Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

In a relatively quiet rest area on the other side of the banquet hall.

Princess Diana gracefully swirled the wine in her glass.

His gaze swept over the conspicuous pillar in the corner, a playful smile playing on his lips.

She turned her head and whispered to a middle-aged nobleman beside her, whose face was serious and who was dressed in rich clothes:

"Duke of Wales, it seems my 'brother-in-law's' identity is more complicated than you think."

"Your plans to ruin Elvia's engagement are probably in vain."

The Duke of Wales is one of the key pillars of the Princess of Wales' faction.

He frowned upon hearing this and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness is drawing this conclusion too early."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Beside him, a handsome young man dressed in an exquisite suit immediately became restless.

"Father!"

"You promised you'd find a way to break up this ridiculous engagement with Elvia!"

"You know how I feel about her... I absolutely cannot accept her marrying that poor, unknown monk!"

This is Aaron Welsh, the only son of the Duke of Wales.

His infatuation with Elvia was common knowledge, bordering on obsession, among the nobility of the capital.

He has publicly declared countless times that he only wants to marry Elvia.

He even rejected several marriage proposals from men of similar social standing for her sake.

The Duke of Wales glared at them displeasedly and reprimanded them in a low voice.

"Calm down, Aaron! Look at the state you're in!"

"Moreover, I will definitely do what I promised you."

"You'd better behave yourself!"

He turned to Diana and analyzed.

"Your Highness, I have had the honor of meeting several true saints of light."

"They all had fanatical eyes, and their words and actions were filled with infinite piety towards the gods and a kind of self-sacrificing obsession."

"And this saint..." He glanced at Lin Gui, who was sleeping soundly in the distance, his tone disdainful.

"Sluggish, lethargic, and exuding the air of a lowly adventurer, he bears not a trace of a saint."

"In my opinion, he is at most a self-taught mage who accidentally awakened some light attributes."

"They're just using the name of saints to bluff their way into something else."

The more he talked, the more convinced he became that his judgment was correct.

"If he is not a saint recognized by the church."

"So, a high-level mage with no background is nothing in front of my Wells family?"

The eldest princess shrugged indifferently.

She actually quite recognized the abilities of her seventh sister.

Unfortunately, Elvia is too cunning and always wavers in factional struggles.

Sometimes he would side with her, and sometimes he would make deals with the Third Prince.

If they can use this opportunity to force Elvia to marry into the Wells family.

This will undoubtedly allow him to completely bind this capable younger sister to his cause.

However, what they didn't know was...

Lin Gui and Elvia had already completed their marriage registration process through the administrative office in the civilian district yesterday.

The marriage procedures of the lower classes would never even come into the view of these elite nobles.

So much so that everyone thought it was a wedding banquet tonight.

Like the third prince, it was just a ceremony to announce their engagement.

The Duke of Wales pondered for a moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He whispered a few instructions to a trusted aide standing in the shadows behind him.

"Go, let in that 'mad dog' who's also obsessed with the Seventh Princess."

"Remember to give him a little 'guidance' so that he thinks the guy on stage is just a lucky, unreliable wandering mage."

"Yes, Your Grace."

Soon, a small commotion arose at the entrance of the banquet hall.

A tall, imposing young knight in gleaming armor, his face flushed with rage.

Led by attendants, they stormed in aggressively.

His name is Kyle Bryce, the second son of a viscount, and his strength has reached the middle level of the extraordinary realm.

"Look! It's Kyle, that 'mad dog' from the Bryce family!"

A noblewoman covered her mouth with a handkerchief and whispered to her companion.

His tone was full of schadenfreude.

"That's right, he's known for his fervent pursuit of the Seventh Princess."

"Upon hearing the news of the princess's marriage outside, they almost smashed up the tavern."

"Tsk tsk, a mid-level extraordinary knight against a mid-level high-level mage..."

"Do you think that sorcerer named Lin Gui will get a really bad beating later? Will he kneel down and beg for mercy on the spot?"

The noble young men and women discussed it with great interest.

Looking forward to the next exciting scene of "the knight punishing his love rival".

This is much more interesting than boring social interactions.

Guided by his servant's subtle hints, Knight Kyle's bloodshot eyes immediately locked onto the Wood Ghost hiding in the shadows of the colonnade.

He charged forward like an enraged bull, his armor clanging as it clashed.

However, just as he was about seven or eight steps away from Lin Gui.

His steps seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he suddenly stopped.

The anger on his face faded, replaced by an incredulous shock and fear.

He stared intently at the front of his neck, as if an invisible blade was hanging there.

Lin Gui, with his eyes closed, seemed too lazy to even lift his eyelids, and simply uttered three words:

"Three seconds, get out."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a cold, penetrating quality.

Knight Kyle trembled, and surprisingly, he didn't say a word.

He ran out of the banquet hall as fast as he could without looking back.

He didn't even bother to pay attention to the astonished looks coming from those around him.

No one saw that a thin, almost invisible line of blood had quietly appeared on the skin of his neck, from which a bead of blood was slowly seeping out.

This sudden and bizarre scene plunged the banquet hall into a deathly silence once again.

Lin Gui half-opened one eye, glanced at the fleeing figure of the Kyle Knight, and muttered a curse under his breath.

"Coward."

What he did was very simple.

He only spared a sliver of his attention to manipulate a small dinner knife on the table next to him, which was used to cut roasted meat.

The fully upgraded [Night Veil] perfectly covered it, concealing its form and aura.

Then, manipulating the dagger, at the moment the knight charged forward.

He drew a precise and swift circle on the skin of his neck.

It's just a scratch; it doesn't even qualify as a minor injury.

If any random knife could easily slit the Extraordinary Knight's throat.

Then the peasant uprisings wouldn't have been so easily and bloodily suppressed and wiped out by the Knights every time.

The peasant uprising numbered in the hundreds of thousands, but the knightly order that suppressed it used only 100 extraordinary members.

With his eyes closed, Lin Gui's gaze seemed to sweep casually in the direction of Princess Diana, his eyes slightly cold.

"That guy who led that idiot in here to cause trouble... seems to be one of her people."

He silently made a mental note of it.

"Once we get everything out of her about Roger... we'll have to go to her treasury and 'patronize' her business."

Lin Gui didn't care about the reason why the other party was inexplicably causing him trouble.

He only needed to keep it in mind, and retaliate fiercely without interfering with his delivery of the message.

The other party was an aristocrat, so Lin Gui had no psychological burden.