Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Inside the post office, Lin Gui had specially set aside a rest area.

Several long benches were placed against the wall, with a low table in the middle. On the table were a jug of cheap beer and several rough earthenware cups.

The alcohol is free, one drink per person.

That wine-loving ghost tried it once; it was sour, astringent, and pungent, with a strong aftereffect. One sip almost killed him.

But for these people who are used to eating black bread all year round, it is a rare treat.

After queuing up and receiving their letters, the guests sat on the benches with their wine glasses in hand, sipping their drinks one sip at a time.

Once the alcohol kicks in, I start talking more.

"It's really hard to live in this world."

A middle-aged man with a full beard took a swig of wine and wiped his mouth.

"I worked in the quarry for eight years, and my wages never went up, while the noblemen came and went."

A thin old man next to him chimed in:

"It's good enough to have work at all. My son works as a porter at the transport guild. He broke his leg last month, and the foreman just threw five silver coins at him and sent him away. Five silver coins isn't even enough to pay for his medicine."

"Then you guys are actually pretty good."

A young woman was holding a child, her voice very low.

"The girl from the tailor shop on West Street caught the eye of a knight from the north of the city, and she was kidnapped that very night. Her mother went to demand her return, but it's been a week, and we still haven't seen her."

Lin Gui sat behind the counter, sorting through the letters as he listened.

He had heard these words far too many times.

I've heard it in New Testament City, in Caran City, and in the capital of Carter.

Every city-state was the same: the nobles indulged in extravagance while the lower classes struggled to survive.

But there are also useful things hidden in complaints.

Some people said that the quarry in the south of the city had suddenly closed down recently, leaving hundreds of people without a way to make a living.

Someone mentioned that a new batch of goods had arrived at the dock, and the workers unloading the goods had been driven away and replaced with unfamiliar faces.

Some people were whispering that the warehouses in the east of the city were recently filled with grain, but the market price of grain had actually increased by 30%.

Lin Gui memorized this information.

The last customer didn't leave until 8 p.m.

Lin Gui got up and closed the door, the wooden door making a dull thud behind him.

The post office fell silent, with only the magic stone emitting a faint glow.

He returned to the counter and began sorting through the mail he had received that day.

More than two hundred letters, fewer than in Dragonbone City, but still not bad.

I sorted everything into the mailman's backpack, and by the time I finished, it was almost nine o'clock.

Lin Gui stretched and planned to go back to his room to study magic.

Although the messenger system allows him to acquire new spells and proficiency without deliberate practice, it only applies to intermediate and lower-level spells.

He is a high-level mage, but he still needs to figure out high-level magic on his own.

For example, my Wind Listening Technique still hasn't reached the maximum proficiency level.

Moreover, with his current magical control and understanding of the elements, he is even confident that he can cast extraordinary magic beyond his level.

But he doesn't plan to learn it.

Extraordinary magic is powerful, but it also consumes a lot of energy.

A few shots would be enough to drain him dry; for someone like him who relies on stealth and mobility, it's too useless.

It's more practical to master high-level magic.

Lin Gui tidied up his desk and was about to go upstairs.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door, three knocks, neither too loud nor too soft.

Lin Gui's hand stopped on the stair railing.

He listened intently for a while, but all he could hear outside the door was the sound of the night wind.

There were no footsteps, no breathing, and no hushed conversations.

Lin Gui didn't rush to open the door.

He chanted softly, and gold magic gathered at his fingertips, then converged on the alchemical raven he took out from his storage space.

The raven's metallic feathers gleamed coldly under the magic stone.

He pushed open a side window, and the raven glided out silently.

The street outside the post office was deserted, and the moonlight made the stone pavement appear white.

The raven circled once in the air, landed on the opposite rooftop, and turned to look at the post office entrance.

A figure completely wrapped up was squatting in front of the door.

Their faces were obscured, and it was impossible to tell if they were male or female. Their robes were wide and large, and their hoods were pulled down low.

The man placed something on the threshold, stood up, and turned to disappear into the alleyway beside him.

They moved quickly, as if afraid of being discovered.

The raven followed, but the man had already disappeared into the depths of the alley, leaving not a trace.

Lin Gui retrieved the raven, walked to the door, and opened it.

Then they saw a letter on the threshold.

There was no sealing wax, no markings, and not even the recipient's name was written on it.

The letter envelope had only one line of text:

Please pass this on to that legendary mage who rose from humble beginnings and toiled for the common people.

Lin Gui: "..."

He stood there stunned for several seconds before bending down to pick up the letter.

I sat down at the counter and tore open the envelope.

Inside was a poster, the paper rough, with ink stains on the edges, as if it were printed by hand.

Lin Gui unfolded the document and glanced at it.

Then his brows furrowed.

To all those who refuse to be slaves

Do you know why some people eat swill while others pour fine wine down the drain?

Do you know why some people toil their entire lives and still can't afford a burial plot, while others are born owning an entire city-state?

Do you know why the banners of city-state alliances are adorned with words like "unity," "order," and "prosperity," while your bowl contains only moldy bread?

Because this city-state never belonged to you.

Nobles feast on your sweat, knights trample on your dignity, and merchants drain your lifeblood.

And you, you can only kneel and thank them for sparing your life.

However, kneeling is never the only posture.

[Snake Ridge, Moonlight Valley, February 10th, Dark Ages 43.]

We are here to discuss important matters.

After reading it, Lin Gui leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice.

He never expected that the story he made up would actually attract the rebels.

It seems the story I made up really resonated with people.

Actually, Lin Gui was not surprised at all by the rebels.

In this era where human life is disregarded, it would be strange if there weren't rebel groups emerging.

However, for a long time, the alliance has been powerful and has engaged in bloody suppression.

It has already numbed those who harbor rebellious thoughts.

They even willingly accept oppression and exploitation.

This resulted in almost no large-scale insurgent activity.

Caesar of Carter's capital is the largest and strongest rebel army that Lin Gui has seen since Starfire.

But the leaflet in front of us is even more vehement than Caesar's, and its demands are more extreme.

He looked towards the end, wondering which group of homeless people, who didn't want to live, was planning to cause trouble.

However, when he saw who had invited him, he was instantly stunned.

Inviter: President of Spark Ember.

Sivir Vera.

Looking at the name, Lin Gui silently clenched the flyer.

Three years have passed since that incident.

Are they still not planning to stop?