Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

With the arrival of news from Dongtei Fortress, the Transport Guild's announcement was confirmed.

The Seven Coins Post Office's transport truck did indeed arrive on the night of the selection event and unloaded 10,000 tons of goods.

It was personally signed by the branch president, Barrow.

Ten thousand tons.

This number was like a boulder thrown into a lake, creating ripples in the hearts of everyone who heard it.

Ten thousand tons of grain is enough to feed a city-state of one hundred thousand people for a whole year.

Ten thousand tons of machinery can build a fortress deep in the wilderness and continuously supply border cities.

Even the major merchant guilds in Tongmen City might not handle this many goods in their entire lives.

What's even more chilling is the speed.

From Copper Gate to Winterfell Fortress, the straight-line distance spans over a thousand kilometers, traversing three forbidden zones.

Any transport team, even a Moon-class one, would need at least two months.

This team only took one night.

The moment the news spread, the businessmen were the first to act.

Those shrewd old foxes started running around almost the instant they confirmed the news.

Someone sent people overnight to investigate the background of the Seven Coins Post Office.

Some people have already started preparing gift lists for their visits.

Some people even slammed their fists on the table at the dinner table, saying they wanted to be the first to sign a lifetime contract with this team, even if the team didn't survive the next year.

That urgency, that hunger, was like someone who had been starving for a whole year suddenly smelling the aroma of meat.

But just as they were getting ready to go, several more detailed intelligence reports were placed on their desks.

Led by a half-demon legend, he openly clashed with the magic guild, was promoted to the status of Undying Sun by the guild, publicly killed the only son of a noble family, and had deep ties with the refugee district, delivering messages for the refugees.

This information was like buckets of ice water poured on the newly kindled flames.

The merchants' expressions changed from eagerness to hesitation, from hesitation to confusion, and from confusion to a kind of constipation-like, indescribable frustration.

That feeling is like unexpectedly encountering a stunningly beautiful woman on the street who almost perfectly matches all your aesthetic standards.

My heart was racing and my blood was rushing to my head. Just as I was about to go up and talk to the other person, I was told that the other person had a bunch of diseases that could kill me.

Someone shook their head, crumpled up the newly written invitation card, and threw it into the fireplace.

Someone sighed and waved for the butler to take back the prepared gifts.

Someone held their wine glass in silence for a long time, finally only saying, "What a pity."

While the merchants were still hesitating, another piece of news had already shaken the entire city like a thunderclap.

The Rostov family, which had remained silent all along, had just been removed from the ranks of the nobility.

All assets were confiscated.

All titles of nobility were abolished.

The manor was sealed off, the servants were dismissed, and the estate was sealed off by the Transport Guild.

The Rostov family, which had dominated the Copper Gate City for a century, disappeared completely from the noble register overnight.

The charge is that Harold Rostov attempted to assassinate the Speaker of the League Parliament.

The speaker's name was Elvia Roland.

The Speaker of the Alliance Parliament is different from ordinary members who only have voting rights.

The speaker must have at least ten voting rights.

In the entire Alliance Parliament, no more than fifty individuals possess more than ten votes.

Those were the real people, standing at the pinnacle of power.

Within just a few days, a barrage of shocking news came crashing down like a machine gun, leaving the entire Copper Gate City almost numb.

Everyone is asking the same question.

Who is Elvia Roland? How come there's suddenly another speaker?

The speculation within the city grew increasingly intense, with everyone guessing her identity and the powerful force behind her.

Only Elvia herself knew that things were not as complicated as others imagined.

The Alliance Council stipulates that voting rights can only be held by the primary race that makes up the alliance.

Humans, Dwarves, High Elves, Orcs, Goblins, and Seafolk.

Half-demons are not among them.

What does this have to do with half-demons?

According to the alliance's rules, as long as someone is successfully selected for the Undying Sun, every member will have one vote.

The Limitless Members of the Undying Sun are ten.

Morgan and others were ineligible to vote due to their race, so they had to be transferred.

In order to directly crush the Rostov family, Lin Gui received his medal at the Transport Guild.

All the votes for the entire team were transferred to Elvia's name.

A total of ten votes.

Overnight, she went from being a princess of a fallen kingdom in the capital of Carter to one of the most powerful people in Akara.

She should have been overjoyed.

Power was the thing she had pursued the longest and desired the most in her life.

She once schemed and plotted in the capital of Carter in her quest for the throne.

Now, someone has smashed open the doors of the entire alliance's parliament and shoved the key to the world's greatest power into her hands.

But she couldn't smile.

Outside the copper gate city, inside the newly built post office.

Elvia sat in the guest chair, leaning back, looking up at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

The breath was exhaled long, as if to clear out everything that had been pent up in the chest cavity.

Across from them, a woman in a dark purple dress leaned against another chair.

She held the unopened folding fan in her hand, smiling as she looked at Elvia.

"What is it that makes Akara's most powerful woman sit here sighing?"

Elvia rolled her eyes and looked at the smiling woman opposite her.

A familiar face, who had just nailed Harold to the ground, came knocking on his door the very next minute.

His tone was serious.

"How about I give you those ten votes for free?"

The woman smiled faintly and shook her head.

"I'm just a businessman."

She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice.

"I want to live a few more years."

Elvia rolled her eyes at the other person and leaned back in her chair.

moan and groan.

She could accept becoming the bright moon or the blazing sun.

Those things, though dangerous, are at least within a tolerable range.

The Alliance Council's attention won't fall on that so quickly.

They still have time to adapt, to manage, and to gradually pave the way.

But the Undying Sun is different.

On the day they become the Undying Sun, all the forces in Akara will take notice of them.

Magic guilds, noble families, those old families entrenched in Dawn City, those forces hidden in the shadows, and those behemoths whose names she couldn't even recall.

They would swim towards them from all directions like sharks that have smelled blood.

I'm not here to make friends.

We must unite and do everything in our power to kill them.

The power of the Undying Sun is so great that it makes those who truly hold power uneasy.

Those three surviving, immortal suns each gained their foothold only through decades of bloody battles and countless near-death experiences.

They have a solid foundation and deep roots, like three old trees rooted in the cracks of rocks, which cannot be blown down by the wind.

What is the Seven Coins Post Office Transport Team?

A transport team that had only been established for a few days, led by a high-ranking mage and several legendary half-demons.

He was put in that position before he even had a chance to sit down properly.

In the eyes of those big shots, they were just a piece of fat meat with a flag on it.

Elvia knew better than anyone else that Lin Gui knew all this.

That bastard is never short of scheming; he never falls into a trap without thinking.

He took each step carefully, knowing what lay ahead and what the consequences would be.

But he still stepped in.

With that achievement that made the Transport Guild an exception and promoted them to the Undying Sun without any objection, they single-handedly carried this road.

It was because of those people in the refugee community who had no blood relation to him.

Just because of those vagrants who were killed by nobles and piled up in the post office?

They were instead put on a train that could derail at any moment, instead of quietly advancing their plans.

Elvia's gaze fell through the window on the second floor of the post office onto the endless refugee district in the distance.

Those low, crooked shacks formed a gray, gloomy shadow in the twilight.

She remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a soft murmur.

"Lin Gui"

"Is it worth it?"