Chapter 2, Fortune? Misfortune?

The little postman believed it. They all disliked delivering packages, as packages are different from letters; they cannot simply be shoved into a mailbox. This item must be handed directly to the recipient, requiring the owner of the package to sign for it, after which the signature must be retrieved for filing.

The old man said this in a somewhat perfunctory manner

The young postman, with a sorrowful expression, finished sorting the mail and stepped out with a large canvas mailbag slung over his shoulder. Just as he reached the entrance of the alley next to the post office, he was suddenly pulled inside by someone.

He sent off the last letter around two o'clock in the afternoon, which was much earlier than usual. Of course, La Pei paid a price for this. His chest felt as if it were about to explode, his legs felt as heavy as lead, his calves were sore and swollen, and his stomach was growling with hunger. He longed to go home and lie in bed without getting up again, even having his mother bring dinner to his bedside. Unfortunately, that was not possible; he still had to go to 2 and 3 Jeffrey Street to help old Mr. Fowler tidy up the room

Lape is not concerned about the lack of willingness to exchange; packages are far fewer than letters. If one specializes in delivering packages, it takes more time, but it is not tiring

The old man had contemplated the idea of murder and treasure hunting, but he feared it might backfire. Artifacts are difficult to define; if they refuse to acknowledge him as their new master, would it not be a futile effort? It would be better to leave it in the hands of this young man, as the old man could have him assist in experiments whenever needed

Delivering mail to that madman is undoubtedly a thankless task, and it is highly likely that one could be captured for experiments, with having one or two vials of blood drawn being a common occurrence, and being forced to ingest some unknown potion considered fortunate. During the three years that Lapeyre has worked at this post office, the mail carriers responsible for delivering letters to that individual have changed seven or eight times, and it is feared that the current mail carrier will not last long either

I heard that many people died another postman asked softly

Lape did not suspect that the old man had ulterior motives. From the memories of the lucky coins, he indeed knew that wizards are divided into many factions. The old man seemed to be an alchemist, a type of wizard focused on the transformation of matter. In fact, there are many branches within alchemy; some excel at creating magical items, while others specialize in brewing potions. The former can be further divided into large and small categories, much like the distinction between architects and jewelers. Therefore, the notion that wizards are all-powerful is unfounded, and the saying "different trades, different mountains" applies equally to wizards.

"Wait for me to change into another outfit, I will be right down." Rapeian quickly replied, and only after saying this did he realize that he had been wearing that shirt adorned with lace trim all along

Lape glanced at the lucky coin in his hand, feeling an indescribable sensation in his heart. He had always been unwilling to settle for mediocrity, yet had never found an opportunity. Now, he finally possessed a chance, but it came with a heavy burden of responsibility. It goes without saying the fates of the previous owners of this coin; the king's envoy was pierced through the throat by a sword, dying instantly, which was already the most merciful way to die. The saintess he admired was burned alive, and that was not even the most painful death. Among the previous owners of the lucky coin, several met their end under torture, and even as a bystander, it sent chills down his spine. It goes without saying the fates of the previous owners of this coin; the king's envoy was pierced through the throat by a sword, dying instantly, which was already the most merciful way to die. The saintess he admired was burned alive, and that was not even the most painful death. Among the previous owners of the lucky coin, several met their end under torture, and even as a bystander, it sent chills down his spine.

La Pei followed closely behind

This is the benefit of being wealthy; La Pei increasingly yearns to become rich. However, he absolutely does not dare to entertain thoughts of embezzlement. Taking advantage of a situation, such as enjoying a free meal, is acceptable, but he cannot touch money; this is his principle

You... don't act recklessly. We have no way to deal with you. Are we really unable to handle your mother and sister? If you provoke us, we can set your house on fire and sell your mother and sister to a brothel to settle the score. Another guy took a defensive stance, but his words became increasingly vicious.

The post office's seventh branch, where the father and son work, is located at 97 Bern Street. It is a four-story building made of red bricks, with a yard in front, enclosed by a surrounding wall. The only entrance and exit is a large black iron gate. At this moment, the iron gate is open, and employees are entering one after another, most of whom are children around the same age as Rape, and they are all postal workers

To be honest, the little postman would rather walk an extra ten blocks than see that madman. A few days ago, he had just had a large vial of blood drawn, and even earlier, he had been forced to drink a lot of potions. These potions not only tasted horrific but also caused him to vomit and have diarrhea, leaving him swollen all over. If it weren't for the difficulty of finding a job, he would have resigned long ago.

