Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Elvia sighed.

She took out the gray dagger that Lin Gui had given her and pressed it against the crack in the wooden lid.

She looked up and gestured to Lin Gui with her eyes.

Lin Gui nodded.

With a flick of her wrist, the gray dagger sliced ​​into the crevice and gently pried it open.

The magical patterns on the seal suddenly lit up, then quickly dimmed.

Chain magic: if one wooden crate is destroyed, the others will also become ineffective simultaneously.

The faint light that had been emanating from the surfaces of the other three wooden crates went out at the same time.

The wooden cover was lifted.

Elvia looked inside curiously.

Then, she froze.

There were no dangerous items as expected, no forbidden magic books, and no plague demons.

There was only a pile of burlap sacks, neatly stacked in the box.

The texture is rough and flaxen, and it's puffy and bulging.

Elvia raised an eyebrow and easily made a cut with her gray dagger.

Pale yellow granules flowed from the tear and landed in her palm.

It's powdery, very fine, and has a faint grain smell.

She rubbed it between her fingers, brought it to her nose, and smelled it.

His expression became even stranger.

"Um???"

"Flour??"

She stood up, and the gray dagger slashed across the remaining sacks.

They then opened the other three wooden crates one by one and cut them open to inspect them.

Bag after bag, box after box.

It's all grain.

Coarse flour, plump wheat grains.

There are no hidden compartments, nothing concealed.

Elvia ripped open the last sack, and the wheat grains tumbled into the wooden box.

She looked up at Lin Gui.

"By bypassing the transport guild again, and keeping the recipient and location secret, all for the sake of transporting... grain?"

She scooped up a handful of wheat grains, spread her hands, and handed them to Lin Gui.

"Take a look."

Lin Gui also frowned.

The fact that the goods were grain puzzled him greatly.

He took a few grains of wheat from Elvia's palm and placed them on his fingertips.

The magic penetrated and flowed slowly inside the particle, leaving no abnormal energy residue.

He brought it close to his nose and smelled it, then stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently licked it.

The familiar taste, with the subtle starchy sweetness unique to grains.

He put down the wheat grains.

"It's food."

"Still the staple food."

Elvia slid down to the ground, leaning against the wooden crate.

She stared at the grain in Lin Gui's hand, her brows furrowed.

"Going to all this trouble just to transport grain?"

Her voice was full of confusion.

"Why not just send people to Drywood Town to purchase millions of gold coins? Drywood Town, as a special resource-based city-state, has no shortage of food."

"Several million...enough to buy several cars."

She raised her hand and pointed to the several huge wooden crates in the backyard.

"It's much more than our few large wooden crates."

Why do this?

Her fingers tapped lightly on the ground, her golden eyes shimmering slightly.

"Food, shipped covertly... Could it be supplies for the rebels?"

Lin Gui replied calmly.

"There are no rebels in Drywood Town."

"I didn't notice anything similar when I was delivering mail here."

"Deadwood Town is too small to hide anything."

Elvia pressed for an answer.

"What if it's in the wilderness?"

Lin Gui looked at her speechlessly.

"Do you think that's possible? It's a desolate wasteland outside, and the rebels are living in this forbidden area? Is that even possible?"

Elvia shrugged.

"What if? Look, Avalon, which you and Shia went to, is also inside a forbidden area, isn't it?"

She paused for a moment.

"And... it's a forbidden area on the same level as the Wailing Wall."

Lin Gui was silent for a moment, then sighed.

"It's not impossible."

He glanced at the sacks and scattered grains of wheat on the ground.

Then he reached out and pulled Elvia up from the ground.

"Alright, you must be tired too. Let's get some rest."

Elvia dusted herself off.

I'm really tired. I've been flying in the forbidden area for several days and then standing in the backyard for so long.

She yawned and turned to walk towards the back door of the post office.

Lin Gui followed behind her.

He stopped when he reached the door.

Turn around.

His gaze fell on the shadows in the corner of the yard.

The shadow lay there quietly.

There was nothing there.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Then he looked away.

I stepped into the post office.

The door closed gently behind him.

Click.

The latch engages with the door frame.

The courtyard fell silent.

There were only four open wooden crates and grain scattered all over the ground.

A long time passed.

In the shadows of a corner of the yard, an inconspicuous magical alchemical creature stirred.

Its body is dark gray metal, almost blending into the stone in the corner.

It slowly turned its head, and a scarlet light flashed in its eye socket.

Then, without making a sound, they slid out of the backyard along the base of the wall.

The alchemical creature emerged from the shadows and silently glided along the base of the wall.

It crossed the street and passed through the bushes.

Finally, they climbed onto the outer wall of the magic guild and squeezed through a half-open window.

It climbed onto the hand of a cloaked, cloaked sorcerer.

The crimson light flickered a few times in the eye sockets before going out.

The magician closed his eyes and lightly touched the alchemical creature's forehead with his fingertips.

After a moment, he opened his eyes.

Beside them, another person, also wearing a cloak, approached.

"How is it, Marcus? Is he the one we're looking for?"

The magician named Marcus shrugged.

"no."

"Just a weak wandering mage and a knight."

Lambert, who was standing next to him, sighed.

"Could that fat guy be lying to us? He said he caught the guy around there, but we've been monitoring the area for so long and haven't found anything."

Marcus put the alchemical bio-into his sleeve.

"Probably not. He has no reason to offend us, and his family is currently in a weakened state; they wouldn't do that."

Lambert paced back and forth anxiously.

"Should we stay here and wait? Lord Edwin seems to have spotted them and is preparing to hunt. The other magical families have already started heading towards the Deadwood Wasteland."

He stopped in his tracks, his voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

"If we linger here, we might leave empty-handed."

Marcus remained silent.

The two exchanged a glance.

They could not accept this outcome.

Having spent so much money and gone through so much trouble to get here from the magical city, it would be a huge loss to leave empty-handed.

Lambert gritted his teeth.

"How about we give up waiting here and just follow the other hunters?"

Marcus sighed.

"Do you think I don't want to participate? The candidates have already been decided by those big families. Mages like us without any background, even if our contributions to the magic guild surpass those young masters, are not qualified to participate in that hunt and get a share of the spoils."

Lambert's expression flickered.

He looked outside and locked the door.

Then lower your voice.

"I secretly placed a tracking spell on the Ross family."

"If we set off now, it's still not too late."

Marcus frowned.

"Do you know the consequences of what you've done? If those magical families find out, you could be expelled."

Lambert sneered.

"Don't worry, I've tested the young masters sent by the Ross family, and they won't discover my tricks. You know very well my expertise in tracking magic."

He took a step forward and stared into Marcus's eyes.

"So, wanna pull off a heist with me? Just one, as long as we catch one—"

His voice betrayed naked greed.

"We'll never have to suffer in that damned magic tower again, never have to beg for help or resources."

"how?"

Marcus remained silent.

His fingers clenched his sleeves so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Then, he looked up.

"Dry."

The two exchanged a glance, then turned and packed their things.

He pushed open the door and left quickly.

The door bounced back due to inertia.

But just as it was about to close, it mysteriously stopped.

Then, slowly and silently, it bounced open a little more.