Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui took Eileen on a flying boat and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

The long, narrow flying boat left a pale blue trail in the air.

It moved so fast that it shrank into a dot almost instantly upon being seen, and then disappeared completely.

Morgan stood at the attic window, his eyes filled with undisguised horror.

"That is..."

His voice was a little dry.

This speed... even the legendary assassins around him couldn't achieve it.

Even... Morgan suspects that this transcends epic proportions.

Elvia walked to his side, followed his gaze to the now empty sky, and spoke casually.

"A flying boat equipped with a wind pressure cannon."

She paused for a moment.

"A... an incredible vehicle that only he can control."

Morgan turned to look at her, his brows furrowed slightly.

Elvia offered no explanation.

After her first ride in the airship, Elvia wondered if it was possible to mass-produce replicas.

It can surpass epic speeds and race across the wasteland.

As a princess who once held real power in managing transportation, Elvia knew all too well what that meant in the transportation industry.

Even Elvia had no doubts.

That powerful and noble ruler, wielding immense power within the Alliance, the supreme ruler of the Transport Guild.

Chief of Staff Raymond Axter.

If they knew about the existence of the flying boat...

Elvia couldn't have predicted what outrageous things the other party would do.

It instantly grants one a speed surpassing epic proportions.

This flying boat is comparable to a divine artifact... and most importantly, it can be replicated.

Elvia had considered whether it was possible to replicate this absurd speed on a large scale.

While wind pressure cannons are valuable, they are not as rare as semi-divine artifacts.

Given enough money, the dwarves can always build a few more of the same flying boats.

But every time she thought about that feeling of losing control, she gave up.

She might be able to create many similar small flying boats that can reach epic speeds once the wind pressure cannon is turned on.

But they couldn't find anyone who could control the flying boat.

The key to the flying boat's ability to reach speeds surpassing epic levels in the wilderness is not speed itself, but the pilot.

It was the person piloting the flying boat.

Only he, who had mastered the art of levitation without chanting, could steer the speed-out-of-control flying boat.

Anyone else would have already plunged headlong into the demons.

The boat was destroyed and everyone on board perished.

And there's no levitation spell to chant...

Elvia estimated that in the entire Akara, Lin Gui was probably not the only one who could reach that level.

Elvia felt both regretful and proud about this.

She chuckled softly and turned to look at Morgan.

"Don't worry, he will bring your half-demon warrior back."

Morgan looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then sighed.

"I hope so."

Witnessing the speed of the airship firsthand certainly gave Morgan more confidence.

But... thinking of Cedric and the others...

Cedric and his group had already left half an hour before Lin Gui arrived.

And the time when Lin Gui led them back to Drywood Town.

It was enough for Cedric and his men to reach their position and make their move.

Their rescue operation will surely attract Edwin's attention.

The man was incredibly powerful; Morgan felt absolute pressure from him during the negotiations.

Morgan was certain that the old man would break through to the Epic level soon.

Even if he were alone, all the legends of the shelter combined might not be able to defeat him.

Cedric and his group's actions will create opportunities for that eccentric little mage.

But no matter what, even if Lin Gui and Freeman manage to rescue all the captured half-demons.

It's also impossible to fight against Edwin... to rescue Cedric and the others.

Morgan began to regret letting Cedric and the others go.

But at that time, how could he have known that there would be a high-ranking mage?

Surrounded by a magical perception veil and the elite forces of eight extraordinary high-ranking magical families.

They packed up more than 5,000 defenseless half-demon civilians and took them away, escaping the encirclement and returning to the human city-state within an hour.

This resolved Morgan's biggest concern.

Looking back now, Morgan still feels a sense of disorientation.

One second he was prepared to give his life in exchange for Qianta's forgiveness of these civilians.

The next second, a black-haired mage easily led all the civilians away in a flash...

Shake off the confusion in your mind.

His gaze returned to the wilderness outside the city walls, his blood-red eyes filled with a mixture of worry and anticipation.

Morgan closed his eyes, said goodbye to Elvia, and went downstairs.

The half-demon civilians were housed in the basement of the post office.

The original basement space was too small to accommodate more than 5,000 people.

But for a legendary mid-level mage, expanding underground space is a piece of cake.

Continuing downwards, Morgan opened the wooden door to the basement and entered.

