New Places Always Attract Probing Hands

Lynn learned about Hill's newly erected mailbox almost immediately.

He quickly understood that his little brother was helping share his burden. While he appreciated Hill's changing approach, he also felt a little bittersweet.

Perhaps because he had noble blood, Hill was far better than Lynn, who had just left the forest, at handling these social dealings.

He was even better than most underage Elves.

Lynn would absolutely never admit that Hill only seemed so clever because he was a Mage with a higher intelligence.

After all, every Elf or Half-Elf who first entered human society had practically been raised on being deceived. Even Mages had fallen for scams before.

Elves had long lives and decent strength, and underage ones were often followed by elders looking after them. Even if they were fooled, there was often still a chance to salvage the situation.

Those elders only appeared at the very last moment, though. Rather than warning the Elves out on their travels about possible danger, they preferred seeing their faces go blank with despair.

And if they had merely been cheated out of money or seduced, then they could only accept their bad luck themselves.

The worst part was not being left to sleep in the Wilds with no one caring. Elves and Half-Elves alike had never feared living in trees.

What truly made those Elves who had gone out to gain experience unwilling to return to the forests they came from was the shameless elders who treated everything that had happened to them as a joke and spread the stories everywhere!

Thus, behind every Elf who seemed to have completely let loose lay countless unbearable memories.

With that indescribable bitterness in mind, Lynn sent word that Hill had placed a mailbox outside his house, and anyone with business could send