As La Pei was about to finish sorting these letters, she suddenly heard a young postman scream: "It's that madman's stuff again"

The old man used a very powerful acid. If this were an ordinary coin, it would undoubtedly be unable to withstand the corrosion of the acid. Fortunately, the lucky coin is indeed not an ordinary coin; after waiting for quite a while, there are no signs of corrosion whatsoever.

Lapei is very obedient; he is not worried that the old man will switch the items. If it can really be done, he would be pleased instead, as losing the lucky coin is not necessarily a bad thing

Rape did not dare to move recklessly; he originally thought the old man was a madman. However, upon entering the room, he sensed something was amiss. The room was permeated with chaotic energy, and the concentration of various elements was also quite high.

Rape originally planned to wait until he had mastered swordsmanship before earning money to study magic. However, at this moment, he developed another thought; perhaps he could persuade that madman to lend him the tools and materials from there. Rape quickly made up his mind.

After eating and drinking to satisfaction, wipe the table clean, wash the dishes, and then put them into the cupboard, Lapei left that house

"Good! Good!" The younger sister clapped her hands beside.

Although he was getting on in years, the old man was quite agile. He grabbed La Pe's collar and pulled him inside, saying, "Tell me, are you here specifically to cause trouble? Did Piest send you? That guy knows I'm about to succeed, so he sent you to disrupt things..."

It is somewhat interesting. The old man's expression became serious, and his eyes began to shine; the object before him piqued his interest

What did you say? The father did not hear clearly

"When will you teach me magic?" Lape whispered.

The old man is certainly not offering guidance sincerely. The first path he suggests is to confirm whether the gold coins contain a spirit or a ghost. If it is a ghost, there will be a reaction upon entering any temple. The second path is for his own benefit.

Lape's mother was indeed deceived; she immediately exclaimed with joy, "Of course, it can be done. My family is experiencing a turn of fortune and has encountered a benefactor."

What do you want? The young postman wore a wary expression

Who would have thought that a madman resides here

Lape let out a cold laugh: "The king's envoy has been assassinated, and those bigwigs at the mhetushucomcom City Hall must provide an explanation. The more people die here in Talen, the greater the loss, which only highlights the assassin's prowess, making it easier to brush things off. After all, it is not the nobles who are dying, nor their relatives."

Different schools of swordsmanship have their own unique breathing techniques. This is akin to the meditation practiced by magicians, where meditation enhances magical power, while the swordsman's breathing technique enhances certain abilities. The breathing technique chosen by Lape improves speed and reaction time, and also provides some enhancement to strength, endurance, and flexibility, although the effects in those areas are not as pronounced.

Like other postal workers, La Pei returned to his desk with a mailbag and found a seat to sit down. He began sorting the letters, arranging them in order according to the house numbers, to avoid unnecessary trips back and forth, while also removing any letters that did not belong to him. This was the first task that every postal worker had to perform each day

At that moment, Lapei heard footsteps coming from outside the door; his mother was approaching his room

Lape was momentarily taken aback, but soon understood that someone like the little postman would never believe in the existence of "selfless help" and "kind concern" in this world; they only believe that there are ulterior motives behind acts of goodwill

Is there still enough money? The old man also began to change the subject

Lapei suddenly opened the window and with a strong throw, cast the lucky coin far away

One was knocked down, and La Pei stepped forward, aiming a high side kick at another person. A sharp sound was heard as his foot struck that person's face, and the person fell to the ground in response

Lape got out of bed, wearing slippers, and moved around in the cramped room. His steps were peculiar, with one foot always in front and the other always behind, the toes never leaving the ground, primarily gliding as he walked

Lape's mind was quick, and he soon found a suitable excuse. He opened the mail package and pointed to the contents, saying: "Please help me deliver all these packages."

After running for over ten blocks without stopping, La Pei came to a halt at an intersection, supporting himself on his knees with both hands, breathing heavily.

"Isn't it said that the assassin is incredibly formidable, having killed people on an entire street, and that he forced his way out?" Yet, there are still those who do not believe.

"I firmly believe you took our things, what do you say?" The guy lying on the ground cursed even more fiercely; the side kick he received earlier had struck his face, as if he had just been slapped.

Should we take over the old man's three meals a day? This would definitely please him, and at the same time, it would help La Pei fill his stomach and save the family a sum on food expenses. Just thinking about this, La Pei suddenly felt less fatigued, and even his steps became much lighter.

