Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Following Elvia's directions, Lin Gui arrived at the side hall where the wedding banquet was being held.

The situation was not as quiet as Elvia had expected.

The side hall was brightly lit, bustling with people, and filled with the clinking of glasses.

At a glance, it appears that more than half of the important figures who appeared at the auction have moved here.

They gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing in hushed tones.

But when Lin Gui stepped into the hall, almost everyone's eyes turned to him.

Those gazes carried an undisguised mockery and scrutiny.

And a sense of anticipation, like watching a good show unfold.

Lin Gui frowned, sensing an unusual malice directed at him in the air.

But he was so exhausted, having searched for a whole day and night without sleep.

The dual depletion of his mental and magical abilities left his brain feeling like it was filled with lead.

He didn't bother to investigate further, and simply walked in with somewhat unsteady steps.

As the other nominal protagonist of the wedding banquet, he was almost immediately led to the center of the stage by the servants.

The emcee smiled broadly and uttered some grand and solemn blessings.

Then the power of speech was handed over to Lin Gui.

The audience fell silent instantly, everyone staring at him.

Lin Gui rubbed his sleepy eyes and, facing so many eyes below the stage, managed to squeeze out only one dry sentence.

"Uh... thank you everyone, have a good meal and drinks."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the strange atmosphere that suddenly became and the faint snickers that rose from the audience.

He slid straight off the stage and found a seat in the very corner.

He had only been sitting down for a short while, and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath.

Then I saw Prince Charles, the third prince, holding hands with Emily, the daughter of Duke Joseph.

He walked confidently onto the stage where he had just stood.

Charles had a warm smile on his face.

This contrasted sharply with the cold indifference that filled the room when Lin Gui was speaking earlier.

He announced loudly that he would soon marry Miss Emily as his princess.

He then affectionately embraced the girl beside him around the waist.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and congratulations.

It was as if this was the real protagonist of the night taking the stage.

Many gazes, filled with undisguised mockery, were once again cast upon Lin Gui in the corner.

That gaze seemed to be saying something.

Look at this poor wretch.

At her most important wedding banquet, she was completely overshadowed by others and became the biggest laughing stock of the entire event.

They were looking forward to seeing the foreign monk's reaction of anger, humiliation, and eventual humiliation as he fled the banquet in disgrace.

However, Lin Gui's reaction disappointed them.

He showed no displeasure whatsoever.

Instead, he joined the others in clapping listlessly.

His head was nodding off, and his heavy dark circles made him look like he might fall asleep at any moment.

In front of everyone, he even let out a big, undisguised yawn.

He could understand that the Third Prince was targeting him.

Or rather, it was aimed at Elvia, to embarrass her.

But he was so tired that he felt like he could fall asleep standing up.

Moreover, as an adventurer who has struggled on the edge of life and death for many years.

Can face be eaten? Can it increase strength? Can it be sold for hundreds of gold coins?

Obviously not.

So he simply crossed his legs.

Sink comfortably into the soft chair back.

I squinted my eyes, preparing to take a short nap.

He deliberately chose the date of Elvia's wedding banquet to announce his marriage.

He wanted to embarrass his sister, who had been causing him trouble.

But now it seems it's useless.

The other party's skin is thicker than a city wall.

The third prince on the stage raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly when he saw this.

No further action was taken.

Continuing to compete would be beneath his dignity.

But Miss Emily, who was beside him, felt unwell.

In her view, this was a glorious moment for her to announce her happy marriage and become the center of attention.

This wild mage appeared out of nowhere.

Not only did it steal the spotlight from her and the third prince's announcement of their marriage on the same day.

How could they be so disrespectful at a time like this, openly yawning and sleeping during her "important" moment?

This is utter contempt for her and for the future princess!

She took the third prince's arm and whispered a few words, her face showing grievance and resentment.

Charles frowned, but she still pulled him off the stage and led him straight to Lin Gui.

"Lord Lin Gui." Miss Emily's voice was clear and crisp, with a hint of deliberately elevated arrogance.

"Isn't such rudeness at my engagement party a sign of a blatant disrespect for the royal family and the ducal house?"

Lin Gui did not react at all.

He tilted his head to the side, breathing evenly, and had actually fallen into a deep sleep.

Miss Emily's face flushed instantly, and she raised her voice.

"Lord Lin Gui!"

Lin Gui suddenly woke up and raised his bloodshot eyes.

He stared blankly at the radiant, engaged couple in front of him.

He blinked, seemingly not fully awake yet.

Then, he twitched his nose.

In full view of everyone, he did something that left everyone speechless.

He simply picked up the chair he was sitting on and dragged it along.

In the silence, I walked with a rustling sound to the back of a huge pillar not far away.

It's darker there, and less likely to be disturbed.

Then, he took it from the pocket of that old mage's robe.

He fumbled for a small piece of charcoal pencil and a crumpled piece of paper, and quickly scribbled down a few lines.

He slapped the piece of paper onto the pillar.

Curious people craned their necks, and by the light from the distant lamplight, they could barely make out the writing on the paper:

[While devoutly reciting prayers to the great Goddess of Light, please do not disturb at this critical moment!]

Anyone who dares to interrupt this saint's communication with the goddess will be reported to Her Majesty in detail tomorrow!

If you don't want to be punished by the Light Cross, stay away from me!

After finishing writing, he felt as if he had accomplished a great task.

He casually cast a basic level of light magic, "Glimmer".

The soft white light was not dazzling, but it enveloped his head perfectly.

It was as if some kind of sacred ritual was being performed.

He adjusted to a more comfortable position.

Leaning against the pillar, he tilted his head to the side and fell into a deep sleep again, even emitting a soft snore.

The entire banquet hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone, including the ashen-faced third prince and the dumbfounded Miss Emily.

They were all frozen in place, as if they had been frozen in place by a spell.

The paper contained an unreasonable threat of "reporting".

It was accompanied by that faint yet incredibly real aura of light magic.

Like a bucket of ice water, it instantly extinguished all thoughts of watching the joke or taking the opportunity to make things difficult for them.

Apart from the Third Prince, no one knew that Lin Gui possessed light magic.

Knowing light magic means that, regardless of his identity, he is capable of anything.

They were all saints of the Church of Light.

This seemingly joking note, under the illumination of the ball of light on Lin Gui's forehead, was now...

Yet it appears exceptionally intimidating.

In the past, they wouldn't have taken a high-ranking mid-level saint seriously.

But tomorrow is the day the Church of Light will visit.

No one present dared to offend anyone.

The mocking gazes vanished, replaced by a silence tinged with apprehension, astonishment, and disbelief.

Lin Gui finally obtained the peace and quiet he had longed for.

He slept soundly in the eerie silence he had created.