Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

The gold coins were heavy.

And the emblem that symbolizes the North Wind Caravan, serving a dual purpose.

Lin Gui's process of opening a post office in the refugee area is progressing at an astonishing pace.

His first encounter was with the low-level clerks who managed land deeds and business licenses.

The whole process was a veritable spectacle of human nature changing its face.

At first, the clerk noticed Lin Gui's tattered robes and his mid-level high-ranking strength.

His face was full of disdain and indifference.

He crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and pointed to the form, telling him to fill it out.

He said he would come back again this time next year.

It's like they've written all over their faces that they don't want to talk to you.

When Lin Gui calmly pushed a large bag of gold coins over...

That disdain instantly transformed into undisguised greed.

They even repeatedly, openly and covertly, demanded... to strengthen...

They clearly mistook him for a rich, foolish man seeking refuge in the capital.

Lin Gui didn't care about the extra money offered by the other party; on the contrary, the money wasn't his anyway.

As the amount of money kept increasing, the greed in the clerk's eyes deepened.

He began to pat his chest and guarantee that he would process Lin Gui's business in the shortest possible time.

And help him get into the ranks of the nobility.

However, when Lin Gui proposed to open a post office for refugees and ordinary people.

The greed in the clerk's eyes instantly turned into a chilling murderous intent.

This touched upon certain unspeakable bottom lines.

But the next moment, Lin Gui revealed the North Wind badge.

When calmly identifying oneself as a member of the transport team.

The murderous intent on the clerk's face had not yet faded when it was replaced by immense fear.

His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down and begged for mercy on the spot.

In just a few minutes, the other party's attitude changed no less than four times.

The matter was quickly reported up the chain of command.

Finally, a well-dressed and dignified old man received Lin Gui.

He was the butler of a high-ranking nobleman.

It is also the capital city, and a direct beneficiary and agent of the existing postal network of interests.

Negotiations over the right to establish a post office unfolded in a delicate atmosphere.

When Lin Gui clearly stated that his target customers were only the refugees on the seventh floor and some civilians on the sixth floor, and that he would never venture into the upper areas.

The old butler's face showed undisguised astonishment.

He confirmed it repeatedly.

It seems incomprehensible how anyone would be willing to go to such lengths for those "peasants".

They even went so far as to use their connections with the North Wind Caravan.

Despite the disdain that belonged to a superior in the old butler's eyes, Lin Gui could clearly sense it.

However, due to the background of the North Wind Transport Team, the other party ultimately did not show direct hostility.

He frankly pointed out that Lin Gui's behavior was itself very "dangerous" to them.

It is not a threat of force, but a "class barrier" that could completely break down the transmission of information.

This destroyed the "exclusive service" image and added value they had carefully cultivated for their aristocratic clients.

The terms from both sides changed repeatedly.

After much back and forth, a few points of consensus were finally reached, albeit reluctantly:

First, Lin Gui's post office could only be opened and operated on the sixth and seventh floors.

It is strictly forbidden to proactively expand business into any higher-level circles.

Second, Lin Gui's post office must be registered under their name and subject to "supervision".

Furthermore, the name absolutely cannot be "Seven Copper Coin Post Office".

This is a term that carries a clear connotation of price and equality.

They can only be called "lowly messengers".

Third, and most important.

Lin Gui must create an image of "giving" and "chance".

He needed to convince the nobles who happened to pass by or heard about him that...

Lin Gui's act of receiving and delivering letters in the capital was a limited-time, temporary charitable activity.

Rather than a continuing business.

The nobles must be made to believe that those vagrants and commoners were just incredibly lucky.

They happened to encounter a strange monk who seemed to have "kind intentions."

Instead of enjoying a stable, inexpensive basic service.

There are many methods.

The old butler slowly and methodically gave examples.

He showed Lin Gui how to provide the nobles with ample "spiritual value".

Maintain their sense of superiority

"For example, you could claim that this is a temporary measure to collect the 'wishes of all beings' in order to complete a certain magical experiment."

"Or, you could pretend to be a naive nobleman, moved by the stories of a wandering poet, who suddenly has the whims to experience life..."

"In short, we must make the right gesture."

"We need to make adults feel that this isn't a service, but rather a..."

"Yes, a moment of curiosity and pity for the underprivileged is a high-minded and fleeting act of compassion."

"That way, adults will laugh it off, and might even find it funny, rather than feel offended."

Lin Gui listened expressionlessly, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He didn't care whether his name was "Seven Copper Coins" or "Untouchable Messenger".