In the past, Rape never cared about such matters. With his father around, such arduous tasks would never fall upon him. He felt sympathy for those unfortunate souls but would not be foolish enough to suffer in their stead. However, this time Rape was moved. For last night, he had already chosen his path: swordsmanship combined with magic

Just now, Lape attempted to stab, only to immediately realize that the sensation was completely different from that in his dreams. In terms of strength, speed, agility, and control, he was far from the mark. To reach the level he experienced in his dreams, there are no shortcuts; only practice, relentless practice.

After five or six minutes, the sound finally stopped

Each house has a unique front door, some with steps and some without, some with railings and some without. The openings of the mailboxes also vary; some are simply a slit cut into the door, while others have added rain protection, and some feature flaps or bolts. He must be quick and nimble, with movements that are exceptionally precise

Upon seeing so much money all at once, Lape had already forgotten the fatigue

"Wait a moment, I still need to go over there. His place is like a doghouse, with a lot of things to organize. Tomorrow morning, I also need to go early to help him make breakfast. Please do not prepare dinner for me anymore. If there is an opportunity, I will bring something back like I did today." Lape found an excuse to go out for the night.

As he walked, La Pei's expression changed slightly, for he saw a gold coin lying by the roadside, adorned with a rose pattern

"No problem, I will give you fifty Bisha a month." The old man agreed without a second thought; this was the salary he had offered to his last servant, which was double the usual pay for a servant. Even so, that servant did not last a full week.

These compartments are all arranged according to streets and districts. Rape took out letters from several of these compartments and then stuffed them into the mailbag

As Lape speculated, this fellow had been gnawing on dry bread and cheese for several years and was eager to change his taste.

Rest assured, Mr. Foller may appear eccentric, but in reality, he is a nobleman, a nobleman obsessed with magic. He does not eat anything that has been left overnight; it is he who asked me to dispose of it. " Lape casually told a lie, as he did not believe his father would go to confirm with the old man Foller.

Lape executed a side turn of the body, followed immediately by an elbow strike, causing the individual to clutch their chest and fall to the ground

Rapei was extremely excited and immediately put on the gloves.

"Mr. Wizard, do you have a way to destroy cursed objects?" Lape asked softly, still unwilling to give up, hoping to find a fundamental solution to the problem

The door was suddenly flung open, and an old man emerged, his head slightly balding, surrounded by a halo of disheveled white hair. His high forehead was lined with deep wrinkles, and his sunken eyes were wide open, filled with rage and a hint of madness. He appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, and one side of his face was darkened as if charred.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion on the top floor, the sound of the explosion was somewhat muffled, and the force was not too great

"It's nothing, I just accidentally stepped in a pile of dog feces," Lape said fiercely

Now, that skeptic has nothing to say

"Do not rejoice too soon," the old man quickly reminded from the side. "Magic does not create something from nothing; it follows the principle of equivalent exchange. Whatever you gain, you must pay an equal price. After putting on the gloves, the power you receive still comes from your body, so you will tire very quickly"

"I will help you deliver the package to No. 23 Jeffrey Street," La Pei said straightforwardly

In a moment of inspiration, Lape seized the poker by the fireplace and thrust it forward with great force. A soft sound was heard as the poker struck the window frame with remarkable precision

The mother glanced at the small pot on the bedside table, which had not moved at all: "For safety's sake, before you leave, make sure to drink the ginger soup."

Lape had no mind to attend to these companions; he walked over to a side wall where there was a long row of shelves, divided into many square compartments by partitions, each filled to the brim with letters

How is your skill? This is the only thing the old man is worried about

Among the previous owners of the lucky coin, there was a wizard. Last night, Lape had a rough look at it. He suspected that the old man was not just a madman obsessed with magic, but a genuine wizard.

No. 23, Jeffrey Street is a beautiful small building, with walls constructed of red and black bricks, forming a diamond pattern. The porch and window sills are all adorned with carvings, and the wooden door is inlaid with iron bars, which create an attractive design while ensuring both aesthetics and durability

Ah! That guy let out a cry and clutched his wrist

"Damn bastard, the cockroach in the sewer, the toad by the cesspool, I will chop you into minced meat and stomp out your bile..." Accompanied by a torrent of furious curses, the madman rushed down from the upper floor, his footsteps unusually hurried

I am here to deliver a package, I have your package here," Lapei shouted loudly

I am going now, I might return a bit later today," said Lape, turning and exiting the door

Throughout the afternoon, La Pei was busy. After tidying up the living room and kitchen, she went to the market, where she not only purchased the necessary items but also hired a few people to help bring the items back. She also asked them to take out all the collected garbage, which included a set of old furniture

"Come down for breakfast after you finish drinking; I have already prepared breakfast," urged my mother

"Is this what you did?" the old man asked

"I do not know any other wizards, can you teach me?" As the old man had expected, Lape asked anxiously

The veins on La Pei's forehead throbbed slightly; he could guess the intentions of these fellows even with his back turned. Just yesterday, due to a minor piece of evidence, he was dragged down by these people and had no choice but to help them transport stolen goods. Now they wanted to further entangle him in their schemes.

