Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The full name of the exhibition is very long.

It's called the "City of a Thousand Towers: A Fair to Discover Magical Civilization and Treasures".

The name sounds like it was designed for academics and sharing.

In fact, that was indeed the case at first.

Decades ago.

Several tower owners in the area surrounding the tower made a proposal.

The ancient books, artifacts, and magical creations treasured in each tower will be on display.

It is intended for students, researchers, and pilgrims in the Magic Zone to observe and learn from.

The exhibitions back then were simple and unpretentious.

Several rows of long tables and some glass cabinets.

Most of the visitors were young people in school uniforms or monks who had traveled a long way to visit.

They held notebooks in their hands, engrossed in taking notes in front of the display case, marveling at the pinnacle of magical creations.

But I don't know when it started, it gradually changed its flavor.

The exhibits are becoming increasingly valuable, and the venues are becoming increasingly luxurious.

The name on the invitation changed from scholar to nobleman, and from nobleman to tower owner.

Up to now.

It has completely evolved into a gathering that only the most powerful people at the very top of the Thousand Towers can enter.

The venue is located in the museum in the Huanta District.

It was a circular building made entirely of white marble.

The dome is inlaid with a huge array of magic light stones.

Even at night, the entire venue is illuminated as if it were daytime.

The interior of the museum is decorated in an extremely luxurious manner.

The floor was covered with a deep red velvet carpet.

The walls are adorned with magical paintings from different eras.

The display cases were designed by the dwarf casting master himself, and each one is priceless.

The items displayed inside.

Any one of these items would be enough to cause a sensation in the magical world.

But for those powerful individuals who are able to enter the Ring Tower area...

These exhibits weren't very appealing.

Semi-divine artifact, ancient relic, forbidden spell scroll.

These are things that are out of reach for ordinary people.

In their private treasury, there may already be several rows of them piled up.

The exhibition was important to them.

It was just one of the many gatherings throughout the year, and it was insignificant.

Their real purpose in coming here was to consolidate their alliances, exchange benefits, and confirm their respective positions.

Incidentally, it also allows those who are not qualified to set foot here.

Those who want to use this as a springboard to reach the upper class.

It was clear how difficult it was to push that door open.

At the entrance of the exhibition hall, a long queue had already formed.

A row of ornately decorated carriages were parked on the stone-paved road in front of the gate.

The carriage doors opened, and one after another, elegantly dressed nobles and mages stepped out.

But not everyone can get through that door smoothly.

Just minutes ago, an old count, who was very famous in the Magic District, was stopped at the door.

His surname is well-known enough in the Magic District.

His wealth was enough to buy a block and a half of a district.

His servants were enough to completely block the doorway.

However, the invitation he was holding was missing a stamp.

The young monk in charge of the review glanced at him.

He said in a flat tone, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, your invitation does not meet the required specifications."

The old count's face went from rosy to ashen, and then from ashen to purplish-brown.

He stood at the door, his lips trembling, wanting to explode, but he held back.

Because the nobles around him were already watching him.

His gaze held an undisguised sneer, as if he were watching a farcical performance.

He simply snorted, turned away, and, looking disheveled, climbed into the carriage and left.

One carriage after another arrived, and the nobles passed through the entrance in turn.

Some people were asked to remove their rings and necklaces.

Some people were asked to remove the disguise runes attached to their bodies.

Several pale-colored magical rays of light.

The detector swept across the stone above the door frame, stripping away the disguise magic from each person.

A young noblewoman stepped into the testing area.

The illusion covering the hair color was instantly wiped away, revealing the gray-white hair roots underneath.

Her face flushed instantly, and she strode inside without looking back.

Nobody gave him a second glance.

One carriage after another stopped at the gate.

The car door opened, and familiar faces stepped out.

They passed through a magical check at the entrance and handed over the guards' weapons.

Remove the disguise magic from your body, and then step through the half-open oak door.

Every step was meticulously planned, and every face wore a perfectly timed smile.

Then, the arrival of a dark-colored carriage attracted a lot of attention.

It was a dark blue four-wheeled carriage with silver trim along the edges of the carriage.

After the car door opened, a foot wearing a white high heel stepped out first.

Then came the hem of the deep blue long skirt, which was gently lifted by a hand, revealing a slender ankle.

When a blonde woman stepped out of the carriage, the surrounding air seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Her long, golden hair was carefully styled into a bun, adorned with a silver hairpin.

A pair of small pearl earrings hung on her earlobes.

Her makeup was exquisite and appropriate, perfectly highlighting every advantage of her facial features.

The few steps it took for a person to walk from the carriage to the entrance.

