Chapter 723: Departure

Fine.

Dorothy quickly adjusted her mentality.

Hmm, this is also quite good. If it's on the way, it saves the express delivery fee.

She thought so in her heart.

The express delivery fee in the Witch World is actually quite expensive.

This is not because the Witch World's express delivery system is not developed enough. In fact, it is just the opposite. Since the birth of the Mana Web, the accompanying online shopping business has also begun, and with the development of online shopping business, the express or logistics industry has naturally risen.

To this day, various express logistics societies are varied, some opened by different races, some opened by witches, and even some opened by other three natural disasters like angels, demons, and giant dragons.

After all, you have to eat, make money to make a living, this is not cold.

It's just that, even if the express logistics system is so developed and there are so many societies to choose from, the price of express logistics fees has always remained high and has never been able to come down.

The reason is only one, and that is that the cost is too high.

No way, delivering express in the Witch World is like the dart bureau escorting darts and mercenaries delivering goods that Dorothy saw in her previous life. This is a job of gambling with one's life, licking blood with a knife, and exchanging one's life for money.

Well, it's better to say that this is normal. On the contrary, those express logistics running around the streets that Dorothy remembered in her previous life are actually rare minority cases.

That is a prosperous scene that can only be seen in a peaceful and prosperous age.

But peace is a luxury item in any era and any world.

Most countries are not peaceful, most races are not peaceful, and most worlds are even less peaceful, even if it is the Witch World or other old-brand three natural disasters.

Witches are a war race, so you naturally can't expect the Witch World to be peaceful. In fact, the Witch World's history of more than ten thousand years might never have been peaceful for even a day.

Suppose you are an ordinary different-race courier, such as an orc courier. You just received a new order and came to the customer's home to pick up the goods. That is a Grand Witch customer. You rang the doorbell, and then the door opened. The next moment, a monster dog stretched out its head.

That is the guard dog raised by the witch customer, a Hell Three-Headed Dog.

For a witch, it's a pet, but this terrifying monster with three heads that can cast three kinds of magic attacks at the same time and has a body as huge as a small mountain, with a fingernail bigger than you, is a fatal threat to you.

So, you died and became dog food.

Hmm, it's just so casual, it sounds even a bit ridiculous, but this is the true daily life of those ordinary different races struggling at the bottom of the Witch World.

Every year, an unknown number of exotic species die in such accidents; it could be that they ran into a witch's pet, or they ran into a witch's brat, or they were just simply unlucky enough to encounter a runaway witch speeding on a broomstick after drinking on the delivery route and were directly hit to death.

This kind of situation is too common, common to the point that the *Witch Daily* is too lazy to report it.

Oh, the life and death of different races are not qualified to board the *Witch Daily*, unless it is some rare different race, such as the Elf Queen, Orc Chieftain, etc. This might have a small column in the corner.

Then never mind.

Moreover, even if you successfully pick up the goods, it is actually not safe on the way to deliver the goods.

The relatively peaceful places in the Witch World are only the major witch territories, and this depends on the personality of the local witch lord. If it is the order side, it is okay, she might try to maintain the basic order of the territory, and if it is a fun-loving person on the chaos side, then the different races living in this witch territory play real-life battle royale every day.

Maybe you looked at a beautiful witch more on the road, and you were directly rewarded with a magic bullet and died.

Even if you carefully avoided the witch masters and just wanted to bury your head in delivering goods, then you must also be careful of other different races who are panning for gold in the Witch World like you.

These people who have always lived at the bottom also have a bad life. Many people, if they can't get leftovers from the witch masters to fill their stomachs, what will these hungry people do?

They certainly don't have the guts to actively beg for food from the witch masters, but they still have the guts to snatch food from the mouths of those different races who were lucky enough to get food today.

You received a big witch's order today, so your other courier colleagues who didn't receive the order might not be very happy.

They might not necessarily have the guts to covet the witch's goods, but the witch masters normally wouldn't care who finally delivered the express. Anyway, it's fine if it arrives on time.

And if this order is not a same-city express, but needs to be delivered to other witch territories...

Hmm, teleportation between witch territories is impossible. That teleportation array is the price of a city bus for witch masters, but for different races, it is the price of a private luxury yacht. You, a small courier, can't afford that thing, you can only use the most primitive way, run over.

But when you leave the range of the witch territory and walk to the ownerless wilderness area outside, what awaits you is countless various different-race robbers, and if you are unlucky, you might even encounter witch robbers.

These exiles have no scruples, they really have the guts to kill and rob.

You are lucky, although you were frightened all the way, you finally arrived at the destination without danger and delivered the goods to the recipient.

That is also a witch master.

The witch master checked, saw that the goods were in good condition, and signed for them very satisfied.

Just when you were happily thinking that this order was finally over and you could get the high commission of the witch order, suddenly, this recipient took out a magic wand, and a Fireball Technique directly burned you to ashes.

Hmm, this is actually a smuggling order. Otherwise, why would the witch master find you, this cheap different-race logistics, to deliver it?

