Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Noisy.

Roar.

The air was thick with the mixed smells of sweat, blood, and cheap ale.

Underground fighting arena.

The venue is a huge circular field, surrounded by tiered stands.

The stands were packed with people.

Laborers in coarse cloth, adventurers in leather armor, and well-dressed merchants.

There were also a few nobles sitting in the front row, surrounded by bodyguards.

Their faces were half-lit and half-shadowed by the light from the magic stone.

His eyes were filled with excitement and greed.

In the very center of the venue was a huge iron cage.

Inside the iron cage, two people are fighting.

It wasn't a competition, it was a bloodbath.

The dull thud of a fist hitting the face.

The crisp sound of bones breaking.

The hissing sound of blood splattering on the iron cage.

The crowd in the stands erupted in deafening roars at every sound.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Gold coins were tossed down from the stands and landed on the ground with a clinking sound.

Next to the iron cage stood a huge wooden sign.

A row of ranking words hangs on the wooden sign.

Each name was followed by several red crosses.

He is already dead.

Lin Gui stood at the entrance.

He stared blankly at the wooden sign.

Look at the top of the wooden sign.

A familiar name was hanging high above.

Élvia Roland.

He stared at the name.

Looked for a long time.

absurd.

Puzzled.

Shock.

That noble princess who should have been out enjoying herself.

That girl who traveled through the wilderness, complaining about the hardships, and how much suffering she had endured along the way.

That coward who values ​​happiness and enjoyment above all else.

They actually appeared here.

As a fighter to the death.

In this battleground, which is almost a gathering place for the strongest and most ruthless people at the bottom of society.

He hung his name on that wooden sign.

Lin Gui frowned.

Continue walking forward along the path of fate.

Walk through the shouting crowd, through the waving arms.

Passing through the air thick with the stench of blood.

Heading downwards.

Finally, in the underground level.

In a dirty, dimly lit fighting room.

We found her.

The room contained only a few simple wooden beds.

Several people covered in blood were lying on the bed.

There are men and women.

Some had severed arms, and some had cuts in their abdomens.

Groans came from different corners.

Elvia was lying on the bed furthest inside.

She had her eyes closed.

Her long, golden hair was scattered across the stained sheets.

His face was covered in blood and bruises.

His lips were chapped, and a trace of dried blood clung to the corner of his mouth.

His light knight's armor was torn in several places.

Beneath each of the cuts was a deep wound that exposed the bone.

His left arm was twisted at an unnatural angle.

A slash mark on his chest, running diagonally from his shoulder to his ribs.

Blood was still seeping from the gaps in the bandages.

A female priest in a gray robe stood by the bed.

His hands were suspended above her body.

A pale golden healing magic slowly flowed in.

The pastor's face showed confusion.

He shook his head again and again.

Lin Gui entered the room.

The footsteps were very light.

But the pastor still heard it.

She looked up and glanced at Lin Gui.

Then he lowered his head again and continued the treatment.

Lin Gui walked to the bedside and stopped.

Looking at Elvia lying on the bed.

That delicate face was now swollen and bluish-purple.

Those golden eyes, which always gleamed with a cunning light, were now tightly closed.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

His expression was complex.

A voice rang in my mind.

With a subtle hint of amusement.

"I told you, I would get her to the transcendent level within a month."

The voice of Shadow Blade Lin.

"However, the method might be a little cruel."

She paused.

"You...you won't mind, will you?"

The tiny soul drifted away.

It landed on Lin Gui's shoulder.

She crossed her arms and tilted her head.

He looked at Lin Gui's face with a mocking expression.

I expect to see anger in it.

His woman was tortured like this.

This is the little mage who tricked him with the Soul Bomb.

What kind of expression will it show?

However, there was nothing there.

Lin Gui simply stepped forward.

Squat down.

He knelt down in front of Elvia, who was covered in blood.

He reached out and gently brushed aside the blood-stained strands of hair on her forehead.

I checked her status for a while.

Then he turned his head and looked at the female pastor.

"How is she?"

The female pastor raised her head.

He said it casually.

"All the fatal wounds have been treated."

"Take a short rest, then you can continue with the next deathmatch."

She paused for a moment.

"However, she needs to pay high medical expenses."

"She was neither a slave nor a gladiator kept by nobles."

"He voluntarily participated in the deathmatch."

Therefore, they cannot enjoy free treatment benefits.

Lin Gui asked.

"How much?"

The female pastor announced a number.

Lin Gui took out a money pouch from his pocket and handed it over.

Then he turned around.

Bend down.

He carried Elvia off the bed.

Elvia's body tensed up instinctively.

Her hand instinctively wanted to push it away.

But when her face pressed against Lin Gui's back.

When that familiar, faint herbal scent entered my nasal cavity.

Her body slowly relaxed.

His hand fell limply to his side.

It was placed on Lin Gui's chest.

Lin Gui carried her on his back and walked outside.

"etc."

The female pastor called out to him.

At the entrance, several guards also stopped them.

Their hands were on their weapons.

"She will also participate in the subsequent fights."

One of the guards said.

"We can't leave."

"Let's go, we can't explain this to the rich men up there who paid to watch it."

He only got halfway through his sentence.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

Several whooshing sounds echoed in the narrow corridor.

All those who tried to stop them froze.

Lin Gui, carrying Elvia on his back, brushed past them.

No one dared to move.

No one dared to stop them.

On the wall opposite the cage, there were three sharp cuts.

And on their necks.

A very thin line of blood was slowly seeping out.

Emerging from the underground fighting arena.

Outside, there are the streets of Tongmen City.

The sun is shining brightly.

The central avenue was teeming with people.

People dressed in all sorts of colors came and went.

His face was filled with excitement and anticipation.

In the distance, the preliminary rounds of the selection competition for the reserve transport team have just concluded.

The celebration crowds were still reveling.

Laughter and cheers came from different directions.

The light screen on the magic display board was still flickering in mid-air.

The 37th Transportation Team Selection Conference

[Tongmen City Sub-venue]

Those large, gilded characters gleamed in the sunlight.

Lin Gui manipulated the staff, which floated slowly.

He carried Elvia on his back.

Elvia's chin rested on his shoulder.

His long, golden hair fell down to his chest.

Bloodstains and bruises, amidst the bustling and lively surroundings.

This created a stark contrast.

"I thought you would spend a fortune at some store."

Lin Gui's voice was very faint.

"Why...did you suddenly decide to get involved in combat?"

"I don't recall telling you to do this."

Elvia lay on his back.

The voice was low and strained.

"no way."

"I want to enjoy it too."

"But, Shadow Blade Lin's authority is too great."

"I don't dare to refuse her."

There was a hint of grievance in her voice.

It also carried a hint of inexplicable resignation.

The sound of Shadow Blade Lin's laughter echoed in his mind.

The laughter was very soft.

But it seems to contain a very strange implication.

It's somewhat amusing, and also subtly and slightly overestimates it.

Lin Gui understood the meaning behind her laughter.

They didn't press Elvia for answers.

That's just a statement.

"You've impressed me, Elvia."

Elvia grunted.

The voice was muffled.

"I'll get you sooner or later for those two weeks of never being home and always out fooling around."

"Beat him up like a pig's head."

Lin Gui laughed.

"I look forward to the day you beat me to a pulp."

The staff continued to float forward.

Walk through the revelers, walk through the shimmering lights.

Facing out of the city.

It flew away slowly.