The devil's black eyes immediately locked on Conrad.

"What can I do for you, this demon lord?"

For this service attitude, Li Aili silently gave a four-and-a-half-star look, and the less than half a star was afraid that he would be proud.

Conrad pondered for a moment and asked, "How does Hell's courier business charge?" ”

The devil was prepared.

He pulled out a courier slip from his bosom.

It is said that it is a courier order, but it is actually the product of the adjustment of the 'fair contract'.

The devil clerk, no, maybe call him a hell courier now, graciously introduces the new customer: "You need to fill in the delivery item, and then the recipient's address." ”

"After that, here you will be able to see what you need to pay."

The devil's black pointed nails pointed to the last empty bar of the delivery order.

Conrad looked at Arthur quietly.

"Can you send it to hell, your courier?" Arthur looked at the devil in front of him and asked.

Excellent staff answer every potential customer ...... with dedication No, this soul has the mark of their boss.

Well, this is a future colleague!

"We don't support cross-border business for the time being, but coincidentally, isn't hell our territory?"

"Hehe, do you have friends and relatives in hell?"

"You can try to fill out the manifest, but I don't think you have any 'currency' to pay."

Arthur narrowed slightly.

So, the reward received by Hell Express is the soul?

Arthur looked at Ellie Lee.

Li Elli said to Conrad, "There will be no danger, Conrad, you can try to send a note to Arthur to see how much hell charges." ”

This is the standard of fees, but she has written more than 500 restrictions, framing the price in a very reasonable, fair, and completely profitable direction for hell.

You know, she drank 3 bottles of powerful 'wisdom elixir' in one go, and then she worked hard to write a 100-meter-long clause.

When this part was finished, the devil Claude was so angry that he almost tore the handkerchief with him.

So, Conrad wrote down a note casually and filled out the courier form carefully.

[Attn: His Highness Arthur Holy Dragon]

[Express goods information: a note. 】

……

After carefully filling out the courier form, the final settlement amount came out.

In the empty slot, a line of text with the Flame Burn effect appears: 1 Soul Coin.

Conrad looked at the word 'soul coin' and frowned slightly.

This monetary unit looks like the meaning of the soul no matter how you look at it, right?

However, at Conrad's level, he can feel the breath of the law on the 'express order' in his hand.

A fair contract, a contract that even the devil has to follow honestly.

That is, the labor of the devil must be equal in value to the cost of passing a note in the same room.

Conrad signs the payment confirmation field.

The contract is formed.

With the light emitted by the contract taking effect, Conrad narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling it carefully.

It feels very subtle.

If the perception is a little worse, you won't even be able to catch the slightest difference.

The light fades.

Arthur had an extra note in his hand.

The devil business seems to be a lot.

The devil who hurried to the scene disappeared with a "bang", leaving only a puff of black smoke, a pungent smell of sulfur, and a thank-you word that seemed to slip through his mouth:

"Thank you for choosing Hell Express Service, customers are serving God, our purpose in Hell, I hope you are satisfied with the service we offer you."

Two seconds.

Ellie Lee: "......"

Conrad thought for a moment, then reported to Arthur: "That's right, for example, if the soul materializes into my form at this time, then the courier fee just now is like I trimmed my nails. ”

Conrad held out his thumb and forefinger and gestured with a gesture.

He said with a complicated expression: "In this way, I feel that the soul will be able to repair itself in a month." ”

Arthur and Conrad both looked at Ellie in unison.

Because, they all feel that this matter is hellish and unprofitable.

Then, according to the virtues of those devils, if there is nothing to be earned, they will be so excited?

No!

Then someone can only make up the 'difference' between them.

Li Aili calmly drank tea.

Hehe, people from another world, you don't know anything about couriers.

She was like a fox who was quietly calculating.

Even Arthur thinks so, so the people who experiment with the devil's new business today should think so.

Then, hey, hey, hey~

It's time for her to make money, phew, hell 'make money'!

When hell rises rapidly, according to the contract she signed with the devil, then the devil should return Arthur's soul.

After thinking about this, Li Aili took a sip of hot black tea.

Of course, not everything in the world is as 'beautiful' as she expected, and there are only two places that are not so 'beautiful'.

For example, the floating island where the Arcane Research Institute is located.

Almost in less than 10 minutes, the world-famous Grand Arcanist had a meeting.

In the conference room, some of them used arcane teleporters to throw themselves over.

Yes, they directly tore a spatial teleportation shaft. That's right, it's the mage's spatial teleportation axis, but the Grand Arcanists are like enemies one by one.

No one said anything to this colleague.

Because, in their eyes, a greater enemy has appeared.

In the conference room, no one spoke, and the Grand Arcanists present could feel the tension of the atmosphere.

A war without gunpowder is about to begin.

Just at the last moment, the gates of hell opened, and a devil came out of it.

The devil smiled and pulled out a Grand Arcanist from the door.

Everyone in the room: "......"

"Please ask the Speaker of the Arcanist Council to sign for your delivery."

The Grand Arcanist who had been brought out was still swearing, "Shit! Fuck they're even able to deliver live people! ”

All Grand Arcanists: "......"

The Grand Arcanist took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and scolded strangely, "Shit! Not a second has come! ”

The Grand Arcanists who silently swallowed a mouthful of blood: "......"

The Grand Arcanist felt his soul again, "Ah! Shit !! It was as if my soul had been bitten by a dozen mosquitoes! ”

"Ahh There's nothing to fucking lose! ”

Grand Arcanists: "......"

"Ahh Hell yes! The devil is modified this year! Are you ready to go to the job with the angels? ”

The Grand Arcanist Panelist, the chief of the meeting's long table, took out a hellish delivery slip with a blank face.

I saw a gorgeous quill pen writing a few lines of scribbled handwriting.

He gritted his teeth and said to the devil, "Excuse me, send me this obnoxious fool back to where it was!" ”

……

A similar scene takes place in the Wizards' Guild.

The saints sat together in a circle.

Saint Eugenia, who is in charge of the finances of the Magic Society, is about to take oxygen.

"Who will we sell our magic teleportation scroll to?"

Dharma Saints: "......"