The basement was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder and back to back, with almost no room to put their feet down.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, earth, and bread, and it was much warmer and more humid than outside.

The half-demon civilians who flew all the way from the sanctuary put an enormous strain on their bodies due to their super-epic speed.

Many people were still pale, with little color in their lips, leaning against the wall, panting with their eyes closed.

But their eyes are bright.

In those blood-red eyes, there was no weariness, no pain, only an almost burning excitement.

Morgan knew why.

Because they left the wilderness.

They returned to the city-state, to the city-state where all living beings gathered, back within the high walls.

Life in the shelter was extremely difficult.

The evil forces are attacking us, food is scarce, and the future is uncertain.

Every day is agonizing, every day is spent in fear.

In the city-state, they didn't have to worry about these things.

No need to worry about demons breaking through the barrier in the middle of the night, no need to worry about what to eat for the next meal, no need to worry about whether you'll be alive tomorrow.

As long as they are within the high walls and under the protection of the city-state, they are safe.

At least, that was the case at one time.

Morgan paused for a moment.

Unfortunately, the human city-states no longer offer them a place to live.

Looking at the vibrant eyes that had returned to the faces of those half-demons, a strange emotion welled up inside him.

In those eyes, there was a longing for the city-state, a yearning for the high walls, and an expectation for a peaceful life.

They thought they would be safe once they returned to the city-state.

But perhaps they have forgotten why they fled the high walls in the first place.

Morgan stood in the crowd, silent for a long time.

Then he remembered the description of Avalon by Lin Gui.

I remembered the words spoken by the black-haired mage standing on the high platform of the sanctuary, facing more than four thousand pairs of blood-red eyes.

"Come with me and leave this place to build the Second Avalon."

That wasn't a spur-of-the-moment excuse.

That was a promise.

If it could really be achieved...

I recall the boy's description of Avalon...

A long-dormant hope resurfaced in Morgan's heart.

That was a feeling I had never experienced even when I fled from the City of a Thousand Towers.

Perhaps, that boy really can fulfill the long-cherished wish that he could not fulfill...

On the other side, on the city wall.

Elvia also began to work as a scout, as Lin Gui had instructed.

To put it bluntly, she was just a gofer for her invisible teacher.

That is, Shadow Blade Lin.

Although the power of the Epic-level has been completely lost, the characteristics of the Soul Spirit remain.

The eyes of the spirits and the Netherworld Eyes of the Forest Ghost can achieve the same effect, both being able to see the appearance of the soul.

As long as you have a wide field of vision, no one can escape her eyes.

Therefore, Elvia's reconnaissance was much easier than expected.

She only needs to wander around the walls of Deadwood Town.

She wandered around and around, the wind on the city wall was strong, making her golden hair fly wildly in the air.

At first, she was able to check on Lin Gui's situation using the sound transmission stone.

"Where are we?"

"Still flying."

"Approximately how long will it take to arrive?"

"Soon."

"Is Eileen's body flexible?"

"??????"

"Don't stay silent. I don't believe that at that speed, she wouldn't instinctively hug you tighter."

"I put a partition between us, so we won't touch each other except for our hands."

Elvia retorted, speechless.

"A spineless man."

"What the hell...!"

Casual chatting made Elvia very happy.

But as the distance increased, the sound from the transmission stone began to become intermittent.

The buzzing noise increased, and Lin Gui's voice became increasingly indistinct.

In the end, only a rustling sound remained.

These are special communication stones that were taken from those magical families.

The range is already very wide, covering hundreds of kilometers.

But the town of Drywood is at least 500 kilometers away from the shelter.

Elvia stuffed the communication stone back into her bosom and pouted.

I guess only the legendary Thousand Sound Stone could connect people 500 kilometers away.

She secretly planned that once she arrived in the City of a Thousand Towers, she would buy a pair no matter the cost.

This was the first time she had ever been so far from Lin Gui.

Whether traveling through the wilderness or in a city, Lin Gui was always by her side.

Even if you can't see him, you know he's not far away, just like back in Tongmen City.

But now, he is 500 kilometers away.

Elvia felt an emptiness inside, as if something was missing.

She circled the city wall again, the wind making her hair even more disheveled, but she couldn't be bothered to fix it.

My heart has been itching ever since I lost contact with Lin Gui.

