After Lynch finished reading the letter from Nagariel, he walked to the door and handed a ten-dollar bill to the messenger.
The messenger was a young postman in his twenties. At this moment, he was nervously holding his wide-brimmed hat with both hands. Normally, such letters could be delivered directly, but he saw this as an opportunity, so he didn't place the letter in the mailbox as instructed. He was waiting for someone inside the room to open the door, and luckily, the door opened, and he met Mr. Lynch.
"This is what you deserve," Lynch said, seeing the postman's hesitation, and with a smile, placed the ten dollars into his hat.
Just as Lynch was about to close the door, the postman spoke up, "Mr. Lynch, I want to work for you."
Lynch found this somewhat amusing. The postman in front of him was about his age, but their statuses were vastly different. Lynch slightly pulled the closing door, looking at him, "You are already serving me, Mr. Postman."
