Lowering his head and refocusing on the letter, Velin fell into deep thought.
If nothing unexpected happened, Noctus City and Ambrose Lake mentioned in Kyle's letter should emerge within these five hundred years.
In that case, he could simply find anyone to deliver the letter, as long as he instructed them to hand it to the appropriate person five hundred years later.
After bidding the man farewell, Velin left the alley and stood on the street, looking up at the sky. The sun was about to set.
"Let's take a look at the slums."
The next moment, Velin vanished from the street, yet the passing pedestrians noticed nothing.
Inside a dilapidated room, a man lay half-reclined on a bed. His right arm was gone, one eye had lost its light, and several scars crossed his face.
In the courtyard, a woman was vigorously scrubbing clothes.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Hearing the coughing, the woman immediately threw down the clothes in her hands and ran into the room. Seeing the man trying to sit up, she hurried over to support him.
Opening his clouded eyes, the man looked at his sister's gaunt appearance and said hoarsely, "I've made you suffer."
"I haven't suffered." The woman shook her head. "As long as you stop trying to kill yourself, I haven't suffered."
Hearing this, the man fell silent.
He had enlisted at eighteen and struggled his way through the army until he became a unit commander, commanding fifty men. He could be considered a minor officer.
Back then, with him supporting the household, the family had lived quite well. The neighbors got along harmoniously, and even his sister had found a decent fiancé.
But half a year ago, he had accidentally discovered a quartermaster embezzling military supplies. Without a second thought, he reported it.