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Drywood Town, afternoon.

The sunlight slanted across the town's rooftops, making the stone-paved streets scorching hot.

The streets were bustling with people, the shouts of vendors, the rumble of horse-drawn carriages, and the laughter of children all blended together, creating a noisy yet vibrant scene.

Amidst this ordinary afternoon hustle and bustle, no one noticed that a change was taking place in the towering magic guild located in the heart of Deadwood Town.

The gray-white stone tower stands in the center of the town, its spire pointing straight to the sky; it is the tallest building in Deadwood Town.

Faint magical patterns flowed across the surface of the tower, flickering like breath.

This is the Magic Tower, symbolizing the authority of the City of a Thousand Towers, and also symbolizing the extension of the city-state's power by the Thousand Towers.

A fruit vendor was tidying up his stall shelves with his head down, humming a tuneless little tune.

He reached out to grab an apple that had rolled into the corner, and just as his fingertips touched the peel, suddenly…

"boom."

A muffled explosion rang out from the direction of the Magic Guild, as if an invisible behemoth had suddenly awakened within the tower.

The ground trembled violently, the vendor's hand shook, and the apple rolled away again.

He suddenly raised his head.

The grayish-white stone tower had a huge gap blown open in the middle of its body.

Gravel and bricks fell from the sky like rain, crashing onto the surrounding buildings with a series of loud thuds.

Flames and thick smoke spewed out of the breach, engulfing half of the tower.

The magic runes flickered violently a few times, then went dark one after another.

The spire tilted precariously and crashed into the nearby clock tower with a deafening metallic clang.

On the street, everyone stopped in their tracks.

A woman holding a child stood there blankly, her mouth open, but she couldn't make a sound.

A blacksmith put down his hammer, his eyes wide as copper bells.

Several adventurers who were drinking at the tavern entrance suddenly stood up, their wine glasses slipping from their hands and shattering on the ground.

No one speaks.

Everyone stared at the burning magic tower, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Someone actually dared to attack the Magic Guild?"

This area falls within the sphere of influence of the City of a Thousand Towers.

The Magic Guild of Deadwood Town represents the authority of the Thousand Towers and the will of those high-ranking mages.

Attacking this place is tantamount to declaring war on the entire City of a Thousand Towers.

The vendor's legs were trembling.

He instinctively took two steps back, knocking over the shelf behind him and scattering fruit all over the floor, but he had no time to care.

The surrounding civilians began to scatter and flee.

Some people screamed and ran home, some collapsed on the ground crying, and some stood there trembling, unable to move their feet.

The adventurers were calmer than the civilians, but they simply didn't run away.

Their faces were grim, and they exchanged glances, but none of them dared to approach the ruins.

Nobody dares.

Several mages who were stationed around the town of Drywood rushed over from different directions after hearing the explosion.

They rushed into the ruins and found the body of the legendary guardian in the rubble.

His body was blown in two, a bloody mess.

The leading mage froze on the spot, his face turning deathly pale.

"Yes...it's the garrison commander..."

His voice was trembling.

A young mage behind him covered his mouth, his eyes reddening.

"How could... how could anyone dare to attack a magic guild?"

Another mage crouched down, checked the corpse's pulse, then abruptly withdrew his hand and shook his head.

No one speaks.

They looked at each other, their faces filled with the same horror.

It's not the fear of how strong the attacker is, but the fear itself.

Someone dared to make a move against the Magic Guild.

Moreover, they killed a legendary mage.

This has never happened before within the sphere of influence of the Thousand Towers City.

The middle-aged monk who was leading the group took a deep breath and took out a sound transmission stone from his pocket.

"This is Deadwood Town."

His voice was hoarse.

"The Magic Tower in Deadwood Town has been attacked; the garrisoned Legendary... has been confirmed dead."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communication stone, followed by a hurried reply.

The middle-aged monk hung up the communication, raised his head, and looked at the still-burning remains of the tower in the distance.

But in the distance.

The Seven Copper Coins Post Office, the window of the attic on the third floor.

Morgan stood by the window, his expression serious.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, making his short, silvery-white hair gleam, but there was no warmth in his blood-red eyes.

He remained silent for a long time before speaking.

"It won't be long before Edwin realizes we're here."

The voice was low, carrying a suppressed heaviness.