"Dare to insult our belongings, are you tired of living?" Another guy, lying on the ground, surprisingly joined in the cursing.

The old man hesitated for a moment, and after a long while, he said: "I am busy; you can read the books by yourself. The pile in the corner of the study consists entirely of foundational books that I have used before. They contain some of my notes, as well as several dictionaries that record most of the common materials related to plants and minerals. This is not only useful for alchemists but also for other magicians."

The window frame of the Rape family is merely a thin wooden board, and the position he stands at is two feet away from the window, making it quite difficult to hit the target accurately.

"I can help you with chores, even clean up and organize your room," Rape said impatiently. The latter part of his statement was not due to self-deprecation, but rather for his own consideration. To be honest, in a place that resembled a mountain of garbage, he could not stay for even a quarter of an hour; if he did not tidy it up, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

In just one night, Lape's swordsmanship resembled that of someone who had practiced for over a decade, with his strikes appearing as if they were instinctual. This is also related to Lape's choice—the sword technique he selected is "Stab"

That package must belong to No. 2 and No. 3 Jeffrey Street, where a notorious madman resides. He claims to be a magician and spends all day conducting various bizarre experiments, which often result in explosions, fires, and thick smoke, making the police and firefighters regular visitors there

Are you satisfied?" Rape did not respond directly. These were purchased from the restaurant; he certainly did not possess such culinary skills. However, this also made Rape determined to search through the memories of the lucky coins while sleeping, to see if there was anything related to cooking, culinary arts, or gourmet food.

I can only teach you some basic things, but..." The old man put on a difficult expression: "I cannot teach for free.

"The director probably won't come to work today; he was quite frightened yesterday," my father said with a smile

"If you do not wish to become blind, it is best for you to turn away, or even close your eyes," the old man said coldly

To La Pei, that lucky coin appeared to be a cursed object

Lape was first taken aback, then he breathed a sigh of relief; that madman should not have been blown to death

Taking someone else's belongings... is generally not appropriate. The father was quite hesitant

The former is relatively easy; one only needs a sword. The latter, however, is more difficult, as a magician at the very least requires a wand, along with various spellcasting materials. Sometimes, those materials also need to be processed, which requires corresponding equipment. All of this necessitates money, making it impossible for the poor to become magicians

"I remember," Lape replied promptly, having already made up his mind to search the lucky coins for any content related to the steward. It seems there is much for him to learn

I threw away the old furniture; there shouldn't be any problem with that, right?" Lapei diverted the old man's attention.

That is good, that is good. The father felt at ease; to be honest, seeing his daughter filled with hope, he could not bear to refuse her

"Much better, I haven't had nightmares since then," Rape casually remarked

"Why don't you try to see if you can destroy it?" Lape asked softly

The morning sunlight streamed in through the window. Rape sat up suddenly and looked around. He did not see any ghosts; everything seemed like a dream. However, the gold coin he held in his hand told him that this was not a dream

The petty thief weighed the items in his hand and felt that it was about right, believing that nothing had been stolen. He was just about to say a few flattering words when, unexpectedly, the first guy who had been knocked down had already gotten back up, cursing and saying: "The quantity is wrong; there are fewer items."

The old man has not read all those dictionaries himself, let alone memorized them. The only materials he can remember are those he frequently uses, and when he encounters unfamiliar terms, he has to look them up. To read through all those dictionaries would take at least six months, and to memorize them all would likely require over a decade

This item is indeed quite interesting. The old man has already taken down the gold coin, turning it over and over in his hands. After a moment, he said again: If you trust me, leave this item with me... Otherwise, I will buy it from you. How much do you want?

"You went with your father yesterday to welcome the king's envoy; you must have seen everything, right?" a young postman asked Rape.

"How do you know that this thing is cursed along with the books?" the old man asked

If you cannot destroy this gold coin, could you help me exorcise the ghost within it?" Rapei sought a compromise. He always felt that the ghost was forcing him to help seek revenge, which was purely a personal grudge; the coin itself should not have such limitations

The laboratory is located on the top floor, which is also the site of the recent explosion. From the outside, the building appears beautiful, but inside it resembles a mountain of garbage. The first floor consists of the living room and kitchen, yet it is cluttered with a haphazard assortment of items, giving the impression of a warehouse. The second floor contains the bedrooms and study, but the floor is covered with piles of books, and even the staircase is filled with books, while the bookshelves are surprisingly empty. The third floor is even more chaotic, resembling a battlefield, with several tables arranged haphazardly, covered with various equipment, and the space beneath the tables is crammed with items.

