And on the other side far away from the battlefield.
The beloved man was escorted by the Holy City troops to the gathering place built around the post office.
While on the road, with his super memory, he had already learned the language of hell through the hand gestures of these guards.
From the beginning I couldn't understand anything and could only imitate the other person's pronunciation.
Later, I gradually understood some vocabulary, and then accumulated more vocabulary through inference.
These guards also took the trouble to teach their beloved the language in their own way.
It was different from the two days he expected. It took about three days to learn the language.
Of course, he didn't take this incident seriously.
After arriving in front of the post office, he did not rush in to investigate. Instead, he circled twice around the building that did not belong to the style of hell.
He even touched the wall of the building with his hand.
"Strange, this material doesn't look like metal, but it has a metallic texture"
My beloved murmured softly, and then wrote down what he just said in his notebook.
"And this design is also very strange, completely contrary to the mechanical structure."
After recording it in his notebook, the beloved man began to learn specific information about this post office from the King-level beings who escorted him here.
It's a pity that these people don't know much.
The only useful information a good man can get from them is how to send letters through the post office.
At this moment, King-level, a member of the escort team, suddenly said in surprise, "It's strange, we have been here for so long, and we haven't seen the post office give any instructions for sending letters."
Hearing these words, my beloved fell into deep thought.
Through the exchange just now, my dear friend learned that the post office will distribute mail tasks from time to time.
As long as there is life nearby, you can send your own letters through these tasks that are released from time to time.
Although it is irregular, the intervals in between are not very long.
However, since they arrived here, not a single mission has been sent out.
Soon, at the husband's signal, a guard came to the husband carrying a local life in the gathering place.
The husband spoke with an authentic accent from hell, "Friend, don't be nervous."
"I have a question to ask you. Don't worry, dizziness is normal. I promise I won't hurt you."
As he said that, he looked at the guard again and said, "Let this friend go."
The guard gently put the native creature on the ground, then stared at him with his big deformed eyes and shouted, "Be honest! Just answer whatever I ask you to answer!"
The man nodded with a horrified look on his face.
My beloved raised the index finger of his right hand and pushed the frame of his glasses on the bridge of his nose, then asked softly, "When was the last time you had the opportunity to distribute letters?"
The other party replied tremblingly, "It's been a long time since I had the chance to send a letter."
After the words fell, he looked at his beloved's calm eyes, and his body suddenly trembled.
Then he continued to add without stopping, "We are still discussing whether to evacuate here."
"Because without the letter delivery mission, we wouldn't be able to get any water at all."
"There are already people who have not delivered letters for a long time and are dying of thirst because their bodies have run out of water..."
The beloved nodded slightly and recorded the other party's words in his notebook.
Then he continued to ask, "In other words, can you obtain the water needed for survival through sending letters?"
"Can you tell me specifically what the process is like?"
The native hell creature opened his mouth, and then looked around with weak eyes at the King-level guards with ferocious faces.
He couldn't imagine how this fair and pure race in front of him, which he had never seen before, could have such a powerful guard group.
In his impression, only demons from the royal family would have such a big pomp when traveling.
Obviously, this fair and fair guy is someone he can't afford to mess with.
Although there is a rule here about not taking action, this rule has no practical significance to these big shots.
So he quickly told everything he knew.
After listening to his description, my beloved probably understood the purpose of these people staying here.
These messengers who were called away delivered letters to beings in unknown worlds.
If those beings are not strong enough, the messenger will kill them and extract useful things from them and take them back to hell.
The most important of these is the water contained in carbon-based organisms.
Even if they die during the delivery of the letter, after ten minutes, they will be pulled back to hell by the rules.
The damage received will be instantly restored when returning to hell, and even if you die, you will be resurrected.
Therefore, they took action without any scruples.
Regardless of whether the recipient is powerful or not, they will attack them crazily.
After recording, the good man has already decided on the next step of investigation.
After explaining something, he walked toward the post office alone.
As soon as you enter the door, you are greeted by a spacious and bright hall.
Compared with the mess outside, this place seems to be a small independent world.
This style seems a bit out of place with hell.
The floor was spotless, as if it had been cleaned by someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
A large counter immediately caught my beloved's attention.
Without any hesitation, he walked directly to the counter.
Looking at the piles of forms neatly stacked on top, my husband's eyes narrowed.
The text on the form was in Chinese, which he was familiar with.
He moved his gaze to another pile of forms.
Still in Chinese.
This made my husband feel very strange.
The beloved man took the form and walked out, looking for a guard to confirm it.
The man told him that the words above were the words from their hell.
My beloved suddenly made a guess.
He later recorded in his notebook. "A program similar to simultaneous interpretation, which can translate the text into the text used by the person filling in the form and his own race."
"So I guess that this post office was established here by some powerful unknown civilization."
"But why do they know our human writings?"
"Is our civilization also under the observation of this advanced civilization?"
"In order to confirm this guess, I decided to try to pretend to be the messenger. Maybe I can get some useful information."
After recording this passage, he handed the notebook to the leading guard.
Although he will not die in an unknown place because of delivering the message.
But he was worried that the notebook would be lost.
After returning to the hall, the good man began to fill in the content on the form.
In addition to the random tasks assigned by the post office, mail delivery can also be proactively sent out.
My beloved looked at the address column and frowned.
"What if the vague address was filled out in a human cognitive way?"
Thinking of this, he directly wrote down a long line of address:
Laniakea Supercluster-Virgo Galaxy Cluster-Andromeda Galaxy