Although she can no longer contact Lin Gui via the communication stone, she has another method.

That's the love line.

The thickness of the love line can indicate the distance between you and the other person.

The City of a Thousand Towers uses this method to locate the shelter.

Elvia can also use it to determine the location of the Forest Ghost.

But Elvia doesn't have the ability to see the existence of souls.

Fortunately, she had a teacher.

"teacher."

Elvia called out in her mind.

no respond.

"teacher?"

Still no response.

"My dear Lady Shadowblade Lin?"

"……explain."

Shadow Blade Lin's voice finally rang out, tinged with obvious impatience.

"Where is Lin Gui?"

"Still flying."

"Where exactly?"

"To the north, go west for 3 degrees, about 200 kilometers."

"Your love line is in a normal state, without any unstable changes, which means he's perfectly fine."

Don't worry.

Elvia nodded, feeling a little more at ease.

But less than fifteen minutes later, she couldn't help but speak again.

"Teacher, where is he now?"

"...Still flying."

"Have we arrived yet?"

"no."

"That--"

"Can you please just shut up for a minute?"

Shadow Blade Lin's voice carried a hint of gritted teeth.

"Your romantic connection hasn't ended, he won't die."

"I was just asking..."

"You've asked that eighteen times already."

Shadow Blade Lin coldly interrupted her explanation.

"From the time you climbed the city wall until now, less than an hour has passed, and you've asked the question eighteen times."

"It's only been a few hours apart, can't you behave yourself like you were in Copper Gate City?"

Elvia shut her mouth sheepishly.

He couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath.

"There are so many tricks up your sleeve in Copper Gate City, why would I want that stinky man? Besides, you'd already lured him to the fighting arena..."

Another half hour passed.

"teacher……"

"Shut up."

Shadow Blade Lin's voice was like a knife, ruthlessly severing her hopes.

Elvia had no choice but to walk obediently on the city wall, her golden eyes occasionally gazing into the distance.

As time passed, the agreed-upon time for return had passed.

Lin Gui did not return.

Morgan started coming over frequently to ask questions.

"Any news?"

"not yet."

"Can't contact the communication stone?"

"We lost contact with them a long time ago."

Morgan's brows furrowed even more, his bloodshot eyes filled with worry.

He didn't say much and turned back to look after the civilians, but Elvia noticed that he was coming to ask questions more and more frequently.

Every now and then, his short, silvery-white hair would appear at the top of the stairs.

Elvia also began to feel anxious.

She paced back and forth on the city wall, her steps quickening and her brows furrowing more and more.

"teacher."

"He's alright."

Shadow Blade Lin's voice rang out before she could finish her question.

"The romance line is in normal condition, nothing wrong."

"Could you please stop pacing back and forth on the city wall like a statue waiting for its husband?"

Elvia choked for a moment, her face turning slightly red, but she didn't stop walking.

She was still anxious.

Even though she knew Lin Gui was alright, and even though she knew that according to Ying Renlin, he was perfectly fine.

But she just couldn't calm her mind.

As the sun began to set in the west, it painted the horizon a golden-red hue.

As the sun set on the horizon, the rooftops of Deadwood Town were bathed in a warm glow.

Elvia stood on the north wall, her long golden hair fluttering in the evening breeze, her golden eyes fixed on the distant horizon.

She has been standing here for a long time.

"Not back yet?"

Morgan's voice came from behind.

Elvia didn't turn around, she just shook her head.

"No, but it's okay. It was probably just delayed."

Morgan stood silently beside her, his gaze also fixed on the distance.

Neither of them spoke.

As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, the gold in the sky gradually turned orange-red, and then dark purple.

Darkness spread from the east, swallowing the last glimmer of light.

Elvia's fingernails dug into her palm.

Just then, the voice of Shadow Blade Lin rang in my mind.

"The line is starting to thicken; it's starting to move south."

"I'm back."

Elvia's heart skipped a beat, and the weight that had been hanging over her throat finally lifted.

She let out a long breath and her shoulders relaxed.

"It's good that you're back..."

She hadn't finished speaking.

Shadow Blade Lin's voice rang out again, her tone suddenly changing.

It's no longer a lazy, impatient tone.

Instead, it is serious, even cold.

"They...have come too."

Elvia's smile froze on her face.