"I wonder if the old man has any food?" Rape muttered to himself, and then he thought of something: the old man was too lazy to even clean his bedroom, so it was hard to imagine he would cook for himself. It was highly likely that he was just having dry bread with dry cool.

I will. Lape understood that his mother had good intentions, and of course there was also the reason of not wanting to waste. In their household, waste was absolutely not permitted.

There is no need. "La Peilian quickly shook his head; taking leave not only meant losing a day's salary but also missing out on the attendance bonus. Although it was not a significant amount, for families like theirs, it meant that the food on the table could be a bit more plentiful

The old man scrutinized Lape from top to bottom, and to be honest, he did not believe that Lape was qualified to handle such things

In the moment the coin left his hand, La Pei felt a heart-wrenching pain, almost clenching his fist, but fortunately, he held back. Watching the coin disappear over the rooftop across the way, he let out a sigh of relief

Are you feeling better? If you are not feeling well, I can help you take a leave of absence," the father asked with concern.

Before he could finish speaking, Lape took a quick step forward, stepping down on his right hand, and immediately thereafter, a cracking sound was heard

Rapei was seething with anger, but these words struck at his Achilles' heel

What do you want?" Rapei asked through clenched teeth

This is indeed correct; the assassin killed over thirty people while escaping, but the number of those mistakenly killed by the guards was several times that. The assassin initially fled into the crowd, prompting the guards' marksmen to open fire, resulting in at least twenty people being mistakenly shot. Subsequently, two mages from the guard intervened, unleashing fireballs that exploded in the crowd, killing at least fifty or sixty people, with many bodies barely identifiable. The assassin, however, remained unharmed; perhaps he found the crowd too dense and was running too slowly, so he simply jumped onto the rooftops, where the two mages also pursued him. The ensuing battle took place entirely on the rooftops, causing significant damage to many buildings. Collapsing structures and flying debris resulted in even more casualties, with the injured being too numerous to count.

The old man is not lacking in money; as a wizard, he certainly cannot be short of funds. As for an alchemist, it goes without saying that they are even less likely to be in need, for alchemists are the wealthy among wizards

Do you know about that madman at 23 Jeffrey Street? Cosby asked me to help him deliver a package; he is very afraid of that madman. I agreed, and as a result, I found that the madman is actually quite nice. I helped him tidy up his house, and as a result, he hired me to help him with work. Mom, I will bring back his clothes; can you help wash them?" Lape asked that last question to divert attention. I helped him tidy up his house, and as a result, he hired me to help him with work. Mom, I will bring back his clothes; can you help wash them?" Lape asked that last question to divert attention.

Oh yes! The younger sister cheered and jumped up; she had already caught a whiff of the fragrance

Rapei had already turned away, "If I could lift the curse, I wouldn't mind giving it to you, but unfortunately, it is impossible." He sighed.

However, there was no joy on the faces of my father and mother

The hall suddenly fell silent, and many young couriers felt a chill in their hearts. After all, they were still young and unable to accept the cruelty and brutality of the world.

Lape hurried over to clear the plates, where there was still more than half a turkey left. He had done this on purpose; when he bought it, he had calculated that the old man wouldn't finish it, and the leftovers would all be his. Lape saved a pair of turkey wings, intending to take them home to share with his family. Sela also left a large portion behind, packing some for himself as well, since this dish was not very easy to carry.

The old man took the package from Lape, opened it to take a glance, cursed under his breath, signed his name, and then tossed the receipt back to Lape

I have already eaten and brought back some things. La Pei placed two oil paper bags on the table

However, before that, Lape must buy a pair of shoes, a pair suitable for long-distance running. After gasping for breath for a while and regaining some strength, Lape continued to run.

Suddenly, the old man waved his hand. After a moment, a card flew down from upstairs. The old man caught the card and casually tossed it in front of La Pei: "If you have time, could you run to the library for me? I seem to have a few books that I haven't returned, and they might already be lost..." The old man then abruptly waved his hand again. "Forget it, it’s not a big deal; at most, I’ll just be fined a little. Ask them how much the fine is, and then come back and tell me. From now on, you will help me keep this card safe. If I need to borrow any books, I will let you know, and you will also manage those books. By the way, could you help me tidy up the study as well... Don't touch the books in the bedroom; those are the ones I often need. I remember where they are, and if they are organized, I might have trouble finding them."

