Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui looked down at his unchanging attire and sighed.

He was well aware of the hierarchy of discrimination between wandering monks and officially registered monks.

The mages in the official ranks consider themselves orthodox, having learned legitimate magic.

Standard chanting method, complete magic loop, authentic inheritance system.

Both the stability of spellcasting and the power of magic.

They're all much better than that half-baked wandering mage.

It's somewhat like the difference between a licensed doctor and an unlicensed quack in the countryside.

However, it cannot be denied that there is some truth to this.

Many powerful extraordinary and legendary magic spells.

They are basically monopolized by grand mages or mage families and cannot be released.

Most of the versions available on the market are the stripped-down versions.

Not only does it consume a lot of magic power, but its power is also incomparable to the original.

This discrimination reached its peak after the magical city enacted the rule that "wandering mages cannot stay for long."

The wandering mage could not stay in the city of a thousand towers.

They are even less able to enter the symbol of magicians—the Magic Guild.

Even with the legendary mage Freya leading the way, it probably wouldn't work.

After all, the object of that regulation was the rule set by that epic supreme being.

It seems I really need to change my clothes.

After a brief farewell to Freya, he walked to a corner.

He took out a pile of clothes that Elvia had picked out for him from the storage space.

He took off his faded wizard's outfit and put it into his storage space.

She changed into new clothes.

It wasn't anything fancy.

He wore just ordinary dark trousers and a light gray shirt.

The sleeves were rolled up to the forearms, revealing the well-defined wrists.

He wore a black casual jacket over his clothes, which was well-tailored.

There were no robes, no staff.

There are no magic crystals, no runes.

The person in the mirror is just an ordinary young man with black hair and black eyes.

He looked down to make sure there were no signs of a magician before walking out of the corner.

Freya waited at the street corner.

She was stunned when Lin Gui, dressed in a completely new outfit, appeared in front of her.

My gaze lingered on him for a few more seconds.

Lin Gui wasn't exactly handsome.

His facial features were well-proportioned, and his eyebrows and eyes were clean.

But his rare black hair and black eyes added to his exotic charm.

His black hair was slightly messy, with a few strands hanging down in front of his forehead.

His black eyes were calm and deep, like two bottomless wells.

Paired with that simple and neat casual outfit.

He looked like a traveler from a distant city-state.

Clean, reserved, with a hint of inexplicable distance.

Freya couldn't help but take another look.

Then she spoke.

"Very handsome."

After saying that, she froze.

Her hand unconsciously rose and gently covered her lips.

A hint of confusion and shyness flashed in her deep blue eyes.

She didn't understand why she had said it.

Perhaps it's because of the time we spent together this week.

The opponent has a strong understanding of levitation.

His explanations were as skillful as a butcher dissecting an ox, and his guidance was patient and meticulous.

That was a teaching ability that impressed her wholeheartedly, far surpassing that of her mentor.

Without realizing it, she had already placed the other person on the same level.

Subconsciously speaking to the other person in a friendly tone.

She lowered her eyelashes and stopped looking at Lin Gui.

He turned around.

"Let's go."

The sound was a little softer than before.

Lin Gui followed behind her.

The two walked towards the Magic Guild.

The Magic Guild's building is a towering magic tower.

The tower is made of dark blue stone, and its surface is covered with silver runes.

A huge magic crystal floats atop the tower, slowly rotating.

Freya walked ahead.

She wore an ice-blue mage's robe with the emblem of the magic guild pinned to her chest.

The star on the badge is edged with three gold stripes.

That's the mark of a legendary mage.

The guards at the gate saw her and immediately bowed.

Freya nodded slightly, without stopping.

Lin Gui followed behind her.

He has removed all his magician's attire.

There were no robes, no staffs, and no magic crystals.

But a trace of his magic would still naturally spill out.

That was an aura that even a high-ranking mage couldn't completely conceal.

The guard at the door glanced at him and frowned slightly.

They had clearly guessed his identity—a wandering mage.

