Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui's dark night veil could cover up the restless sound of the flaming blades gathering.

However, it could not cover the entire gathering place.

Although the hyena fangs' gathering place is relatively remote, there are still people living around it.

Lin Gui's Flaming Blade killed the enemy instantly before the enemy could even scream.

However, the destructive noise caused by the impact on the walls and beams was very loud.

The sound of shattered stones and falling timbers carried far into the night.

There were already rustling sounds coming from outside.

Some people were whispering among themselves, while others were tentatively moving closer.

Lin Gui knew he couldn't stay any longer.

After sweeping away all the valuables in the gathering place.

He returned to the lobby on the first floor, took one last look at the corpses and pools of blood on the floor, opened the door, and walked out.

A night breeze carrying a faint fishy smell brushed against his face. He slipped into the alley and disappeared into the darkness.

Not long after Lin Gui left.

A few thugs who lived nearby mustered their courage and pushed open the door of Hyena's Fang.

The leader held up an oil lamp, the light shining into it and illuminating the corpses and blood scattered on the ground.

The wall was covered with dense cut marks.

Broken beams, tables and chairs cut into pieces.

The oil lamp slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, and shattered.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The two people behind him collapsed to the ground, their legs too weak to stand up.

"Quickly...quickly report...report to the Dalton family..."

Some people ran all the way to the noble district of Baiya City.

He stumbled and almost fell several times.

Day two.

The atmosphere inside Baiya City was far more oppressive than usual.

At the same time, it also carried a hint of undercurrent of excitement.

The news of Hyena Fang's destruction spread like wildfire throughout the city.

The Golden Adventurer Guild that had been running rampant in White Cliff City for nearly ten years.

The hyena's fang, backed by the Dalton family and untouchable by anyone.

Overnight, more than forty people, from top to bottom, all died.

When the news reached the streets, some people couldn't believe it, some cheered in hushed tones, and some hid at home, too afraid to go out.

Many people are speculating about who destroyed Hyena Fang.

The Dalton family's attempt to silence them? That's unlikely.

Hyena Fang is their dog. If you kill the dog, who will do the dirty work for them?

Perhaps it was retaliation from some powerful figure.

Hyena Fang was used to being rampant, bullying civilians, robbing caravans, and kidnapping girls.

You always end up offending the wrong people unintentionally.

It is only natural to pay a bloody price for this.

But those adventurers who are very familiar with the various forces in White Cliff City.

But their gaze shifted to the newly opened shop on the inner side of the main street.

Seven Copper Coins Post Office, Baiyacheng Branch.

Inside the window, behind the counter.

A black-haired mage was leaning lazily against the back of a chair.

Several sheets of paper were spread out in front of him, and he was holding a pen in his hand.

They had an extremely deep understanding of the various factions within the city and the Hyena Fang.

It couldn't have been the work of the powerful aristocracy.

Those powerful figures who wanted to deal with Hyena Fang would have acted long ago; they wouldn't have waited until today.

The most likely.

This is the one who opened the Seven Copper Coins Post Office.

Outsiders who have a direct conflict of interest with Hyena Fang.

They certainly understood that a high-level mage could not possibly destroy the entire Hyena Fang.

But the fact that the other party had made Cohen leave in disgrace made everything possible.

The sound of orderly footsteps came from the street corner.

A group of knights came from the end of the main street, their iron boots making a dull sound as they stepped on the stone pavement.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing full plate armor.

The helmet was tucked under his arm, revealing a sharply defined face with eyes as cold and hard as iron.

The surrounding civilians and refugees scattered in fear.

Some people went straight into the alley, while others walked away quickly with their heads down.

Several customers at the post office entrance hurriedly retreated to the side.

An adventurer recognized the knight and raised an eyebrow.

"Victor, the Knight Commander of the Dalton family."

The person next to him whispered, "The strongest person in Baiya City, a transcendent being."

"Even he came..."

Several gold-level adventurers stood under the eaves of a building across the street, watching this scene from afar.

The tall soldier, who had a cigarette in his mouth, took it out and squinted.

"It seems the Dalton family also cares about this matter."

The female mage Selena stood beside him, her eyes sparkling, her face filled with excitement.

Her gaze passed over the knights and landed on the black-haired mage behind the post office window.

"This guy's background is definitely not simple," she whispered.

……

Inside the post office.

Lin Gui was tidying up the letters on the table without even looking up.

"Next."

The sound of a piece of armor being placed on the table.

It was made of iron and very heavy; the tabletop creaked under its weight.

Lin Gui raised his head.

A middle-aged man wearing full plate armor stood in front of the counter, looking down at him.

Four knights stood behind him, their hands on their sword hilts, their gazes cold and hard.

"You killed Hyena Fang."

Victor's voice was low, but every word was like a hammer slamming into a chopping board.

He didn't use a question; he used a declarative sentence.

An invisible sense spread out from him, like a net, covering Lin Gui's entire body.

It was the oppressive force of a superior being, carrying scrutiny, probing, and warning.

Lin Gui did not stop him.

He unleashed his magic with equanimity.

A gentle ripple of high-level magical energy spread between the two.

He met Victor's gaze, his tone indifferent.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I also don't know what you mean by hyena fangs."

Victor frowned.

He personally went to the gathering place of the Hyena Fangs.

Those cuts, those charred wounds, those marks of a fatal blow.

The killer's strength was definitely above his.

He has risen to an extraordinary level; only legends surpass him.

The mage before them was a high-ranking, superior mage.

It couldn't be him.

But Victor's gaze slowly swept across the post office.

Counter, chairs, mail delivery route map nailed to the wall, and letters neatly stacked on the table.

An outsider, just arrived in Baiya City.

They clashed with Hyena Fang, and then Hyena Fang was destroyed.

This can't possibly be just a coincidence.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Lin Gui again, his voice turning colder.

"No one may open a mail service without the city lord's permission."

He paused, his tone carrying an undisguised warning.

"This is the rule of Baiya City."

Lin Gui chuckled.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was particularly jarring in the quiet post office.

The knights behind him changed their expressions and took a step forward, their hands on their sword hilts.

Victor raised his hand to stop them.

He stared at Lin Gui, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"What do you mean?"

Lin Gui leaned back in his chair, a lingering smile still playing on his lips.

"Mail delivery falls under the category of transportation commissioning and is subject to the jurisdiction of the transportation association."

"This is a written law passed by the Alliance Council, which supersedes the laws of all city-states that have joined the Alliance."

His tone was calm, as if he were reciting a passage he had long memorized.

"May I take into account what you just said?"

"The rulers of the city-state behind you want to break free from the alliance's control?"

He paused, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice.

"Or perhaps you're planning a rebellion?"

His gaze was calm as he looked at Victor.

"Just like the spark three years ago."

The taboo name floated out of that mouth like a needle falling to the ground.

Victor's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.