I am not skilled in exorcising spirits. You have two paths to choose from: one path is to join the church and use holy power to exorcise spirits, while the other path is to learn dark magic, gaining the ability to communicate with spirits

The act of inserting a letter into the mailbox can be regarded as a thrust, accompanied by variations such as upward lifting, downward pressing, and gentle nudging

The gold coins were retrieved, and the old man placed the coins on a stand, then he took a pair of glasses from the side.

"Could you give me some wages?" Lape asked somewhat hesitantly, fearing that the old man would refuse. Lape was not greedy; practicing swordsmanship required nutrition, and a swordsman's appetite was significantly larger than that of an average person. Moreover, practicing magic also required financial investment

It is fortunate that there is no need to deliver packages; if packages were to be delivered, training could not proceed in this manner. La Pei has already made up his mind to only deliver letters in the future, leaving the delivery of packages to others, even if it means he has to cover a few more blocks.

"Where did this come from?" the father asked with a serious expression

"What are you doing?" The young postman shouted, and upon realizing it was Lape, he couldn't help but feel puzzled. In the eyes of this group of young postmen, Lape was considered a person with backing. Although Lape had never bullied anyone before, they still held a certain wariness towards him.

Can you at least give me some guidance?" La Peixin felt a surge of joy in his heart, sensing an opportunity.

Lapeyton was disappointed at that moment; he had originally hoped to compensate for his lack of strength with these gloves. The set of breathing techniques he chose significantly improved his speed and reaction time, but had little effect on his strength, which became a shortcoming. When faced with the choice between strength and endurance, Lapeyton would certainly choose endurance

The old man cast a suspicious glance, as he did not sense any signs of magic

Lapei can be indifferent; at worst, he can hide with the old man Fole. He does not believe that a group of ruffians would dare to provoke a wizard, but his family cannot afford such a risk

Abandoning other variations, Lape's swordsmanship consists solely of thrusts—straight thrusts, diagonal thrusts, punctures, consecutive thrusts, forehand thrusts, backhand thrusts, side thrusts, and reverse thrusts

This is the footwork of a swordsman. Not only is this peculiar footwork unusual, but Lape's breathing also appears somewhat strange, long and slow, with a warm current flowing within him

On the way home, despite being utterly exhausted, Lape's steps were unusually light, and his mood was quite good. Just as he was nearing home, a few people suddenly rushed out from a nearby alley, one of whom grabbed Lape by the collar.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn over, as they had only heard second-hand, third-hand, or even fourth and fifth-hand information, which had long since become distorted

What is there to say? The assassin disguised as a member of the military band, and that envoy was assassinated before he even dismounted from his carriage. The guards are a bunch of inept fools, unable to deal with the assassin, and instead, they ended up injuring many innocent bystanders. Rape spoke very plainly, without any embellishment. In the past, given such a noteworthy opportunity, he would have certainly boasted about it, but now, he has no interest at all

If it gets thrown away, then so be it. The old man indeed did not care; he hardly had any guests here. In the past, he even ate in the laboratory. The living room was something he could take or leave, let alone the furniture.

The old man released his grip, looking up and down at Lape, finally realizing that Lape was a postman. The old man was somewhat deranged, especially when he got angry. However, he was also aware of the consequences of truly annoying the postal service, which could lead to him being blacklisted and having his mail delivery refused. Should he resort to buying an owl to deliver messages like a wizard from a century ago? Are there still fools who would do such a thing today?

In the evening, Old Foller emerged from the laboratory. Upon seeing the freshly tidied living room, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Very good, no, it is excellent"

All the passersby were astonished to see a young postman running down the street with a mailbag on his back

At that time, Lape was still relieved that the neighborhood did not fall within his jurisdiction

Emerging from Old Foller’s place, Lape took a deep breath and began to run briskly. Normally, he would walk to deliver messages, but now, in order to complete the delivery as quickly as possible, he had to run.

One evening, La Pei mastered all the techniques of the thorns. However, this was not enough, far from enough

Lape glanced around and pulled this fellow into the alley

The old man took an empty beaker and walked to the corner of the wall, where several round barrels were placed. These barrels were ordinary beer kegs, the kind from which beer would flow when the tap was turned. However, the tap on these barrels was different; it gleamed with silver and was engraved with magical runes.