They don't care about being nominally supervised.

He wouldn't mind playing along with these noble gentlemen in a "charity" act.

As long as the letter can be delivered in the end, the system's task will be completed.

And by the way, let's do a favor for those who really need it.

He could compromise on these empty titles and formalities.

"Can."

Lin Gui nodded and accepted these humiliating conditions.

The old butler finally smiled with satisfaction.

It was as if a potential problem had been solved while maintaining a respectable appearance.

Receive the permission document with the official seal.

Without looking back, Lin Gui left the office, which was filled with an atmosphere of hypocrisy.

He looked up at the chaotic, dilapidated, yet vibrant streets and alleys of the seventh-floor refugee district.

The post office can finally open for business.

In order to deliver all five thousand letters brought from Kalan City in the shortest possible time.

Lin Gui began throwing money around without regard to cost.

He was located in a relatively central position in the refugee area.

They bought a dilapidated but spacious two-story wooden house.

After paying a price far exceeding the market value of gold coins, a large number of carpenters and workers were quickly summoned.

They worked day and night to expand and reinforce the wooden building.

There is only one requirement: it must be fast and have plenty of space.

The clanging and clattering of construction noises and the rising dust.

It quickly attracted the attention of the refugee community.

At the same time, the news also began to spread.

The spread of information also relies on money.

Lin Gui's original plan was to have people shout loudly in the refugee and civilian areas, with simple and direct content.

"A letter has arrived from Karan! Anyone who knows these names, please inform each other to come to the 'Untouchable Messenger' to sign for it! There's a reward!"

However, the notice had just been drafted.

Then the "assistance" team sent by the old butler took over.

With a stroke of their pen, they completely revised the content:

[A Message to the Seventh-Level Outcasts:]

[A benevolent noble lord has now granted you the opportunity to communicate with your distant relatives.]

[Several letters have arrived from the humble city of Karan, alms given to you groveling people.]

[Those who recognize their own lowly name may go and kneel before the "lowly messenger" to receive their due.]

If a reply is received, one must kowtow to express gratitude to Heaven and offer seven copper coins.

[This is to show you that you haven't completely forgotten our kindness!]

The promotional slogans were filled with blatant charity and extreme contempt.

They viewed ordinary people and refugees as stray dogs on the roadside.

Lin Gui looked at the notice, which had been altered beyond recognition, but did not stop it.

Ironically, this propaganda method, which was filled with contempt, was surprisingly effective.

Even more so than in Karan City, where the method of equal notification spread faster and wider.

Perhaps it was due to long-term oppression.

Refugees and commoners have long been accustomed to this attitude of being given alms.

On the contrary, it felt more "real" and easier to understand.

Before long, a long queue formed in front of the post office.

Most of the people in line were dressed in rags, their faces etched with the marks of hardship and toil.

The eyes of the refugees were mostly filled with confusion and fear, while the faces of the common people were mostly numb and exhausted.

They moved their feet very carefully.

Stepping into this seemingly "glamorous" post office feels like an overstepping of one's bounds.

They nervously handed over the items to each of the "staff members".

He accepted the envelope, which might contain the last message from his loved ones far away.

Almost no one dared to speak loudly throughout the entire process.

Only heavy breathing and suppressed sobs could be heard.

For these people struggling to survive, this letter from afar carries immense weight.

I found a quiet corner and eagerly, with trembling hands, opened it.

What follows is often a long silence.

Then came the suppressed sobs, a mixture of longing, sorrow, and a little bit of comfort.

That thin piece of paper carried the message between them and their loved ones far away.

The only connection that was almost crushed by a life of hardship.

The team sent by the old housekeeper took over almost all the specific business.

Distribute letters, register replies, and collect fees.

They were all dressed smartly, standing out from their surroundings.

His face made no attempt to hide his contempt for this group of "filthy lowly people".

He covered his nose with a handkerchief.

When giving change, they practically use tweezers to hold the coins.

But their work efficiency is exceptionally high.

One reason is because of their expertise.

On the other hand, Lin Gui paid each of them a generous salary that far exceeded the market rate.

So this group of people were in a kind of

"Enduring the suffering of a dirty environment and lowly people" and "the joy of earning a rich reward" are mentioned.

They efficiently run the daily routine of the "lowly messengers".

So efficient, in just half a day, half of the nearly 5 letters that Lin Gui brought from Kalan had already been signed for.

Lin Gui was even considering letting these professionals work for him in the future.