But there were no robes, no staff.

The other party could easily say that they are not a mage, but a priest, or another class.

They have no reason to stop them.

The guard withdrew his gaze and remained silent.

Lin Gui followed Freya and entered the Magic Guild.

He looked around curiously.

He delivered the letter here a few days ago.

It was that fake letter from Sivir.

But he never actually went inside.

This marked his first step into the Magic Guild—the mage's strongest backing.

The hall is extremely high, with a semi-circular dome.

It was covered with colorful murals.

The paintings depict the history of magicians.

The Demon God descended upon the world, the Magic Tower was built, and the City of a Thousand Towers was born.

Each scene is depicted with extremely delicate brushstrokes.

The light from the magic stone poured down from all around the dome.

The entire hall was illuminated as brightly as day.

The ground was paved with dark blue stone slabs.

The seams are filled with silver metal, forming smooth curves.

In the hall, monks dressed in robes of various colors came and went.

Some walked hurriedly, carrying thick volumes of ancient books.

Some were in small groups, discussing something in hushed tones.

Their robes were all brand new and exquisite.

He wore the emblem of the magic guild on his chest, the stars on the emblem shimmering with a pale gold light.

Their gazes changed instantly when they saw Freya.

Reverence, admiration, respect.

Some people stopped and bowed slightly in greeting.

Someone lowered their voice and whispered to their companion.

His eyes were full of longing.

That was a sign of respect for the legendary mage.

Approval of the ice-blue long hair.

Looking up at those two gold-edged badges.

The two gold-edged badges indicate that he is a registered legendary mid-level mage.

Then, their gazes fell on the forest ghost behind Freya.

The young man with black hair and black eyes, dressed in casual clothes.

His brows furrowed.

The longing in her eyes turned into disdain.

It's like seeing something that shouldn't be there.

They broke in without their permission.

This has defiled this sacred temple.

Their gazes were so naked, so obvious.

There was no attempt to conceal anything.

Lin Gui, however, felt nothing at all.

His gaze shifted from the murals to the faces of the monks.

There was no emotion in his black eyes.

This is nothing compared to the tragic past he has experienced.

Freya, who had been silently observing from the front, smiled slightly upon seeing this.

She gave a slight smile.

Lin Gui is not young.

She remembered that she was twenty-four years old.

But in Akara's view of lifespan, where the average lifespan is over 100 years, he is far too young.

Freya had seen far too many so-called magical geniuses who had spent their entire lives studying in an ivory tower and only began to gain experience in their forties.

They wore elaborate robes and adorned with gleaming badges.

Chanting standard incantations, casting orthodox magic.

But compared to Lin Gui, they lacked far too much maturity.

That kind of calm that comes from the very core of one's being, a calm that comes from having seen too much life, death and suffering.

Freya looked away.

Leading Lin Gui through the hall and down the corridor.

Heading inwards.

Finally, they arrived at the very heart of the Magic Guild.

This is also the core reason why it can rival the Transportation Guild as a guild.

Magic Tower.

It was a standalone, extremely tall tower.

The tower rises from the center of the guild building.

Extending upwards, penetrating the dome.

The top is not visible.

The surface of the tower is covered with densely packed runes.

It's not a light gold, it's a pure gold.

Each rune was slowly flowing, as if it were breathing with life.

The magic tower holds a transcendent status in the post-apocalyptic city-state.

It is the only facility capable of transmitting information instantly across thousands of miles.

The establishment of the City of a Thousand Towers was largely due to the emergence of magic towers.

The more than one thousand magic towers in the City of a Thousand Towers are like a massive communications base.

It was responsible for communication between all magic towers within its radiation range.

This allows Dawn City, the most central city, to directly govern and supervise every city-state within the central city-state.

It can be said that the existence of a magic tower signifies the existence of the alliance's power.

This also indicates that this city-state is very important to the alliance.

If it falls or is destroyed, it will be a significant blow.

Lin Gui glanced at it.

Then, following Freya, they headed towards the magic tower.