Lape changed into a coarse cloth shirt, put on a thick vest over it, and then donned the postal uniform before heading downstairs. The others were already seated at the dining table, where the plates contained toasted bread and fried eggs. He and his father surprisingly had a glass of milk, which was definitely a treatment not usually afforded.

There is a ghost inside it. La Pei did not mention the function of the lucky coin, nor did he refer to the legendary figures who once possessed it, as he feared that the old man might develop greedy thoughts

The old man's eyes rolled around restlessly, and he became increasingly convinced that this was a divine artifact. Divine artifacts possess their own will and can sometimes take on human forms, which is referred to as a spirit of the artifact. He thought that Lape was young and ignorant, mistaking the spirit of the artifact for a ghost; in a certain sense, these two concepts are quite similar.

Lape had encountered that madman. At first glance, he felt that the fellow was not normal, with disheveled hair as if it had been blown apart by firecrackers, a bulging forehead, deep-set eyes that were sometimes vacant and at other times gleaming erratically. His chin was covered with sparse stubble, and as for his clothes, they were in tatters, resembling a rag, and he wore mismatched socks, with slippers on his feet

Then it is settled. La Pei was overjoyed, and immediately he glanced at his mailbag and said softly, "I will go deliver the letter first, and then I will come back after that"

Taking something? It was only then that La Pei noticed the three people across from him, and the remaining individual was indeed the pickpocket who had stuffed the stolen goods into his pocket yesterday

This is two hundred for Bissau. The kitchen hasn't been used for several years. The plates and dishes should still be usable, but the pots have all rusted. Let's get a new set. We also need to buy charcoal and seasonings, and then purchase some ingredients... If there isn't enough money, we can come back for more. The old man certainly doesn't lack money

"Wait for me here, I will go home first." La Pei walked straight towards his home

A series of hissing sounds came from behind, sharp and grating, sending chills down one's spine, accompanied by a blinding light. La Pei had his back turned, only able to see the reflection on the wall; his eyes could hardly bear it, and he could not imagine the consequences of looking directly at it.

Lape stepped forward and pulled on a rope at the entrance, immediately causing a ringing sound to echo from within

At the intersection ahead, the two fathers and sons turned left. Suddenly, La Pei's face turned pale as he saw the lucky coin once again, still lying a few feet ahead. He quickly turned his head to take a glance, but the spot from earlier no longer showed any trace of the lucky coin.

After finishing breakfast, the two father and son walked out the door. They work at the same post office, which is half an hour's journey from the Rape family home

Lape is very tired, but he cannot stop. Delivering messages in this way not only saves time but also serves as a form of training

Rape originally did not possess such a mindset, nor could he have articulated such words. For some unknown reason, at this moment, his mind became exceptionally clear, and he could see through the hidden truth behind yesterday's tragic incident at a glance

The old man no longer hesitated; he went downstairs and returned after a while, holding a money pouch in his hand

"I have tried to throw it far away, even attempted to toss it into the sea, yet it always finds its way back to my hands," replied Lape.

Lape originally thought that after gaining the benefits, he could simply throw away this coin that would bring misfortune. Now it seems he was overly optimistic; so many legendary figures could not escape their ultimate doom, how could a small person like him possibly be spared? His father let out a sound of acknowledgment and continued walking ahead. Lape, feeling helpless, bent down to pick up the coin and placed it into his pocket.

25 Xibilian Street, 26 Xibilian Street, 29 Xibilian Street... Lapey held a stack of letters in his hand, silently reciting as he ran past one door after another. Each time he swept past a doorway, his hand would dart in and out like lightning, swiftly stuffing a letter into the mailbox.

"Go ahead, go ahead." The old man was in an exceptionally good mood. Suddenly, he called out to Lape again, and he saw him run to the first floor, rummaging through the drawers in the study. Finally, he found a key and ran back downstairs to hand it to Lape: "From now on, you can come in directly, don't ring the doorbell anymore. I still need to redo the experiment later, and I don't have time to teach you today. When you arrive, just help me tidy up the room." He suddenly slapped his forehead and ran back upstairs. After a while, he came down again and threw a pair of dirty gloves into Lape's hands: "These are strength-enhancing gloves. Once you wear them, your strength will be equivalent to that of five strong men, making it very convenient for moving things."

The so-called mailbag is an oversized shoulder bag made of canvas, featuring numerous compartments. Letters from different neighborhoods are placed in separate compartments, ensuring that they do not get mixed up during delivery. In addition, there are also some packages, but fortunately, the number of packages is not very large.

