Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

He wielded his staff, concealing his form, and passed through heavily guarded city gates.

It's like traversing a series of completely different worlds.

From the outermost layer, a refugee community with overflowing sewage, rows of shacks, and numb eyes.

Arriving at the working-class area where the houses were somewhat tidy, but most of the pedestrians looked tired and were struggling to make a living;

Then there were those scantily clad women who solicited business on street corners and moved between the mansions of wealthy merchants.

He witnessed firsthand the stark and brutal class differences of the city-state era.

Each social circle is a huge chasm that strictly separates people.

The capital of Carter is incredibly large.

Lin Gui flew along the central axis, passing through city gates, for a full twenty minutes before finally arriving at the entrance to the wealthy commercial district.

As one's social rank increases, the strength of the city's garrison soldiers also increases.

The soldiers guarding the fourth city gate possessed extraordinary strength.

It even has a perception-type high-ranking mage.

His sharp gaze swept over each person who entered.

The ghost silently floated over the monk's head.

They went straight to the luxury section on the 4th floor.

The scenery here is completely different from the surrounding area.

The streets are paved with white flagstones.

The shop windows on both sides displayed dazzling jewelry and gorgeous clothes.

The air was filled with the scent of spices and flowers.

Villas of various styles are scattered throughout the meticulously maintained gardens.

The passersby, both men and women, were all dressed in clothes made of fine materials and with exquisite tailoring.

His face carried a composure and arrogance befitting the upper class.

Lin Gui casually chose a magnificent and opulent restaurant.

They silently climbed up the tall beams inside.

Then start waiting patiently.

He was waiting for a "show" that would be performed almost every day.

Using this program to deepen one's aversion and make oneself feel more at ease taking what one wants.

Sure enough, not long after, a series of sharp and sarcastic insults came from downstairs.

In a corner of the magnificent hotel lobby, a crystal chandelier casts a dazzling light.

A noblewoman dressed in a velvet gown, her neck and wrists adorned with pearls and jewels.

She was pointing sharply at the young waiter with her silk-gloved hand.

The boy looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He was bowing his head deeply, his body trembling slightly with fear.

The silver tray he was holding fell to the ground.

A glass of expensive red wine was spilled.

A dark red stain was left on the polished marble floor.

"You filthy, blind, despicable thing!"

The noblewoman's voice was high-pitched and shrill.

"Do you know how much this dress is worth? You couldn't even pay for a scrap of it if you sold your whole family!"

One of her friends covered her mouth with a feather fan.

He let out soft chuckles, his eyes filled with the pleasure of watching a show.

For someone of her aristocratic status, she thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of trampling on others.

This is much more interesting than going to the grand theater to watch those boring chivalric operas and royal epics.

The boy murmured, his voice barely audible.

"I'm so sorry, Madam... It was you who suddenly turned around, I..."

"You dare talk back?!"

The lady's voice became even more shrill, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"You mean it's my fault?!"

"As expected of a vermin crawling out of the slums, they don't even understand the most basic manners and hierarchy!"

"Scum like you should stay obediently in the stinking ditch on the seventh floor."

"Who gave you permission to come here and pollute the air?"

Her harsh words were like a whip, lashing at the boy again and again.

He bit his lower lip so hard it almost bled.

Her eyes were red, but she dared not let the tears fall.

The lady glanced at her friends out of the corner of her eye, her eyes filled with approval, and her pride grew even stronger.

She raised her chin and kicked the broken shards of the wine glass on the ground with the tip of her shoe in disgust.

"Look what you've done! What bad luck! Where's the manager? Call your manager here!"

"I'll make sure you get out of here today, and show you what the price is for offending a noble!"

Her performance became increasingly immersive, with every expression and gesture filled with exaggerated anger and contempt.

It was as if the trembling boy in front of me hadn't accidentally spilled the wine.

Instead, they committed some heinous crime.

All of this was nothing more than the daily pleasures of the nobility.

They thoroughly enjoy the sense of superiority that comes from trampling on the weaker.

The ghost in the shadows silently watched what was happening before him.

After the noblewoman finished venting.

Like a victorious peacock, she held her head high and left the restaurant with her girlfriends.

Lin Gui quietly hung behind her as they passed a recycling station.

He also grabbed a wooden box.

They soon arrived at the noble lady's house.

A three-story villa with a private garden located in a quiet neighborhood.

The woman's return immediately drew the attentive greetings of several maids.

Lin Gui followed her and wandered around the lavishly decorated villa.

We have a general idea of ​​the layout.

Taking advantage of the bustling moment when the wealthy lady gathers her girlfriends for an afternoon tea party.

Lin Gui began to act.

He quickly and silently surveyed the entire villa area.

Soon, he found his destination by following a butler carrying a keychain.

One is located in the side wing of the basement.

The warehouse had seven or eight different types of giant locks hanging on the door.

They followed the butler into the warehouse.

It was filled with glittering gold jewelry, far superior to what he had stolen in Karan.

While the other party turned around to count a batch of newly arrived porcelain.

Lin Gui made his move.

In the corner, a neatly stacked mountain of gold coins vanished into thin air.

On the display shelf, several dazzling gemstone necklaces have quietly disappeared.

The butler seemed to notice a slight change in the airflow.

He sneezed and looked around in confusion.

No one was found.

He glanced furtively toward the exit, then slipped a small gold ring into his pocket.

"Ahem, Auntie's so rich, she doesn't even share some with her nephew..."

"It's a waste to leave the money here."

"I'd rather go to Nightingale and Rose Shop and spend some money there."

"It can also be given to the Doron family to flourish and spread."

"Ahem, just take a little bit."

Listen to what the housekeeper says.

Lin Gui silently lowered the brick he had been holding above the butler's head.

He thought to himself, "If I'm going to take it, I might as well do it properly."

When they investigate later, it will solidify your charges.

Lin Gui manipulated two other pearl necklaces that looked even more valuable.

It was gently tucked into the inside pocket of the butler's coat.

After doing this small "thank you" gesture.

Lin Gui began to plunder even more recklessly.

A push sends the gold coins flying and disappearing.

To help the housekeeper cover up the crime.

He thoughtfully placed the gold coins under the wooden boxes.

By piling up the gold coins, the existing stock is highlighted.

A moment later, he left the warehouse with the butler, who was secretly pleased but completely unaware of what was happening.

After leaving the villa, Lin Gui did not stop there.

Instead, they walked around the wealthy district.

Drifting in, into the opera house, drifting in the massage parlor, drifting in the racetrack, drifting in the brothel...

Soon, Lin Gui locked onto several targets.

Unfortunately, no kind housekeeper opened the warehouse to help.

Just as Lin Gui was about to leave the home of a wealthy man who was involved in the slave trade.

An assassin dressed in black nimbly vaulted in through the window.

It was right at Lin Gui's feet.