Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The noise from the stands continued.

But the important figures at the very top of the platform remained silent.

Levitation spell without chanting?

The nobles stopped whispering to each other and all turned their gazes to the black-haired mage.

On the podium, Turan and Aldrick stared intently at Lin Gui.

Cassius in front of him smiled.

It wasn't anger, it was mockery.

He had initially thought it was some legendary figure challenging him, but it turned out to be a high-level player.

He didn't even consciously try to sense it; the moment his magic was naturally released, he had already figured out the other party's background.

How dare a wandering mage who hasn't even reached the Transcendent level yell at him?

"A levitation spell without chanting?"

Cassius's voice carried a condescending contempt, and the curve of his lips widened.

"You're the only tall one—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Morgan stepped forward and put his hand on Lin Gui's shoulder.

There was no warning, no chanting.

After a massive burst of magical power, Lin Gui gripped his staff and gently waved it.

The black transport vehicle jolted violently, and the entire vehicle instantly rose into the air.

Lin Gui's staff drew an arc in the air, and the transport vehicle hovered above his head, bringing an end to the noisy scene.

In the stands, the cursing of hundreds of thousands of people abruptly stopped, as if someone had grabbed their throats at the same time.

On the dock, almost all the legends stood up at the same time.

Some people knocked over wine glasses, some knocked over chairs, and some didn't even notice when they dropped what they were holding.

Their eyes were fixed on the staff in Lin Gui's hand, and on the transport vehicle hovering above his head. Their expressions changed from confusion to shock, and from shock to disbelief.

Cassius, facing the demon Lin Gui, froze instantly with a mocking expression.

Pupils slightly dilated.

The smile on her lips was still there, but it was frozen, as if it had been frozen in place.

His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

Lin Gui didn't look at him.

He looked around and raised his right hand.

On the right side of the dock, a transport vehicle bearing the Iron Fist flag shook slightly before slowly taking off into the air, much to the bewilderment of the team members.

On the left, the Blackthorn's transport vehicle also floated up.

Behind them, Blood Wolf.

Further on, it's made of gray wood.

One, two, three... ten, twenty, thirty.

One after another, they seemed to be lifted up from below by an invisible hand, then flew into the sky, swirling and ascending in the air, following the movement of the staff.

Those were... each of those transport trucks fully loaded with a hundred tons of weight.

It just flew away like that?

The people in the stands were dumbfounded.

Forty massive transport vehicles circled and lined up in the sky, following the trail of the Forest Ghost's Staff, like a flock of tamed giant birds drawing huge circles in the blue sky.

At the parking spot, the drivers of those transport teams were still standing there, heads tilted back, mouths agape, watching their vehicles fly through the air.

"My car—"

Someone shouted, but the sound was quickly drowned out by the gasps and exclamations around them.

Those who truly understood this scene did not gasp in surprise.

They remained silent, their gazes not fixed on the transport vehicles flying overhead.

Instead, they looked at the high-ranking mage on the dock, waving his staff and remaining silent.

The North Wind Caravan's seats in the stands.

Betty tilted her head back, her neck almost bent at a right angle.

Her eyes were fixed on the enormous creatures flying through the air.

He stretched out his hand, his thumb and forefinger indicating a distance, as if measuring something.

"Fifty meters...eighty meters...one hundred meters..."

Her voice grew softer and more uncertain.

When she reached 100 meters, she put her hand down.

He turned around, looked at his teacher, and asked.

"Teacher, what's the maximum casting range of the Levitation spell again?"

Freya did not answer.

She watched as the transport trucks rose higher and higher.

120 meters. 150 meters. 180 meters.

Her breathing almost stopped.

At Twilight Fortress, she had witnessed the other party's long-range manipulation.

But I never expected it to reach this level, a level beyond my comprehension.

Is this the levitation spell without chanting?

But what Freya didn't know was that even if she could one day cast a levitation spell without chanting, she still wouldn't be able to do it to this extent.

When Lin Gui first mastered the levitation technique, he tested his control limits.

It is only 124 meters.

The reason he can now reach a height of 200 meters is largely because, as he has mastered each wind spell to its full potential, his control over wind magic has reached an unprecedented level of precision.

The transport vehicle in the sky finally came to a stop, suspended two hundred meters in the air.

Then, all forty transport vehicles simultaneously lost their support.

They began to fall.

A huge gasp erupted from the stands.

Hundreds of thousands of people gasped at the same time, the sound as loud as a gust of wind sweeping across the square.

