Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

three days later.

Lin Gui defeated the Bright Tower Master, who had just returned from his cultivation trip, and ended the final challenge around the tower.

He walked up the winding stone steps of the wind tower.

After passing through several archways engraved with wind runes, we arrived at the warehouse level where Vayne was located.

The warehouse door was ajar, and rustling sounds could be heard from inside.

Lin Gui stepped inside and saw a somewhat unexpected scene.

Wayne was squatting on the ground, stuffing things into a large wooden crate.

His movements were swift and cheerful, as if he were packing for a long-awaited trip.

Several neatly folded robes were stacked at the bottom of the trunk.

Several old books with curled edges were piled up to the side.

There was also a teacup that looked like it had been used for many years, which was carefully wrapped in cloth and stuffed into the gap.

He was humming a tuneless little tune.

Occasionally, I would stop and tilt my head to look at the layout inside the box.

Then they stuffed in another roll of old map.

He looked as happy as a child about to go on a hike.

The deputy tower master standing next to him, however, was a completely different person.

The deputy tower master of the wind tower was named Prann Silver.

He was a tall, thin middle-aged man.

The strength of a legend below the top rank.

While Wayne was out running errands, he was in charge of Lin Gui's daily life.

After spending the last few days together, the two have become quite familiar with each other.

He is a very kind and gentle man.

Lin Gui quite enjoyed interacting with the other party.

And at this moment, this kind and honest man...

His expression was completely different from Wayne's.

He squatted down next to another box and mechanically handed things into it.

His gaze was unfocused, as if he were doing a chore that had nothing to do with him.

His entire demeanor was shrouded in a sense of dejection.

His shoulders were slightly slumped, and he sighed occasionally, then sighed again.

Lin Gui walked up to Wayne and said something.

"The Taklimakan Rally Challenge is over."

"Harold has sent me to participate in the trials prepared by the Lord of the Wind Tower."

Wayne turned around, a barely suppressed smile on his face.

He dusted off his hands, stood up, and casually patted the deputy tower master on the shoulder.

"Did you hear that, apprentice?"

"Go and get that done."

Pulan raised his head, his eyes glazed over for a moment.

Then he slowly stood up and walked to a table piled with miscellaneous items by the wall.

A small instrument, about the size of a palm, was pulled out from a drawer.

The instrument was entirely silver-white, with a row of tiny buttons and a display screen with runes embedded in its surface.

He looked down and pressed a few buttons, then leaned closer to the screen for a few more glances, and raised his hand to make a few cursory swipes on it.

Then he looked up at Lin Gui, his voice flat.

"alright."

"Junior Brother Lin Gui."

"You have completed the trial of the Windmark Tower."

"It broke the record for the best performance in history."

Lin Gui: "..."

He glanced at the instrument in the deputy tower master's hand, then looked at Wayne.

"this one?"

"Shouldn't you at least take me to the Windmark Tower?"

Wayne shrugged.

"What are you going there for?"

"Want to climb the tower?"

"That thing has more than two hundred layers, full of wind blades and wind pressure. You'll be exhausted after climbing it."

Lin Gui sighed.

Fine.

They've gone to such lengths to give him the green light, what else can he say?

He then asked a question.

"So I'm now the most talented wind magic user in the tower?"

Before Wayne could answer, the deputy tower master spoke first.

His voice still carried that faint sense of dejection.

"It also requires parliamentary approval and some very complicated procedures."

"They will complete the formalities when you arrive in Dawn City."

So there's no need to worry.

It's a done deal that Lin Gui will become the Tower.

Wayne's joining the transport team was also completed a few days ago.

Wayne's arrival shocked everyone in the Thousand Towers Transport Guild.

It is said that the report was sent all the way to the Chief of Staff.

If Lin Gui's levitation spell without chanting shook the entire Transport Guild, then the addition of the Wind Tower Master was even more dramatic.

In terms of levitation, Wayne isn't much worse than Lin Gui, with a casting time of about a second.

His abilities rank among the top three in the transport team.

With the addition of Wayne, the Seven Coins Post Office's transport fleet is now on par with all previous generations of the Blazing Sun.

Compared to Edwin, Wayne is the kind of person the Transport Guild needs to become the Sunfire.

So Wayne's application was approved within hours.

The Wayne affair is over.

After he finishes all the things that need to be done after resigning, he will head directly north to Dawn City, where he will wait for Lin Gui's arrival.

Wayne had intended to leave with Lin Gui.

Unfortunately, it will take a considerable amount of time for a veteran who has been in charge of Qianta for over twenty years to resign and leave completely.

Lin Gui couldn't wait for Wayne, and he didn't want Wayne to follow him either.

Only two people knew that they wanted to cross the red desert back to Karan.

Lin Gui himself, and Elvia.

The matter of Xinghuo was too special; even the half-demon Morgan didn't know how dangerous what Lin Gui wanted to do was.

Half-demons are special because of their race, and also because of the kindness of the forest ghosts who saved them.

Even if they move into Kalan, Lin Gui is very confident that he can make them willingly serve Kalan.

But he couldn't guarantee that for Wayne.

If the other party wants to leave, no one can stop them.

Edwin, a legendary player who rose to the top rank, could easily defeat three lower-ranked legendary players; so could Wayne.

So even though Wayne joined his transport team, he didn't intend to pull him in or actually recruit him.

But... what he overheard last night still lingers like a thorn in Lin Gui's side.

When he first arrived at Thousand Towers, he didn't know much about the power struggles at the top.

Not to mention Wayne, even the district where he now lives was something he looked up to back then.

Now, it seems that some dramatic changes have occurred in Qianta since he left.

Lin Gui wasn't very perceptive about this, but he sensed it was an opportunity.

He stepped forward, knelt down, and helped Wayne smooth out a crumpled map.

Then, as he folded the map and put it into the box, he asked in a casual tone.

"By the way, Mr. Wayne."

"I've always been a little curious—"

"How did you manage to become the master of the Wind Tower in the Thousand Towers?"

Wayne paused for a moment.

Then he chuckled, his voice carrying a complex meaning.

"How do I sit down?"

"They were pushed up there."

"Back then, the Thousand Towers were a complete mess, and no one wanted to take over the mess that was the Wind Tower."

"I happened to be standing right next to him when he suddenly pushed me down."

He spoke very softly, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Lin Gui sensed his resistance, but did not press him further. Instead, he looked at Pulan.

"What about Brother Pulan?"

When did you join Wind Tower?

Pulan raised his head, his gaze somewhat blank.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just shook his head.

"It's been a long time."

"It's been so long that I've almost forgotten."

His voice carried a dull weariness.

Lin Gui tried a few more times, asking about what happened back then in a more subtle way.

But neither Wayne nor Plan said much.

Both of them were immersed in their own emotions.

One was grinning from ear to ear, while the other looked as dejected as if someone had just died.

Lin Gui sighed helplessly and put the matter aside for the time being.

It seems we can only leave it to a certain intelligence expert.

Time flies, and the day of the exhibition's opening has arrived.

There was absolutely no word about the exhibition taking place in the magic and trade districts.

This is an activity exclusive to the upper levels of the Thousand Pagodas.

The streets were still bustling with people, the cries of vendors and the conversations of pedestrians mingling together.

Nobody knows, in that museum in the Huanta District.

A grand event, accessible only to the powerful, is about to begin.