They walked with ease and grace, as if strolling in their own garden.

A girl dressed in a black and white maid outfit followed behind her.

He lowered his head and followed her half a step with light steps.

All eyes were fixed on her face.

Until someone noticed the badge pinned to her collar.

That's the standard design for the transport team's badge.

Its color is a gold base with dark red outline.

It is the undying blazing sun...

The previously relaxed, hushed conversation around them suddenly felt as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats.

Several gazes shifted from admiration to fear.

Elvia ignored those stares.

She chuckled softly, lifted her foot, and led Levy, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, toward the entrance.

The young monk in charge of the review raised his hand as usual.

A light-colored magical light swept out from the detection stone above the door frame and landed on the two people.

The light flashed across Elvia, but nothing seemed amiss.

But when it landed on Levy, the runes on the detection stone trembled slightly.

The young mage's gaze fell on Levy, paused for a moment, and then he spoke.

His tone carried a perfunctory detachment.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

"The existence of disguise magic is not allowed in this arena."

He pointed at Levy, clearly having noticed the disguise in the color of her eyes.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Before Elvia could even speak, a hand suddenly swung out from the side.

With a sharp crack, the young mage's face was slapped to one side, and he staggered half a step.

The middle-aged person in charge of entry verification had bent over, his forehead almost touching his knees.

His voice carried a hurried, fearful tone.

"Your Excellency Speaker, please forgive his rudeness."

"He was temporarily transferred from the Heart of Elements. It's his first time here, and he doesn't know the rules."

Elvia glanced down at the stunned young mage.

He then looked at the person in charge in front of him, who looked like he was about to break himself in two, and smiled.

"It's okay, he was just doing his job."

"only......"

She turned her head to look at Levy behind her.

"Would you mind removing your disguise?"

Levy lowered her head and remained silent for a moment.

"I am a half-demon."

Elvia smiled faintly and whispered in her ear.

"Don't worry, with me here, no one will dare to hurt you."

Levy trembled slightly and took a deep breath.

Then a thin mist slowly faded from the surface of her pupils.

The true color underneath was revealed.

Blood red.

A few suppressed gasps came from the surrounding crowd.

As his half-demon identity was exposed.

Those who had never seen Elvia before finally recognized her.

They may not have heard of Elvia, the ten-vote speaker.

But you must have heard that in the selection of the transport team, half of the members are legendary half-demons, and the selection process is completed at an inhuman speed.

In Thousand Towers, only they could bring half-demons out on the streets.

Elvia smiled and was about to continue walking forward with Levy.

A gentle voice came from behind me, carrying just the right amount of warmth.

"Speaker, please wait a moment."

Elvia stopped in her tracks.

She turned around.

The Soul Tower Master stood a few steps away, dressed in a deep purple dress, her smile polite and gentle.

Beside her, the handsome legendary knight still followed.

She stepped forward, her tone as natural as if she were greeting an old friend.

"This is the first time the Speaker has come to the Huanta District; he is unfamiliar with the area."

"How about we travel together?"

Her expression was perfectly composed, with a smile playing at just the right moment at the corners of her mouth.

But Elvia still noticed the faint weariness beneath her eyelids.

And the shadows deep in the eyes that were not completely concealed.

The explosion a few days ago had clearly caused this woman considerable trouble.

Elvia smiled in response.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Tower Master."

"I would also like to visit this exhibition that gathers the treasures of the Akara continent with the Tower Master of the Soul Tower."

The two walked side by side, accompanied by their respective attendants, into the venue.

Sunlight poured down from the dome, illuminating the entire space.

Luna turned her head and spoke in a casual tone.

"Oh, right—"

"Why haven't we seen Captain Lin?"

Elvia didn't turn around, her voice carrying a natural casualness.

"He has some things to take care of at the wind tower, he'll be here later."

Luna's expression changed slightly for a moment, then returned to her perfectly composed smile.

She nodded, her tone carrying a profound sigh.

"I see."

Elvia smiled at Luna and added another sentence.

"He participated in the selection process for the Tower twenty days ago."

"I think the Soul Tower Master should be aware of this."

When she mentioned "twenty days ago," she unconsciously emphasized the point in her voice.

Luna's smile remained impeccable.

But Elvia clearly caught the momentary stiffness at the corner of her mouth.

The anger hidden beneath the smile seemed to have been suddenly stabbed by something.

Elvia seemed oblivious and naturally changed the subject.

"What happened that day really gave me a fright."

"Has the Tower Master found out who did it?"

Luna's fingers tightened slightly for a moment, then relaxed again.

Her gaze swept over the people who had already arrived in the hall, her tone casual.

