Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui sighed.

Despite not being of noble birth, White's ability to advance from the Royal Magic Academy to the Heart of Elements demonstrates his exceptional talent.

He should have had a bright future, but he has fallen to this state because of a single declaration of love.

Instead of directing their anger and resentment towards the culprit that caused them to become what they are, they transferred it onto the object of their former affections.

Looking at the description of the Lillian family in the table.

A disgraced nobleman's illegitimate son.

Lin Gui shook his head. What could he say?

White is a mage whose strength is only at the upper-middle level.

Eli's pet demon dog would probably tear him to pieces.

Even with such resentment, the insurmountable gap was enough to extinguish all of White's ideas.

Even he himself, when the enemy he had dreamed of killing countless times came before him, did he not make a move?

Although Lin Gui looked down on White's actions just now.

But in the post-apocalyptic city-state, he had seen far too many people like White.

To draw one's sword against the strong?

That's not a strong person, but a "god" who controls everything in this world.

He chased after them here because of astigmatism correction.

Now that the Astigmatism scroll has been burned, White has indeed not mastered that spell.

Unable to get any more useful information, he turned and left the room.

Lin Gui descended the creaking stairs, passed through the crooked door of the traveler's inn, and returned to the darkness of the gray district.

A cold wind rushed into his collar, and he wrapped his old robe tighter around himself, clutching the charm list he had taken from White, and looked down at Lillian's portrait.

A petite girl, her hood pulled low, was holding a thick book in her arms.

Looking at her, Lin Gui secretly complained.

"Why is finding a solution for astigmatism correction so complicated?"

"Let's hope there's no more accidents."

He closed the booklet and looked up at the sky.

The night sky had completely darkened.

A few sparse stars hung above the low rooftops of the gray area.

The night wind, carrying the smells of dust and cooking smoke, blew in from the alley entrance.

It's obviously not appropriate to go find Lillian from the Elemental Heart Academy at this point.

Lin Gui decided to go back to the post office to rest for the night and make further plans when it was light the next day.

He retraced his steps along the dilapidated streets of the grey area.

The stone slabs underfoot gradually became flat and dense, and the low brick houses and dilapidated wooden buildings on both sides were gradually replaced by neat stone buildings.

The further you go, the wider the streets become and the brighter the light.

When Lin Gui stepped out of the gray zone and into the main urban area of ​​the Thousand Towers City, the scene before him suddenly opened up.

The night seemed to have been banished here.

Every ten steps, a magic lamppost stands on both sides of the street, its top adorned with a crystal ball that emits a soft, warm white light, illuminating the entire street as if it were daytime.

The shop sign gleamed with gold paint and copper ornaments under the lights, and the tavern was filled with noisy laughter and the clinking of glasses.

Pedestrians dressed in various colors flowed continuously through the streets.

Several young students dressed in Royal Magic Academy uniforms walked by in twos and threes, the academy emblem on their collars particularly eye-catching under the lights.

They discussed loudly the experiments they had done in class during the day, their laughter drifting in the night breeze.

Lin Gui also saw several demi-humans.

A girl with cat ears squatted in front of a roadside stall, her tail tip swaying gently, carefully selecting crystal ornaments from the stall.

Her companion, a boy with antlers, stood patiently by, holding a bag of freshly bought roasted chestnuts.

Further away, several figures stepped down from a magnificent carriage.

They were tall and slender, with exquisitely beautiful faces that seemed otherworldly. Pointed ears peeked out from their silver hair, gleaming softly under the light.

High Elves.

They wore well-tailored robes with intricate silver embroidery on the fabric.

Each step was taken with a calm rhythm.

As his gaze swept over the surrounding streets and pedestrians, there was a natural sense of distance in his eyes.

It was as if they were gazing at things from another world.

Lin Gui was very familiar with that look in his eyes.

That's called, I want to wear the nobility of my bloodline on my face.

He did not stop.

This prosperity has nothing to do with him.

He quickened his pace through the crowd, avoiding the noisy pubs and food stalls.

I walked along the increasingly quiet street toward the post office.

We finally returned to the district where the post office was located.

The post office was lit up, and Lin Gui saw Elvia sitting at the counter, frowning as she sorted through the letters through the window.

She seemed to be checking some form, a torn letter between her fingers, a hint of confusion on her face.

As she looked up, her gaze swept across the window and she spotted Lin Gui's return.

Elvia immediately put down the letter in her hand, got up, walked around the counter, quickly went to the door, and reached out to pull open the latch.

The door was pushed open a crack, and Lin Gui slipped in sideways.

Just as he brushed past her, Elvia lowered her voice and whispered something.

"We have a guest, someone with considerable influence, who says they're here to see you."

Lin Gui did not stop walking; he merely nodded almost imperceptibly.

"understood."

He didn't ask any more questions immediately.

His gaze had already passed over Elvia's shoulder and landed on the bench against the wall in the post office lobby.

An old man was lying sprawled out on it, a large gray magic hat covering his entire face.

His hat rose and fell slightly with his breathing, as if he were fast asleep.

Her hands were folded over her belly, her fingers were long and her nails were neatly trimmed.

The robe he wore was dark gray, thick in texture, and the fabric shimmered with a very faint silver sheen under the light.

Lin Gui silently activated the Netherworld Eye.

My gaze pierced through the hat and the loose, aged skin, and saw the other person's magnificent soul.

Lin Gui raised an eyebrow.

A legendary rise to power?

more than.

That dense, almost solid magical power was not far from that threshold.

He was even closer to that rank than Edwin, the master of the Hidden Tower.

Lin Gui narrowed his eyes.

He walked to the bench and looked down at the old man who was fast asleep.

Then he reached out and tapped the wooden armrest of the bench lightly.

Knock knock knock.

The old man didn't move.

Lin Gui knocked twice more, this time with slightly more force.

"Feed".

The old man's body trembled, as if he had been pulled out of a deep dream.

He let out a muffled groan and his fingers, which were resting on his stomach, twitched.

Then he raised his hand and lifted a corner of the hat off his face.

A pair of old eyes, not yet fully focused, appeared hazily.

He blinked twice, his gaze wandering in the air for a moment before finally finding Lin Gui standing in front of him.

His brows furrowed, and he muttered in a hoarse voice, clearly annoyed that his sweet dream had been interrupted.

Who are you?

Lin Gui crossed his arms and looked down at him.

"The post office owner."

"You were looking for me?"

The old man paused for a moment, as if his mind hadn't fully caught up.

He sat up, his hat slipping off his face.

His messy, graying hair and two upturned mustaches were visible.

He rubbed his eyes, then his nose, and looked at Lin Gui again.

His gaze swept from Lin Gui's face to his shoulder, then from his robe to his boots, scrutinizing him several times.

"The post office owner?"

"Wait a minute, I need to find a kid named Lin Gui."

Lin Gui raised his chin.

"I'm that kid named Lin Gui."

The old man suddenly stopped in his tracks as he was about to lie down again.

He tilted his head, and the lingering sleepiness in his old eyes quickly faded.

Instead, there is a bright and sharp scrutiny.

He looked at Lin Gui again from head to toe, this time even more carefully.

"You're that little guy who can levitate without chanting?"