The delivery of the letter should have been a hindrance to him.

But now, thanks to the butler's carelessness, Lin Gui's time has been freed up.

Now he just needs to hand the envelope to the professional team below.

He also didn't need to worry about the other party playing tricks and tearing up the envelope in front of ordinary people.

Seeing the despair in the eyes of ordinary people is something the upper class always enjoys doing.

But they won't do that.

Because Lin Gui would reward each letter with 20 gold coins for successfully delivering it to the correct recipient.

In just half a day, in order to open this post office and at the same time appease the powerful nobleman behind the butler.

He spent nearly a million gold coins.

Fortunately, it wasn't his money.

I wonder if that wealthy lady has realized that her little treasure trove has been emptied by me.

Lin Guidu almost wanted to see her desperate, twisted, and angry face.

I also look forward to seeing the other party and my nephew tear each other apart.

Unfortunately, Lin Gui had to go find news about the Queen's Tomb.

Are you leaving?

Shia, her face completely concealed, watched as Lin Gui prepared to leave.

There was a hint of loneliness in his voice.

She really wanted to go with Lin Gui, but she was also afraid of revealing her identity.

It's true that Lin Gui's [Night Veil] could deceive the legend.

But no one can guarantee that.

Does the vast royal capital possess special items or magic, like Ghosn's steel needle, capable of directly detecting soul fluctuations?

For safety reasons.

For the past two days, she has been confined to this refugee settlement, quietly cultivating her skills.

Lin Gui naturally noticed Xia's loneliness and gloom.

He thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, you can prepare tonight."

"Hmm?" Shia looked up, her long, pointed ears twitching involuntarily.

"I'll take you to the fifth floor commercial area tonight."

Instantly, Shia's eyes, which had been hidden by the shadow of the hood, lit up.

The long ears that were originally drooping suddenly stood up straight.

The slight swaying revealed the owner's inner joy.

"real?!"

"Mm." Lin Gui nodded and smiled.

Although Lin Gui was also worried that Xia would be discovered.

But even if they are discovered, Lin Gui has the ability to take her away.

Soon, nobles returning from spring outings outside the city heard about the "commoner messenger".

When I saw those undisguised and insulting slogans.

And the description of noble servants giving letters to refugees.

They couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Treat this as an interesting topic of conversation during leisure time.

It spread among the aristocratic circles.

"Have you heard? They've opened a 'lowlife messenger' service on the seventh floor. That's pretty blatant!"

"Haha, I wonder which company came up with this idea, it's certainly ingenious."

"Giving away a few communication opportunities and making those lowly people grateful to tears is not without its own kind of pleasure."

Just as this strange "post office" was operating smoothly.

First floor, the royal area.

Inside a luxurious hotel, where even the doorknobs are inlaid with magical gems.

Elvia was listening to her subordinates' report.

When he heard that Lin Gui had not only successfully opened a post office in the capital, he was surprised.

It is also suspected that he has connections with the upper-class post office interest group, or even a certain nobleman.

She was completely stunned when the other party even sent people to "assist" him.

"How did this guy... get in touch with those ruthless nobles?"

"How could they allow him to open a post office? And even send people to help him?"

Elvia rubbed her temples, her mind filled with questions.

"Given Lin Gui's fastidious moral standards... he actually tolerated nobles riding roughshod over him."

"Using slogans that are clearly insulting to civilians?"

"He even allowed others to 'give away' letters to him in that manner?"

This completely overturned her understanding of Lin Gui.

This is not at all like the time in Karan City when a nobleman was seen speaking rudely and insultingly to a commoner.

Lin Gui, with a cold face, arrested people and fed them to the devil!

Although I had a lot of questions.

But Elvia didn't have much energy left at that moment.

We need to investigate what Lin Gui actually did.

She is now facing a more serious problem, one that may even be a matter of life and death.

The Holy Knights of John who were escorting her to Caran were all wiped out.

Shortly after she, Lin Gui, and Xia left that eerie underground cemetery.

Inside the Royal Capital Knights Hall.

The Soul Lamp represents the life status of all members of the Knights of John.

At the same time, they all went out.

The most critical thing is...

The Knights of John were sent by the king to escort the seventh princess to Caran to assume her post.

Now, she's back alive.

However, the entire knightly order responsible for protecting her mysteriously perished, leaving no trace of their remains.

It's hard not to make those connections.

Could the deaths of the Knights of John be related to her?

After all, her relationship with the third prince was notoriously bad.