The Redwood County, shrouded in fine rain for days, was damp and melancholic, filled with a hazy misty atmosphere, just like a mistress who had just made love and still had dew-like sweat on her skin.

  Dozens of farms are scattered in the countryside like scars, with sparse oats growing, and the summer wind blows, making the golden wheat heads bow their waists.

  Danton once again checked the leather-wrapped mail, made sure it was not leaking, wiped away the raindrops on his face, tightened the cloak on his body, and quickened his pace.

  Every summer harvest, the giant demons, earth spirits and wolf-like humanoids living in the Giant Dragon Hills would band together to commit robbery, plundering border villages like locusts.

  If caught, they can't even be taken prisoner, after all, humans are edible food in the eyes of these races.

  The Red Pine Tower had entered his field of vision, and Dangton let out a sigh of relief. As he drew closer, he even saw two sentries standing on the tower wearing Drankfort-style armor, pointing at him.

  Two soldiers hiding in the tower to avoid the rain, without even carrying their weapons, walked out grumbling and shouting at Tong Dun, ready to extort a few silver coins, this has become the norm.

  "I knew it, can't escape after all."

  Danton was in a gloomy mood, although he cared about the silver coins, but what worried him more was that they would open the package and find out that the quality of these soldiers was as bad as their reputation as western border bandits.

  "Something's gone terribly wrong, a dozen or so man-eating demons have attacked Bisa Town and are now moving towards Chenwu Town. The security officer told me to hurry up and inform the mayor, and get the militia ready to defend themselves."

  Danton lowered the hood of his cloak, making sure he wouldn't be seen, and suddenly took off running, his voice filled with panic and helplessness, as if Death itself was chasing him.

  The two sentries who had just walked out stopped in their tracks, looked at each other, and were stunned, apparently shocked by the sudden news.

  "Shall I inform the centurion?" The sentinel shouted towards the tower.

  "Where is the man-eater?" The squad leader, who was sleeping naked with his arms exposed, hastily got up and rushed out without even putting on his shoes, grabbing his twin swords.

  The sentinel found himself unsure, just about to question the informant, when he saw a lithe figure already dashing past the checkpoint and swiftly disappearing into the rain.

  "Fool, you've been deceived." The angry battalion commander swung his sword and struck one of his subordinates, "Get him!"

  "Officer, this road is too terrible. Even if we ride horses to catch up, that kid would have already run into the town of Morning Mist and hidden." The sentinel looked helpless, seeing the squad leader about to take action again, and hastily guaranteed, "Next time, I'll definitely catch him and extort double the amount."

  "Cut the crap!" The squad leader slapped his subordinate in the face, "You didn't even get a good look at him, how can you extort?"

  A group of sentries fell silent, nobody saw anything, what a rip-off!

  "I remembered, recently I heard other colleagues say that there's a kid wearing a cloak who uses all sorts of strange methods to get past the checkpoint. If you're not careful, he'll run away and not even a single copper coin will be extorted from him." The squad leader walked a few steps, then suddenly gritted his teeth and cursed, "All of you, keep your eyes peeled! Next time we catch him, we'll frame him for a crime and hang him on the wooden stake for three days first!"

  It wasn't until he saw the outline of Morning Dew Town that Tong Don stopped in his tracks, looking at the mud on his legs and sighing. Fortunately, the package was undamaged; otherwise, that stingy clerk Balmur would find all sorts of reasons to deduct money.

  Tang Dun is only sixteen years old, but he has been a postman for three years and can be considered an old hand. However, two months ago, the new secretary took office and always found fault with the postmen, making everyone's life more difficult.

  "I'm still short thirty-seven gold coins, and then I can buy an Orleans highland horse. At that time, I can carry more letters, deliver them faster, and naturally earn a higher salary."

  Tang Dun couldn't help but smile as he looked forward to his future life.

  "Except for the tuition and living expenses I saved for my sister, I can also afford the travel expenses to the Secret Realm Hero Corridor."

  Calculating the fullness of his little treasure, Tong Dun ran excitedly across the stone path filled with puddles, splashing water droplets everywhere.

  Chenwu Town, the largest town on the border of Redwood County, has a population of over 10,000 people. All mail from nearby areas is gathered here and then sent out. However, on rainy days, the post office is desolate and frighteningly quiet.

  He ran up the steps, took off his cloak and folded it neatly by the door before pushing open the large, peeling-painted door, doing his best to avoid any behavior that might earn him a reprimand from the clerk.

  In the hall, sixteen busy young postmen were sorting mail, all with gloomy expressions on their faces, and even one was muttering curses.

