Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

At that moment, another whooshing sound came from outside the stadium.

Several figures, riding on staffs, rose up from behind the stands, passed through the crowd, and headed straight for the docking platform.

The emblem of the magic guild on the chest of the robe gleamed in the sunlight.

"It's them! Grab them!"

Before he could finish speaking, the knight raised his hand and waved it.

An invisible sword aura shot out.

Several extraordinary mages, along with their staffs, were swept away, somersaulting several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground outside the dock, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

The black-haired mage looked at the mages who were struggling to get up and sighed.

"It seems that security for the selection event needs to be strengthened."

He turned his head and looked at Tobias next to the podium.

"Tobias, Chapter Leader."

Tobias stared in astonishment at what was happening before him, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

Behind him, Cassius stepped forward with a gloomy face.

Magic surged from his body, and magical rings formed out of thin air around him, with pale white light flowing within them.

His eyes were fixed on Morgan and his two companions, and the expression on his face changed from doubt to gloom.

"The legendary mage, Morgan."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried an uncontrollable killing intent.

"How did you end up here?"

"Shouldn't you all perish in the desolate wasteland along with Lord Edwin?"

Morgan's face was pale and weak; his lips moved slightly, but he did not reply.

He looked at Lin Gui, who was leading the way.

Lin Gui took out a piece of paper from his pocket, slowly rolled it into a trumpet shape, and held it to his mouth.

The amplification magic was performed silently.

His voice wasn't loud, but through the paper megaphone, it traveled throughout the entire dock, the stands, and reached everyone's ears.

"Are you planning to attack a transport team that passed the guild's review to participate in the competition, right in front of the Vice Commander and the Minister of Intelligence?"

He paused, his dark eyes calmly fixed on Cassius.

"Lord Cassius of the Magic Guild..."

On the docking platform, all the members of the participating transport teams turned to look.

In the stands, the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people were also on Cassius.

Cassius's face turned bright red, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"They are not participants in the competition!"

"They are half-demons!"

His voice was sharp and piercing, almost a roar.

"Half-demons are not qualified to participate in the selection!"

The whispering crowd in the stands fell silent for a moment.

Then, a wave of discussion arose.

Lin Gui looked at Cassius, his tone remaining calm.

"Who said that?"

Cassius was speechless.

Lin Gui didn't wait for his answer and continued speaking.

"Was it said by the great Chief of Staff?"

"Is it still a rule of the Alliance Parliament?"

"Or is it a provision of the transport association's regulations?"

He paused for a moment, then pointed the paper megaphone in Cassius's direction.

"Or is it just your personal opinion?"

Cassius's face turned from red to purple, and his chest heaved more and more violently.

He took a deep breath and then roared.

"Don't you all know what a half-demon is?!"

"Children of demons! Incarnations of evil! Lackeys of demons!"

"They were born with sinful blood flowing through their veins!"

"They don't deserve it! They don't deserve to be part of the transport team!"

"What are transport convoys? They are the lifeblood connecting city-states! They are the honor that countless adventurers risk their lives to protect!"

"Let half-demons infiltrate? Who knows if they'll collude with demons? Who knows if they'll deliver the goods to demons along the way?"

His voice grew increasingly shrill and agitated, spittle flying everywhere.

"This despicable race should be locked in cages! They should be sent to the testing ground!"

"Let them participate in the selection process? Let them become part of the transport team? This is an insult to every adventurer who risks their life fighting in the wilderness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening roar of agreement erupted from the stands.

"That's right!"

"Why should a half-demon be allowed to participate in the selection process?!"

"Get out!"

"Does this evil race even deserve to stand here?"

The nobles on the high platform pounded their fists on the table, filled with righteous indignation.

The mages in the front row of the stands all stood up, waving their staffs, their expressions mirroring Cassius's.

Several noblewomen, dressed in magnificent robes, clutched their chests and cried out in shrill voices, "It's terrible! They will bring disaster!"

The cheers rose in waves, pouring down from the stands like a flood.

Morgan's fingers clenched his robes so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Cedric gritted his teeth, his bloodshot eyes surging with suppressed rage.

Freeman's hair covered half of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

Only Hewlett remained silently standing behind Lin Gui, his eyes beneath the mask always silently observing the figure before him.

As Cassius listened to the voices of agreement, a slow smile crept onto his lips.

He looked at Lin Gui with a victor's condescending mockery in his eyes.

Trying to intimidate others with power?

He wanted to see how a wandering mage could suppress the clamor of hundreds of thousands of people.

Lin Gui didn't look at him.

He looked around.

The shouts from the stands rose and fell, with cries of "Die, half-demon!" echoing everywhere.

He scanned the faces contorted with excitement.

Ironically, the loudest and most hysterical shouters were not the high-ranking nobles, nor the mages who hunted half-demons.

Instead, it was the ordinary people sitting in the last row who couldn't even get onto the stands.

Their faces were filled with fear and anger, as if the appearance of the half-demon would take away everything they had left.

Just like back then.

On the day the flames burned, the traitors echoed the nobles, laughing loudly.

The bystanders, the refugees, felt no sympathy, only hatred.

It was as if he, the one who had brought them new life, deserved to die.

Lin Gui closed his eyes.

He reached behind his back and took out his oak staff, then grasped it.

My fingertips caressed the smooth wood, feeling the same rounded texture as before.

He sighed.

Then I opened my eyes.

He raised the paper megaphone in his left hand back to his mouth.

"you're right."

His voice was calm, as calm as a stagnant pool.

"A lowly half-demon, a weak wandering mage, born into poverty with no status."

"They should be kept in the sewers, like a rat crossing the street, never able to rise again."

"Even if the lowly half-demon's strength is legendary."

He paused for a moment.

"Even a weak high-level mage can master the levitation spell without chanting."

"They are not qualified to participate in the selection of the noble transport team."