Behind him, Lin Gui sat on a dilapidated wooden chair, his posture casual and his expression as calm as a stagnant pool.

"By the time they arrive in Drywood Town, I will have enough time to rescue all the captured half-demon warriors."

Morgan turned his head and looked at the black-haired youth.

His expression was complex, and disbelief surged in his blood-red eyes.

Yes.

The other party is right.

Given the opponent's absurd speed, they could easily enter the fray a second or even a third time before Edwin could react.

He recalled his reaction when he first heard about the plan a few hours earlier.

They moved everyone from the shelter to Deadwood Town, a distance of over 400 kilometers.

He thought it would take at least two days, and at the fastest one day.

But that train, made of rough planks and ropes, took less than an hour to complete.

In less than an hour, they covered more than 400 kilometers and carried more than 5000 people.

This number almost shattered all his common sense.

As a legendary mid-level mage of three elements, he understood better than anyone what this speed meant.

Even the most elite assassins might not be faster than him.

"When is your legendary assassin expected to arrive at the target location?"

Morgan swallowed hard, then replied.

"At Freeman's speed, he should be able to reach the location I marked for him from the Wasteland Overlord in at most an hour."

Lin Gui nodded.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the wooden staircase of the attic.

Elvia's head popped out from the bottom of the stairs, her cheeks still covered in dust.

Elvia pursed her lips, wiped the dust off her cheeks, and spoke to Lin Gui and Morgan.

"All the half-demon civilians have been settled and are hidden in the basement below the post office."

"The civilians were in very bad condition. Many of them couldn't withstand such high-speed movement and many fell into a coma."

"Fortunately, they were fed before they set off, so the number of people who fell into a coma was less than expected, and most of them were still conscious."

Lin Gui nodded slightly, then asked a question.

"Where is that magical genius?"

Elvia's expression suddenly became somewhat subtle.

The corners of his mouth involuntarily curled upwards, but he quickly pursed them back, though a hint of schadenfreude still lingered in his golden eyes.

"Eileen... she's throwing up in the alley behind the post office right now."

"I've been throwing up for a long time."

"It feels like she's going to turn her stomach inside out."

Lin Gui glanced at her.

Elvia quickly composed herself, but a smile still crept onto her lips.

"Honestly, I don't quite understand why she's in so much pain."

"I personally quite enjoy this kind of exciting high-speed flight."

Morgan's expression was rather unpleasant.

He didn't speak, but Lin Gui noticed his Adam's apple bob, as if he was enduring something.

In fact, when he first landed, this legendary mid-rank mage also vomited for a long time.

It wasn't ordinary vomiting; it was the kind of vomiting where the person was lying face down on the roadside, supporting themselves with their hands on the ground, and still dry heaving even after vomiting all their stomach contents.

For Morgan, the period of rapid, straight-line growth was better.

Although it's fast, it's unidirectional, and once you get used to it, you can barely tolerate it.

However, in order to avoid some legendary demons and to prevent collisions that could harm the civilians on board, the train made several sharp turns while traveling at high speed.

Once is fine, twice is barely manageable.

But after five or six sharp turns in a row, Morgan, who was in charge of accelerating with the hurricane propulsion from behind, almost passed out.

His head was spinning, and his vision blurred.

Luckily, I didn't throw up on the train.

But even after getting off the bus, he still couldn't escape this ordeal.

Morgan took a deep breath, suppressing those unpleasant memories, and then looked at Lin Gui.

"What's the next step?"

Unbeknownst to Morgan, he gradually came to regard this seemingly insignificant mage as his pillar of support.

Lin Gui stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his robes.

"You and Elvia stay here and are responsible for protecting and treating the civilians."

"Eileen and I went back to the hunting grounds to meet Freeman."

"Then, leave all the magical families who participated in the hunt in the wasteland."

The legendary mage's attacks are too wide-ranging; a single legendary spell can cause all the demons in the area to riot, making it unsuitable for traversing the wilderness.

But assassins are different; their specialty is hunting silently.

Especially legendary assassins.

If a legendary assassin had cooperated with Lin Gui, the magic tower in Deadwood Town wouldn't have been destroyed, causing such a huge commotion.

Morgan paused for a moment. He knew Lin Gui's concerns, but he still objected.

"no."

"Let me go with you."