  "Justin, if you don't want to be fired, it's better for you to keep quiet. I can feel your resentment even outside the town." Danton lowered his voice and reminded his friend.

  "What's the worst that could happen, Ballmer won't hear it anyway!" Justin slammed the letter on the desk, grumbling, "I've been having a streak of bad luck lately."

  "I'm worse off than you, the clerk has been finding all sorts of reasons to deduct half my salary. If this keeps up, I'll starve to death." Matt sniffled and quickly glanced at the ink marks on the envelope with his beady eyes, then discreetly picked out the nearest mail.

  The postmen were paid according to the number of letters they delivered, and Matt's little trick allowed him to earn at least two more drachmas every month.

  This is a trick that only experienced old hands can grasp, and naturally, Tang Dun will also learn it, and play it more skillfully than Mate.

  "It's not just you, everyone except Tang Don has been fined."

  The postal workers complained endlessly and cursed the clerks.

  "If we worked as hard as Downton, Balmor would think twice before docking our pay." Matt's eyes shifted, steering the conversation towards Downton.

  "It's impossible, the superior is deliberately looking for trouble, you can't avoid it." Justin shook his head, "I think Downton is going to be unlucky soon, he was considered a close associate of the former one, and if the secretary doesn't suppress him, there's no way to establish authority."

  Tang quietly walked over to the workbench, opened the leather mailbag, and started working.

  "Look at how meticulous they are, not a single letter got wet. No wonder they're the most popular and highest-earning among our over 100 mail carriers."

  The postal workers looked at the hundred or so wet letters hanging by the window, feeling ashamed that they had accidentally gotten them wet.

  Every month, someone is assigned to send a message to Tongdon, which also startled the former secretary, who appreciated him very much. If he weren't too young, Tongdon would have been promoted early.

  "What are you going to do about the postmaster? If you can get rid of him, it will be a great achievement for us postal workers." Matt complimented Tongdon, and his words lifted the spirits of the postal workers, who looked at him with anticipation.

  To know that Tong Dun is actually the NO.1 in postal service, has brought up many newcomers.

  "I'm worried about how to avoid being driven away by him, and all of you, be quiet and focus on distributing the letters!" Tang Dun made a distressed expression, his eyes glancing over at Mate.

  Tang Dun didn't take the bait, and a hint of disappointment flashed across Mate's face. This kid was too cautious, always grasping at nothing.

  "No surprise there, Matt must be the one who snitched to the secretary and got Durren fired." Danton frowned, this guy would stop at nothing to suck up and sabotage his colleagues.

  Bang! The door burst open and Will, covered in mud, slammed the package onto the floor.

  "What's wrong?" Justin jumped in fright.

  Will's left eyelid was swollen, leaving only a slit, and the corner of his mouth was also split open, with fresh blood staining the front of his clothes crimson. He walked with a limp.

  "Next time the sentinel asks for money, just give it to him!" Tang Don sighed, "Unless you enter the Soul Stage, unlock your talent, and become a mage, otherwise don't try to force it."

  "How did you know he was shot by a sentinel?" Justin asked, perplexed. "It could also have been bandits!"

  "If it's a robber, he wouldn't even leave the clothes behind." Downton pointed to the package, "Besides, do you think thieves won't open it? What if there's something valuable inside?"

  The postmen nodded, the fugitive bandits were not gentlemen, and they would not hesitate to squeeze every last bit of oil from the sheep they encountered, after all, each time they took a risk, they had to ensure maximum returns.

  "Have some!" Downton got up and poured a cup of hot water for Will.

  "Is there another reason?" Melissa from the personnel department sashayed over, bending to peck Tangdon's chin.

  She is a famous beauty in the town, and some young men who have just fallen in love often sneak to her house wall, peeping at her every move. If they get a smile from her, they will be happy to show off to their companions for half a day.

  Melissa was wearing a low-cut, tight-waisted long dress that was currently in fashion, which originally exposed half of her chest, and when she leaned forward, they shook even more, almost falling out of her clothes.

  Justin and Matt's eyes went straight, subconsciously swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

  "If it's a bandit, Will would definitely go to the Public Security Bureau. The time spent waiting for reception and making a record is at least twenty minutes, which is enough for his clothes to dry a bit, rather than being so wet now!"

  "Was she really blackmailed?" Melissa's flirtatious gaze fell on Will's cheek.

  "Ah, the sentries have taken all my money!"

  Will had never been so noticed by a woman before, it felt like being caressed by a lover's slender hand, his face was itching, and he squirmed uncomfortably all over.

  "How terrible!" Melissa reached out.

