of the novice adventurers.

The novice adventurer grinned, dragged the old man out again, and disappeared through the doorway.

One name after another.

A combination of novice adventurers and veterans.

Silver coins, letters, and leaflets were sent out one after another.

The female mage raised an eyebrow and tapped the railing lightly twice with her fingers.

Having been an adventurer here for so many years, this was the first time she had ever seen such a scene.

It's a bit... weird.

"What are they doing?"

"Looks like they're looking for someone." The soldier flicked off his cigarette ash and shifted his position, leaning back.

"That guy came from Dragonbone City; he's here to deliver a message."

"One silver coin will be given for each recipient found."

The female mage whistled, a playful smile playing on her lips.

"Wow, no wonder these newbies are so excited."

"It only costs one silver coin to find one person; finding ten will be enough for them to have a good meal."

"That's not all."

The soldier took a leaflet out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"He also plans to open a post office here, charging seven copper coins for a letter."

The female mage took the flyer and glanced at it.

When he saw the three big characters "Seven Copper Coins" on the flyer, his eyebrows rose even higher.

She looked down at the black-haired monk on the first floor, her eyes now scrutinizing him.

"What new type of fraud?"

The soldier shook his head, a look of anticipation playing on his lips, and put the cigarette back in his mouth.

"I don't know, but this guy won't have a good ending."

He gestured towards the corner of the hall with his lip.

"That guy Mellen has already gone to tattle, just wait and see."

The female monk followed his gaze and smiled.

She leaned forward slightly, her hands on the railing, her tone tinged with schadenfreude.

"That's true, by doing this he's taking away other people's livelihoods."

Mail delivery orders have always been highly sought-after in the transportation industry.

Despite the high price, the risk is much lower than other entrustments of transporting goods or people.

No member of a Golden Adventurer's Guild who can handle transport commissions would refuse a delivery order.

Including female mages.

But the female mage, who had been an adventurer in White Cliff City for so many years and had made three transport missions.

I have never received a mail delivery request.

The delivery of messages to Baiya City had long been monopolized by a single Golden Adventurer Guild.

Behind that adventurer group stood several high-ranking nobles from the city.

It is said that he also has the background of the city lord.

A visiting mage, seven copper coins for a letter?

This isn't delivering a message; it's throwing stones into someone's rice bowl.

The female monk watched with interest as the black-haired monk downstairs was still registering with his head down.

One can almost imagine the future of the other party being brutally beaten and then thrown out of Baiya City.