The transport vehicle, weighing at least 100 tons, plummeted straight down from a height of 200 meters, its speed increasing rapidly, accompanied by howling wind.

Just when everyone thought they were about to crash to the ground.

Lin Gui gently raised his staff.

Forty transport vehicles slowed down simultaneously.

It felt like being gently lifted up by a pair of hands, landing slowly and steadily.

One after another, they landed in their original positions.

The dust on the car body wasn't shaken off.

The dock was so quiet you could hear the wind.

Lin Gui put down his staff and looked at the two epic figures on the podium.

His voice wasn't loud, but thanks to the amplification magic, it spread to every corner of the entire square.

"These are the wandering mages and evil half-demons you all called 'get out'?"

"Now, tell me."

Lin Gui bypassed Cassius and stared directly at the two epic figures on the podium.

"Should we do as they say and get out of this selection process?"

No one answered.

Tobias opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Turan stood there, motionless, like a statue.

Aldrick looked at the questioning Lin Gui with astonishment, and at the black transport vehicle still floating above his head.

Excitement flashed in his eyes, his arm trembled slightly, and he stood up with a smile.

He looked around.

In the stands, those who had just been shouting curses were now shrinking back, their eyes darting around, not daring to meet his gaze.

The nobles who had been pounding the table in righteous indignation were as quiet as a flock of quails.

The clerics, waving their staffs, sat up straight, each one more upright than the last.

Aldrick's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck everyone's chest like a hammer blow.

"The Transport Association has never imposed racial restrictions on candidates."

"As long as you have the ability to pass the selection, the ability to cross the forbidden area, and the ability to make a living on the edge, no matter your identity—whether you are a criminal, a half-demon, a monster, a demon who speaks the Common Tongue, or a true demon—the doors of the Transport Guild will always be open to you."

The noise from the stands completely disappeared.

"so……"

Aldrick's gaze swept across the stands, over those who had just been shouting the loudest.

"What were you just shouting?"

"The Black Snow Transport Team of the Undying Sun has one Blood Demon. Isn't that enough to prove the guild's attitude on this matter?"

No one dared to speak.

"The transport team needs capable people, not useless people who can only talk the talk."

His voice turned cold.

Then he turned around and looked at Cassius.

"And also, Chairman Cassius."

Cassius's expression changed.

"Your actions just now, in another context, could easily be seen as a declaration of war against the Transportation Guild."

Aldrick’s tone was flat, but that flatness was more chilling than any roar.

"Don't cross the line."

Cassius's face turned bright red, and his chest heaved more and more violently.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress all his anger and humiliation.

But he couldn't help raising his voice.

"Do you know what that half-demon means to Thousand Towers, and what he means to the Great Sage? And yet you still intend to protect them?"

Aldrick looked at him, his eyes showing no emotion.

"I know that too."

He paused for a moment.

"What price did the Transport Guild pay to get your Hidden Tower Master out of seclusion and to meet your exorbitant demands?"

"And the Thousand Towers Transport Team, which should have been standing in that position, is nowhere to be found."

Cassius's expression froze.

Aldrich just looked at Cassius.

That gaze was like a mountain, making it hard for Cassius to breathe.

Cassius's face changed from red to white, then from white to blue.

He gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

His fingers clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Finally, he loosened his fist.

After staring intently at Morgan for a moment, he turned around and strode towards the dock.

The footsteps were heavy, each step sounding like an outburst of anger.

When his figure disappeared into the crowd, no one dared to follow him.

After Cassius left, Aldrick stepped down from the stage.

Turan followed behind him, his footsteps silent, like a cat.

Tobias bent slightly and followed closely behind.

The smile on his face was stiff, like a mask stuck to his face.

On the way there, Tobias kept frantically gesturing with his eyes to several staff members not far away.

The staff members were taken aback.

Following his gaze, I saw a crumpled piece of paper in the corner of the floor.

One of the staff members was the first to react. He quietly moved over, bent down to pick up the crumpled paper, and stuffed it into his sleeve. His movements were so fast that they were almost silent.

Tobias then looked away, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Aldrick walked up to Lin Gui and stopped.

He was extremely tall, almost twice as tall as Lin Gui.

He looked down at Lin Gui with a scrutinizing yet satisfied expression in his eyes.

"good."

His voice was deep, like muffled thunder rolling in from afar.

"Heroes emerge from among the young."

The sun had moved to the very center.