  Gulps, looking at the beautiful woman's fingers with red nail polish approaching, and even a strand of fragrance wafting into his nostrils, Will swallowed hard, his heart accelerating in an uncooperative manner, as if it was about to burst out of his throat.

  "I'll cover for you, go wash up, and be more careful next time." Melissa removed a small twig from Will's hair, a self-satisfied smile flickering at the corner of her mouth, pleased with her own charm.

  Will Bureau won't say anything anymore, after all these postmen are all 15 or 16 years old boys who have experienced too little.

  "It's no wonder you're the first postman of our Morning Mist Town!" Melissa turned her gaze to Danton, looking at this handsome young man, and couldn't help but stretch out her white neck, kissing his cheek.

  Danton swiftly raised his hand, blocking Melissa's red lips. His palm felt the wet and smooth sensation, but he didn't flinch at all. Instead, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he became even more vigilant. This woman had a terrible reputation in town!

  "Little guy, still shy, okay, goodbye, I'm going to have lunch!" Melissa smiled and turned around with her plump buttocks, carrying a flower umbrella, leaving the post office.

  "What are you hiding?"

  The mailmen envied him excessively, but immediately afterwards secretly let out a sigh of relief, fortunate that Melissa hadn't kissed him.

  "What a big butt! I really want to touch it!" Justin's eyes chased after Melissa's plump back, feeling dry mouth and tongue.

  "I've heard she's a baron's secret mistress, kept hidden away in this town. If you don't want to die for no reason, it's best to drop that idea!" Matt licked the corner of his lip.

  "Have you been robbed too?" Will asked, nursing his silver coins and trying to find some psychological balance from his companions.

  "What a ridiculous question! Do you think those Western Border scavengers are just going to let us waltz in?" Justin shot Will a withering glance.

  "No way, I think Downton must have gotten away with it, he's known as the slyest fox in the West! " Matt said with a hint of excitement and expectation on his face, "What's the trick? Please share!"

  The postmen's eyes lit up as if they had discovered a new secret realm, and they stared at Tong Dun with tiger-like gazes, persuading him in unison.

  Downton shook his head and silently bent down to sort out the letters.

  "Tell you what, we'll take you to the Golden Elephant Tavern for a big feast and find a dancing girl to keep you company for the night!"

  Recalling Tong Dun's excellence, the postal workers became even more urgent, wrapping themselves around him tightly. They had already determined that he had a way to escape the extortion of the sentry, and were only cherishing their own interests.

  "What's all the commotion about?" A loud, hoarse shout suddenly broke the atmosphere in the hall. Secretary Baulmer pushed open the oak door of his office and glared at the postal workers. "Who told you to slack off? Each of you will be docked a silver coin!"

  The mail carriers hung their heads, their faces ashen, a silver coin was enough for three days of living expenses, but no one dared to complain, docile like lambs.

  "What's everyone staring at? Get back to work!" Bormer, a stout man with a large belly, walked out, his steel-toed boots clanking loudly on the floor.

  "Will, stay behind!"

  Will was taken aback and knew trouble was brewing.

  "Look what you've done! You've made a mess of the floor, and now I'll have to deduct another silver coin." Baulmer stood before Will, lecturing him haughtily.

  "I, I didn't mean to!" Will's lips were trembling and he didn't even dare to wipe the spit that had sprayed onto his face.

  "Backtalk!" Ballmer lifted his leg and kicked Will in the stomach.

  Will fell back two steps, landed on the ground, curled up like a shrimp, and covered his stomach, sweating profusely in pain.

  The postal workers were helpless and even suppressed their breathing. The clerk's tyranny was already seen as normal by everyone, just hoping not to get themselves burned.

  "What are you still lying down for, hurry up and wipe the floor! If the floor can't reflect your shadow, don't come to work!" Ballmer was using this opportunity to launch a tirade. He wanted to erase the legacy of his predecessor and make these postal workers dare not disobey any of his orders again. So all those who were dissatisfied and had a big mouth were cleared out.

  The clerk is not worried about the shortage of hands, and there are many young people in the nearby towns who are eager to be postal workers. After all, this is also a decent job, and when he recruits, he can also make a lot of money by bribery.

  "No way, I'll do it!" Will's face drained of color, turning a sickly pale if he got fired, his old man would kill him.

  "Hmph, I'll just look at the results!" The secretary didn't listen to these explanations, this kid is definitely going to be expelled.

  "Sir, you've seen it yourself, he's injured on the job and Melissa has agreed to let him go home early." Downton straightened his back, knowing the dire financial situation of the Will family, if they lost their jobs, several sisters would have to go hungry.

  "Is there a place for you to interrupt?" The clerk scolded angrily and swung his hand towards Tang Don's cheek.