"It was just some underhanded scheme by petty people."

"Not worth mentioning."

She skillfully steered the conversation away from that topic.

But Elvia noticed.

Her gaze swept over the distinguished faces in the hall, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

The exhibition will officially begin at noon.

At this moment, several distinguished people were already standing in twos and threes in the museum's lobby.

The higher-ups at the magic academy were all dressed in matching dark robes.

The badge on his chest gleamed warmly under the light.

The real power holders of the ten major magic families are scattered in different corners of the world.

They were accompanied by their deputies or heirs, talking in hushed tones.

Several high-ranking members of the various magic towers also arrived, raising their glasses to greet each other.

There were also nobles from other city-states.

With curious and tentative eyes, they surveyed the social arena at the very top of this thousand-tower building.

As Luna and Elvia walked into the hall side by side, many people turned their gazes toward them.

Several gazes fell upon Elvia, scrutinizing and appraising her.

A moment later, several elegantly dressed ladies walked over with wine glasses.

Their faces were beaming with warm smiles, as if they were seeing old friends they had known for many years.

One of the leading ladies walked quickly to Elvia.

His tone carried a natural warmth.

"Miss Roland!"

"You've finally arrived!"

"Are you finding those scrolls you sent to borrow last time easy to use?"

"If you need anything else, just let me know."

The other ladies echoed this sentiment.

"Yes, yes, those mid-range rolls in our warehouse are just gathering dust, it's rare to find someone who recognizes their value."

"When do you have time to come to my house for a visit? I'll take out the remaining volumes and show them to you."

"If you ask me, there are very few young people in the entire Thousand Towers who have such a sincere heart for magic as Miss Roland."

They surrounded Elvia, showering her with concern and warmth, just like a family.

Elvia handled the situation with ease, smiling as she took over the conversation.

With just a few words, the atmosphere was kept just right.

This attracted a group of wealthy ladies, who laughed and chatted happily.

Luna, standing to the side, still wore that polite smile.

But the curve of his lips had faded somewhat.

She watched as the ladies surrounded Elvia.

Listen to the magic scrolls they're talking about.

Of course she knew what those scrolls were.

Not long ago, Elvia contacted the ladies of these magical families through her connections.

They borrowed a large number of mid-level magic scrolls from them.

This was supposed to be a relationship built through her.

But at this moment, those people seemed to have completely forgotten the existence of the middleman.

They surrounded Elvia.

It was as if Luna Roslin was merely an insignificant background figure.

Her fingertips tightened slightly for a moment inside her sleeve.

Then it loosened.

Several ladies chatted with Elvia for quite a while.

It seemed like he had only just noticed Luna standing next to him.

The woman with the golden-brown curly hair at the head of the group turned her head.

Her smile remained polite, but her tone was noticeably colder.

"Lord Roslin is here too."

"have not seen you for a long time."

Luna nodded slightly, a polite smile playing on her lips.

"It's been a long time, Mrs. Niold."

"I regret that I was unable to attend the tea party you hosted at your residence last time due to unforeseen circumstances."

Mrs. Niall smiled but didn't respond.

He then looked at Elvia and extended a warm invitation.

"Sister Roland, why don't you come with us during our tour later?"

"We have some knowledge of the exhibits, so perhaps we can give the Speaker a brief introduction."

Elvia shook her head, her tone gentle but tinged with apology.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Niord."

"However, I have already promised Lady Roslin that I would tour the tower with her today."

"If the ladies don't mind..."

Mrs. Niord's expression underwent a subtle change for a moment.

She exchanged glances with the other ladies beside her.

That subtle disdain almost overflowed from his eyes.

But their manners remained impeccable.

Mrs. Niord smiled, her tone remaining polite.

"Since Sister Roland already has plans, we won't disturb her any longer."

"You are welcome to visit my home another time when you have some free time."

After saying this, the ladies gracefully took their leave and turned to walk to the other side of the hall.

Elvia watched them walk away, then turned her head to look at Luna beside her.

Luna's expression remained perfectly composed, with that impeccable smile.

But even Elvia could see the murderous intent in his eyes.

A few days ago, the matter that Lin Gui had asked her to investigate came to mind.

The power structure of the Thousand Towers, the rift between the old guard and the new elites, and the expelled Freya and those "old fogies".

The truth about the marginalization of wind towers.

Elvia's gaze lingered on Luna's profile for a moment.

A subtle, enigmatic smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

If it weren't for Lin Gui's reminder...

She really missed this power struggle in the shadows of the Thousand Towers.

A dramatic spectacle of Gresham's Law driving out Morocco.