As soon as he entered the house, Lapei saw the family already seated at the dining table, but they had not yet started the meal, all waiting for him

"I need to see you," the young pickpocket said eagerly, already regretting bringing these two idiots along. However, the pickpocket did not expect La Pei to be so violent; he was completely different from the person he had encountered yesterday.

Lape pretended not to see and walked straight past, then looked around, surprised to find that the passersby seemed unable to see the gold coin.

"It truly lingers like a haunting spirit," Lape murmured softly

What pleased the old man the most was the food laid out on the dining table: a roasted turkey, a thick steak, and a bowl of salad. He had forgotten how many years it had been since he had enjoyed a proper meal. Although the old man did not have high demands for the quality of life, he also did not wish to live in a garbage heap, gnawing on dry bread

"Absolutely no problem, my father originally wanted me to be a chef." Rape casually remarked, though he was not skilled in cooking; he could manage to fry an egg. However, he did not care, for he possessed a lucky coin. Among the previous owners of the lucky coin, even if there were no chefs, there were certainly memories related to gourmet food and culinary arts.

The old man, wanting to lure the prey into a trap, shook his head and said: "I am not a dark sorcerer"

Rapei will never forget the legendary knight who was beheaded; his tragedy began with the tragic death of his fiancée. He himself was extraordinarily powerful and invincible, but his fiancée was merely a weak woman

"Enough... as long as you don't buy any furniture." Lape glanced at the empty living room.

Lape spread his palm and glanced at the coin once more. The power of this object exceeded his imagination; although it could not make him instantly powerful, it could transform certain things into subconscious instincts. Under normal circumstances, maintaining that special breathing technique as Lape did at all times would require at least ten years.

There is no need to worry about money; if it is insufficient, just let me know. The old man certainly does not want to shortchange himself. He has no interest in managing everything himself, but if someone else is willing to take care of it, he would definitely like to enjoy it.

"You will cover all three meals in a day?" Upon hearing this news, the old man indeed perked up.

I am off to conduct experiments again; a hearty meal indeed aids in thinking, and I suddenly had an inspiration. The old man threw down his knife and fork and hurriedly ran upstairs, looking quite a bit mad at that moment

The old man turned on one of the taps, and a slightly reddish liquid flowed out, filling about one-third of the beaker before he stopped. He then tossed the gold coin into it

The old man closed the door with his foot, pressing the latch against the back of the door

"If he is truly that powerful, then why doesn't he kill the mayor and those officials at the city hall? Otherwise, he could at least take them hostage." Lape sneered.

This is even more interesting. The old man stroked his chin, noting that an item with such capabilities would definitely not be an ordinary magical artifact; it is highly likely to be a divine weapon, akin to the Sword in the Stone, the Black Bow, the God-Slaying Spear, and so forth

I hope you are not joking, otherwise..." The old man snorted lightly, took the gold coin, and walked straight upstairs

Alright. The little postman agreed immediately, without even hesitating

Lapei did not explain either, but took out the coin from his pocket

It can be considered. The old man was moved; he had previously hired several servants, but none of them were able to complete a week of work.

"Don't! We are here to take something," the last person shouted loudly

Lapei didn't even need to turn his head to know what was going on

Upon entering the building, Lape and his father separated; his father's office was upstairs, while Lape went to the lobby to collect the mail. The lobby was already crowded with many people, creating a noisy atmosphere as everyone checked their packages and engaged in conversation, discussing the assassination that had taken place yesterday

The door opened, and my mother walked in: "Are you feeling better?"

In the past, this was definitely La Pei's favorite piece of clothing, but now he no longer finds it appealing

"These are all your belongings; do not provoke me again in the future." Rape pulled out the pocket from under his clothes, and apart from the lucky coin, all the stolen goods were inside.

"You haven't even looked, yet you dare to be certain that I took your things." Lapeyton was instantly enraged. Had it been yesterday, he might have swallowed his anger, but that was no longer possible. The owner of the lucky gold coin was certainly a person of high status; even that guy who was assassinated was a close minister to the king. At the very least, Lapey could not allow them to lose face.

Lape quickly put down the communication rod, returned to the bedside, and gathered all the stolen items hidden under the pillow. These items could not be seen by his mother, as he had no way to explain their origin

Rape did not hide his dissatisfaction with the guard. Looking back now, he still feels a sense of lingering fear; fortunately, the assassin fled towards the dock. If he had come in their direction, both he and his father could have lost their lives

Lapei knew that his father still wanted to persuade him to take a day off: "It's really fine, I slept very well last night." His father looked at his son and no longer insisted.

"Why?" the old man asked

This may seem easy, but in reality, it is not.