The sunlight shone directly down from above, compressing the shadows on the dock into tiny black dots.

"Thump, thump, thump"

The bell rang.

Three deep, resonant chimes emanated from the clock tower behind the stands, echoing throughout the entire venue.

That was the bell signaling the start of the selection competition.

Aldrick turned his head to look at Tobias.

Tobias quickly extended his hand from behind his back.

The smoothed-out registration form had somehow ended up in his palm.

The paper still has creases, but the writing is still clearly legible.

Audrey took the registration form and glanced at it.

Then his eyebrows rose.

The remarks section was filled with densely packed text.

It not only tells the story of Lin Gui's levitation technique without chanting, but also explains many other things.

The purpose of participating in the selection process is to open the Seven Copper Coin Post Office and to protect the legendary half-demon.

He even explained his grudges with the City of a Thousand Towers.

The death of Edwin Morales.

Although the specific details were not stated, the notes clearly stated that their deaths were related to Lin Gui.

Aldrick's expression turned strange.

He looked up at Lin Gui.

Lin Gui looked at him, his black eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

"If you wish to back out, it's not too late."

Aldrick paused for a moment.

Then he laughed.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it wasn't polite or perfunctory; it was a genuine laugh from the heart, a laugh that came from finding something interesting.

"A high-ranking mage."

He shook his head and sighed as he looked at the registration form.

"This has caused quite a bit of trouble."

His gaze passed over Lin Gui and landed on Morgan, Cedric, and Freeman behind him.

The three people stood ramrod straight, but their fingers were all slightly curled up.

Morgan gripped the hem of his robe tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Cedric's jaw tightened slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Freeman lowered his eyes, his body tense.

Aldrick's gaze swept over them, not lingering for long.

Then he saw the last person.

The masked, burly knight.

His gaze stopped.

He stared at the knight for a few moments, his brow furrowing slightly before relaxing.

The knight stepped forward.

He took off his mask.

He revealed a resolute face, weathered and etched with the marks of time.

In his early forties, one could still see the composure he had cultivated in the aristocratic circles of Dawn City during his youth.

Hewlett placed his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and performed a standard knightly salute.

"It's nice to meet you again, Lord Aldrick."

Aldrick stared at him, stunned for a long while.

Then he sighed.

The breath was long and deep, carrying an indescribable, complex flavor.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

His gaze shifted to Lin Gui and the others, then returned to Hewlett's face.

"He's even hanging out with half-demons."

He paused for a moment.

Then he chuckled softly.

That's just your personality.

Hewlett didn't reply, but simply straightened up and put his mask back on.

Aldrick looked away and glanced around.

In the stands, hundreds of thousands of people are still waiting.

On the docking platform, the participating teams were still watching.

"alright."

His voice regained its steady, unquestionable tone.

"There isn't much time left."

"We can't let others just stand by and watch us."

Lin Gui nodded.

He turned around and gently waved his staff.

The black train, covered in messy hammer marks, slowly descended from overhead.

It landed steadily in the berth of the Sun-class aircraft carrier.

The moment the car landed, the Starstone ground emitted a dull thud.

Tobias quickly led his staff to greet them.

They began loading heavy objects onto the train.

Pallets of iron ingots were lifted and placed into the carriage.

The staff used both hands and feet, moving several times faster than before, afraid of wasting even a second.

Aldrick stood in front of Lin Gui and began confirming the members according to the registration form.

He opened the registration form and read it aloud, column by column.

"Seven Copper Coins Post Office Transport Team"

"Captain, high-ranking mage, Lin Gui."

"Vice-Captain, Lower-Rank Extraordinary Knight, Elvia Roland."

"Member: Legendary mid-rank mage, Morgan Adrian."

"Legendary Lower Knight, Hewlett Grant."

"Legendary Lower-Rank Assassin, Freeman."

"Legendary Lower-Rank Assassin, Cedric."

"Eileen, a low-level transcendent mage."

After Aldrich finished reading, his expression turned strange.

The class structure is very illogical; there are too many assassins, and no scholars or priests.

Moreover, it seems that the weaker one is, the higher their status is.

It's one thing that this mage who doesn't chant is the captain, but how come the vice-captain is... a low-level extraordinary knight?

He raised his head, looked at Lin Gui, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It seems a few people are missing."

Lin Gui's tone was indifferent.

"I don't think everyone needs to be present for the guild selection process."

He paused for a moment, suppressing the faint killing intent in his eyes, and then spoke.

"They...have their own things to do."