His gaze was fixed on Lin Gui, his blood-red eyes filled with an unwavering determination.

It's not that he doesn't trust Lin Gui.

On the contrary, after witnessing the black-haired youth's almost outrageous abilities...

He knew better than anyone how terrifying this young man was.

But it was precisely because he understood this that he wanted to go with them.

They brought more than 5,000 people from the shelter, covering more than 400 kilometers, in less than an hour.

This miracle could not have been accomplished by Lin Gui alone.

Lin Gui's almost absurd levitation technique and Morgan's hurricane propulsion are both indispensable parts of the process.

If any one of them is missing, that speed cannot be achieved.

The core of the black-haired mage's plan is speed.

End it all before Edwin can react.

If they weren't fast enough and were blocked by Edwin halfway, they would face certain death.

Before Morgan could even utter these words, Elvia discerned his thoughts.

She chuckled softly, her golden eyes radiating an undisguised pride.

"Rest assured, Mr. Morgan."

"With sufficient magical energy support, even without your legendary magic, Lin Gui can unleash the same or even faster speed."

Morgan turned her head and looked at her with some surprise, then looked at Lin Gui.

Lin Gui nodded.

"rest assured."

"My vehicle is equipped with a dwarven wind pressure cannon, so it will only be faster."

"The magical energy that Eileen provided me is enough to sustain me until I reach the hunting grounds."

His gaze fell on Morgan, his voice steady.

"You and Elvia are responsible for protecting civilians to prevent any accidents from happening."

He paused for a moment.

"The legend of Deadwood Town is not only about the garrisoned legend, but also about the transport team."

"Although the Transport Guild and the Magic Guild don't really get along, what if they want to do us a favor... And don't forget the rewards for hunting demons in the City of a Thousand Towers."

Lin Gui didn't know if the reward was limited to magicians or if outsiders could also participate.

But the idea that a half-demon could freely exchange items at the Thousand Towers City auction, even the most coveted items, is still far too tempting.

Lin Gui believed that even legends would be attracted to it.

Morgan was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Lin Gui turned around and looked at Elvia.

His expression turned serious.

Elvia was taken aback by his gaze, and the smile on her face faded slightly.

"You're in charge of the investigation."

"Remember to inform Lord Morgan of the approach of a legendary figure."

Elvia was taken aback when she heard this, and pointed to herself as if to say something.

Reconnaissance?? Me, a knight, doing reconnaissance??

The doubts vanished the moment Lin Gui saw the contents of the bag he handed over.

The first thing you see in the bag is a glass bead.

......

Elvia's expression instantly became very subtle.

It was an expression that seemed to want to show a bitter face, but somehow managed to hold it back.

Elvia sighed, then reached into the bag and felt around.

My finger touched something else.

She made an opening and took a look, and her expression suddenly changed.

Her golden eyes widened slightly, and her lips opened and closed as if she had seen something unexpected.

She looked up at Lin Gui, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Lin Gui said calmly.

"At most one day. When you need it, don't hesitate."

Elvia took a deep breath, retied the bag, and tucked it into her bosom.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up, and a firm confidence filled her golden eyes.

"Don't worry, if it really comes to that, I won't hesitate."

"After all, I can still buy wholesale from you."

Lin Gui turned around and went downstairs.

At the post office entrance, Eileen was leaning against a pillar on the outer wall, looking like a lump of mud.

Her face was deathly pale, her lips were bloodless, and the stray hairs on her forehead were soaked with sweat and stuck to her skin.

Her eyes were half-closed, her chest heaving violently, and each breath seemed like a struggle against something.

Hearing footsteps, she barely opened her eyes, glanced at Lin Gui, and then closed them again.

Lin Gui didn't say anything to comfort him.

He raised his hand, his long, slender fingers drawing an arc in the air.

The ripples in the space spread out like ripples on the surface of water.

A flying boat slowly emerged from the center of the ripples. Its hull was long and narrow, and its surface was filled with a faint magical light. It hovered half a meter above the ground.

Eileen's eyelid twitched.

She opened her eyes, looked at the flying boat, and her face paled even more.

Lin Gui walked up to her and extended his hand.

"Can we hold on any longer?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

Eileen looked up at the hand.

She gritted her teeth, reached out, and grasped Lin Gui's hand.

"Can."

His voice was hoarse, but firm.