Well...
How should he put it?
If Theia had said “Lin Gui's and her home,” instead of dragging in the equally bewildered Eve...
Combined with the unconcealable anxiety she had shown all along the way...
Lin Gui might have actually thought this was Theia's confession to him.
“How is it? Does it look good?”
Theia asked, looking up with shining eyes like a child waiting for praise.
Lin Gui's mouth hung open slightly as he paused for two seconds.
Then, with a strange expression, he said:
“Actually... you didn't have to build it in the style of human architecture.”
“A post office doesn't necessarily have to look like this.”
“You could have added some elven-style elements.”
“For example, using green leaves and vines for carved decorations.”
“Or even build an elevated treehouse like Winnie's, which would make it easier for you to go up and down.”
Lin Gui had visited Winnie's small and exquisite treehouse a few days ago.
It looked as if it had been lifted straight out of a fairy tale illustration.
Theia merely smiled and shook her head.
“I haven't been an elf for so many years.”
“I've long since gotten used to living in human houses.”
“Alright, alright, let's not talk about that for now—”
She turned, pushed open the post office's brand-new wooden door, and waved them inside.
“Come on in! I'll show you around!”
A crowd of curious residents had already gathered outside the post office.
They peered in with smiles, whispering among themselves.
Theia waved to them and said in a clear voice:
“Give us some room, everyone!”
“When the post office officially opens, remember to come and support us!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Gui sighed from the side.
“Theia,” he reminded her, “you can't open a post office in Avalon.”
“The administrators here won't easily allow information to flow to the outside world.”
“If nothing else, the mere fact that so many different races can live together in harmony in Avalon...”
“...is itself the greatest taboo to the outside world.”
His tone was calm, yet carried a cold touch of reality.
“The last city-state that publicly advocated for 'joint governance of nobles and commoners,' what happened to them two years ago...”
“...everyone on the Akara Continent knows.”
Lin Gui believed that Roger and Hannah, who operated on the outside, couldn't possibly be unaware of these risks.
However, to his surprise, Theia turned her head and blinked.
“Oh, that.”
Her tone was light, even carrying a hint of pride.
“Don't worry, I've already consulted Lord Morpheus.”
“He said that as long as the contents of all letters are reviewed by them...”
“...this post office can open.”
Lin Gui: “...???”
He froze for a moment and looked at Theia. “You told them... I'm a messenger?”
Instead, Theia asked back in confusion, “Is... is that something that can't be said?”
“Don't you advertise it all over every city-state you visit?”
“I was even the one who delivered the promotional posters for the Caran Post Office.”
Lin Gui opened his mouth, momentarily speechless.
Thinking about it carefully, it really wasn't some secret that needed to be guarded with his life.
If they only reviewed the contents of the letters, it did seem possible to avoid the risk of exposing Avalon.
And...
With the terrifying strength of the demons in the Wailing Corridor, where even a High-tier Epic assassin barely survived trying to force their way through, there probably weren't many forces in the outside world that could easily cross it.
Having realized this, Lin Gui found that he might have been overthinking things.
In that case...
Could he really open a post office in Avalon?
He silently asked the system in his mind:
“System, all letters to the target city-states have been delivered now, and only the return replies have yet to be handed over.”
“Can I... also accept letters from Avalon's residents to be sent to other city-states at the same time?”
The system's response quickly rang out, as steady and emotionless as ever:
【As long as it does not affect the Host delivering the existing return replies to the original recipients within the specified time limit.】
【The Host may decide the areas and routes for receiving and sending letters at your own discretion.】
“I see...”
Lin Gui's eyes lit up slightly.
If he just returned the same way he came, it would indeed be a bit of a waste.
After all, as long as he took a slight detour, he could pass through more city-states to obtain more rewards.
With this thought, a faint light flashed in his hand, and two maps appeared out of thin air.
One was a detailed route map of the Blackwater Corridor, while the other was a regional map of the borderlands.
Under the curious gazes of the surrounding residents, Lin Gui spread the maps out on the door of the post office.
With a light tap of his finger, the phantoms of several pushpins appeared.
“Thud, thud, thud.”
With a few soft thuds, the four corners of the maps were firmly 'pinned' in place.
Lin Gui bit one end of a string with his mouth, then connected the city-states pinned down by the pushpins.
【Avalon】→【City of Bounties】→【Shield City】→【Blackwater Port】→【Twilight Fortress】→【Carter Royal Capital, Rolan】→【Caran City】→【New Covenant City】
Lin Gui's exquisite control of Novice Magic drew a round of low gasps from the surroundings.
It wasn't that Avalon lacked mages, but the residents had never seen such a casual display of spellcasting.
And soon, the attention of even more people was drawn to the maps themselves.
Just like with the previous post offices, in order to attract more deliveries, several banners that had been prepared back in Caran were hung up at the entrance of the post office.
【The Avalon Branch of the 7-Copper Post Office is officially established.】
【Now accepting letters destined for the city-states marked on the map.】
【7 copper coins per letter. We do not accept packages for the time being; only letters are accepted.】
【All are welcome to send their letters.】
With the banners raised, the writing formats for the letters were also listed on the front wall of the post office.
Soon, the wooden wall was covered with posters and lists of precautions.
The surrounding residents watched in dumbfounded silence.
They had thought this post office was just a slip of the pen by Theia, or perhaps a name chosen out of sentimentality.
But none of them expected...
This was actually a real post office!
Recovering from their shock, the surrounding residents gradually began to whisper and discuss.
“A post office... It's really a post office?”
“But this is Avalon...”
“Outside... lies the Wailing Corridor.”
They spoke in hushed tones, their eyes filled with disbelief.
A post office itself was nothing unusual.
But opening a post office in Avalon?
It was as absurd as opening a courier station on an isolated island in the deep sea.
Most people who came to Avalon had completely severed their ties with the past.
Many even harbored deep resentment toward the outside world.
Some even believed they would never interact with the world outside the wall again for the rest of their lives.
Thus, for a long time, not a single person stepped forward, nor did anyone enter the open wooden door.
They merely gathered at the entrance, talking in low voices, their eyes occasionally drifting toward the maps.
But soon, a commotion rippled through the crowd.
Several young half-demons turned and ran.
“I'm going to tell the folks on the West Street!”
“I'm going to call my dad!”
Their faces bore expressions of near-excitement.
Avalon was too small, and too peaceful.
Usually, whose vegetable patch had a bountiful harvest, whose kids got into a fight, or even the budding feelings between young people of different races could become the talk of the town.
How much more so for the opening of a post office that could send letters to the outside world?
The news spread rapidly like ripples on water.
The residents excitedly ran in all directions to spread the word.
The entrance of the post office temporarily emptied out.
Leaving only the maps fluttering gently in the wind, and the three who had stepped inside, intending to set up their new home in the Avalon post office.
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