Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

On the high platform, Lord Adams held a wine glass and smiled happily.

He turned to the person next to him and said something, and that person laughed along.

They laughed easily and naturally.

Elvia stood behind the Forest Ghost.

She looked at the people tied to the stakes, at the apathetic crowd throwing firewood, and at the nobles laughing and joking on the platform.

Her face was expressionless.

She had seen this scene many times in Carter's capital.

She had witnessed the burning of rebels at the stake more than once.

Sometimes she stands on a high platform, sometimes she stands at a distance and looks.

She never felt that anything was wrong.

Those rebels deserved to die.

They threatened the rule of the royal family.

It threatened her safety.

But today... she looked at Lin Gui's back.

Lin Gui stood there, motionless.

He didn't move forward, nor did he throw away the firewood.

They did not back down.

He just stood there and watched.

Elvia became worried.

She was afraid that Lin Gui wouldn't be able to hold back.

I was afraid he would rush forward, afraid he would make a move, afraid he would be exposed.

She moved closer to him and lowered her voice:

"Lin Gui..."

Lin Gui did not respond.

He stood there, looking at the people tied to the stakes.

His face was expressionless.

There was no anger, no sadness, no hatred in those black eyes.

There was nothing there.

It's like a stagnant pool.

Elvia looked at his profile and felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside her.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

The torch was thrown into the pile of firewood.

Flames suddenly shot up with a "boom".

The orange-red light illuminated the entire square.

The heat hit me, accompanied by the crackling sound of burning wood.

And the burnt smell of meat.

Those tied to the stakes began to scream in agony.

But their vocal cords were damaged, and they could not produce sound.

All it could do was open its mouth, struggle, and stare wide-eyed.

Flames licked at their clothes, and their skin began to blister, turn black, and crack.

Some people writhed in the flames, like charred worms.

Some people quickly fell silent, heads bowed, their hair burning.

Some people struggle until the flames engulf them completely.

On the high platform, the nobles laughed even more heartily.

Someone raised their glass and toasted in the direction of the flames.

Someone covered their nose with a handkerchief, frowned in disgust, but their eyes remained fixed on the flames.

Someone turned to talk to the person next to them, the smile on their face never fading.

The people in the audience had their heads down; some were trembling, some were shedding tears, and some were expressionless.

No one speaks.

No one looked up.

No one was looking at the people being burned to death.

The flames burned for a long time.

Until those struggling, writhing, and screaming bodies stopped moving.

The firewood burned to ashes, and the flames gradually diminished and went out.

Hundreds of charred corpses were removed from the wooden stakes.

Some of them had already burned to charcoal and crumbled at the slightest touch.

Some still resemble human figures, curled up with limbs twisted.

The city defense troops dragged them along like bags of garbage.

It left black marks on the ground.

The bodies were piled on a cart and taken away.

The square was filled with the smell of burning, which lingered for a long time.

On the high platform, Lord Adams stood up.

He straightened his collar and walked to the front of the stage.

The smile from before still lingered on his chubby face.

He cleared his throat, his voice loud enough to carry throughout the entire square:

"Citizens of Baiya City..."

"Today, we have executed a group of traitors who attempted to overthrow the city-state and destroy our good life."

"They colluded with the remnants of the Spark Alliance, attempting to drag our White Cliff City into war and chaos."

"Their crimes are unforgivable."

His gaze swept over the audience, who were dressed in shabby clothes and looked exhausted.

"I, as your city lord..."

"I assure you."

"Anyone who attempts to disrupt the peace and unity of Baiya City..."

"No matter who he is, no matter what forces are behind him..."

"They will all be subject to the most severe punishment."

His voice suddenly became impassioned.

"What we must protect is the hard-won prosperous life of our Baiya City!"

"It is the home of each and every one of us!"

"It is the future of our children and grandchildren!"

No one responded from the audience.

The people, dressed in tattered clothes, simply kept their heads down.

No one applauded, no one cheered.

No one spoke.

The city lord's smile froze for a moment.

But he recovered quickly and continued:

"Here, I want to specifically mention..."

His gaze fell upon the crowd.

It landed on Lin Gui.

Those eyes held a hint of coldness and displeasure.

His voice didn't stop, but his tone changed:

"The mage from the transport team behind the 7-copper-coin post office..."

"I've heard a little about his story."

"From humble beginnings to becoming a powerful and legendary mage..."

"This experience is truly both pitiful and admirable."

He paused.

"but……"

His voice rose a few decibels.

"I hope that the comrade in charge of the transport team..."

"His ability is so powerful that it can traverse the wilderness..."

"Don't waste time on..."

"Send a letter to those lowly people who only waste the city's food."

His smile remained, but his eyes were cold.

"It would be better to use your abilities in more suitable areas."

"for example……"

"To those nobles who tirelessly work day and night for the people..."

"Provide services".

He turned his head and looked at Lin Gui.

The smile on his face deepened.

"certainly……"

"We won't use it for nothing."

"The compensation will be extremely generous."

"It was those lowly commoners who contributed seven copper coins..."

"It's simply incomparable."

Several nobles nearby nodded in agreement.

Their gazes also fell on Lin Gui.

Some people squinted, some smiled, and some were expressionless.

But in those gazes, there was the same thing... hostility.

A powerful and legendary mage mingled with commoners and refugees.

To associate with the pests of those city-states.

This in itself is an insult.

He shouldn't be there.

He should be with them.

Services should be provided to the nobility.

This is where he should be.

Lin Gui stood in the crowd, and everyone around him had their heads down.

They glanced at him furtively, their eyes filled with expectation, helplessness, and sighs.

They know.

The city lord's words were very clear.

The nobles' meaning was quite clear.

A post office costing 7 copper coins...

It's possible that it won't be open to them again tomorrow.

That's what they think.

That's what the nobles thought.

Those displaced people who sent letters thought the same thing.

They walked away slowly, heads bowed and sighing, amidst the burnt smell.

No one thought that the seven-copper-coin post office would stay open.

However, very soon, just minutes after the trial ended.

Baiya City, main street.

A new wooden sign stands at the entrance of the 7-coin post office, which reads:

[Send two and get one free, send more and get more! 】

[You can team up with friends and family to share the bill; three people go together, one person gets a free meal!]

[This is a rare opportunity, so send yours quickly!]

[A complimentary glass of chilled ale will be given to each customer who orders via mail.]

The handwriting is crooked and obviously handwritten.

But each character was written very large, as if he wanted everyone on the street to be able to see it.

Everyone who saw the sign was stunned.