Now the goods have arrived, your mission is completed, and in order to eliminate the evidence, you were silenced.

In short, all sorts of "trash."

Of course, if you are a witch courier, then the situation will be much better. At least things like being bitten to death by a dog, which is unclear, will almost never be encountered. Even if you are a weak witch and can't beat the Hell Three-Headed Dog raised by the sender, because you are at least a witch, pets raised by decent good-citizen witches are impossible to dare to bare their teeth at a witch.

Even if you directly give this evil dog a big slap, the dog has to take the initiative to stretch out the other two heads for you to continue hitting.

Of course, hitting a dog also depends on the owner. Before you do it, you still have to weigh whether you are reasonable, otherwise, the owner will come out and initiate a duel application to you, and you will be finished.

Moreover, you have to keep your eyes open when taking orders, don't also receive that kind of smuggling order, and then accidentally get involved in the dispute accident between the two major witch territories.

Also, pay attention when joining the express society. If you accidentally enter a black-hearted society, work 007 every day, and can't earn a few dollars, it's not worth it.

Of course, if you are still not at ease about your safety, you can buy a Golden Township freight insurance when taking orders. In this way, it will be very stable. Even if you really die, you can die with your eyes closed, because the good sisters of Golden Township insurance will definitely help you take revenge.

No one can let Golden Township lose money.

If you dare to let Golden Township lose money, you have to pay with your life.

If someone really died after buying insurance, after Golden Township pays the money, the good sisters of the Dragon Witch in the security department who are just itching for a fight will also immediately set out and directly clean up the express route nearby.

Therefore, Golden Township's freight insurance can sometimes be used as a death-free token. Those exile thief groups have to let go directly when they see it.

It's just that the insurance premium is a little bit expensive.

Anyway, whether it is different-race express or small witch express, they all live quite hard. This job risk is too high. If there is no high profit, who would do it?

In this way, the express fee naturally goes up.

And those who live relatively comfortably are those large express logistics societies. These societies are either formed by armed witches, or formed by old-brand natural disasters or powerful different-race groups.

They are hard enough in strength, so they can naturally fear no transport risks and deliver goods all over the world.

But if these masters lower their fees, who would deliver goods? It's better to go to the front line to fight and earn more, okay? They run express for the sake of money, less work, and being close to home.

Of course, the most comfortable is naturally the space teleportation courier. As long as the sender gives a coordinate and the recipient also gives a coordinate, then a space teleportation magic goes down, and you can directly complete a single order easily without leaving home, and the high express fee is in hand, very comfortable.

It's just that the entry threshold for this line is a bit high. Space talent is the lowest threshold, but how many noble space talents will condescend to be an ordinary courier?

The masters of the people always only take big orders, and they don't look at small orders.

Therefore, in the Witch World, it is better to shop online less if you can. Offline witch specialty stores are also quite fragrant. Online shopping is only used when buying some rare materials.

Of course, rich women and Eldest Misses, please feel free, you are happy.

Dorothy, this poor ghost, couldn't afford online shopping before. She generally let her sister run errands when she lacked something, or let her father bring her some on the way home from work.

This time, it was rare for her to send a package, and she felt quite a pinch in her heart, but now it seems that Heaven has willed for her to save this money.

Hmm, don't mail it. Anyway, it's on the way. She decided to earn this express fee herself and send it over when the time comes.

It's just that her mana is not enough. Otherwise, relying on the gap skill she has mastered now, being a high-level courier, earning a few small goals a month is also easy, okay.

The Homebody Witch doesn't have the "dignity" of the space talent master. Anyway, she is already a gray-collar worker. As long as she can make money, she naturally doesn't mind taking a part-time job as a courier.

Speaking of which, it seems that there is an "Subspace Society" in the current top logistics societies. The four disasters of the Judgment Court seem to do everything. Dorothy pondered whether she should go to Aunt Zi to ask if she could join the group.

Everyone makes money together. It seems reasonable that there are five people in the four small vendors of the Subspace.

Although her current mana can't afford ultra-long-distance teleportation, she can still take some same-city express orders.

Even if this kind of short-distance express earns less, isn't there no one competing with her? Anyway, other space masters might not look at this kind of small order, but she doesn't dislike it.

For Dorothy, it is enough to earn a meal fee.

"Fine, the reporting is over, then I'm fine, I can set off at any time. Do you have anything else to prepare?"

The Homebody Witch closed the spell book and looked at the sisters beside her.

Others shook their heads.

"Hmm, then I'll call the car over."

Madeline saw this and nodded.

After all, it is the first time her sister invited friends to play at home. This is a big event, and she, as the landlord, naturally has to entertain well.

The succubus witch took out her spell book and prepared to contact the driver at home to get two luxury cars to pick people up.

However, before she had time to shake people, Dorothy stopped her.

"No need, Senior Sister Madeline, we will drive ourselves."

The Homebody Witch took the glass bottle containing the small warship model from the hook on the side and opened the bottle cap.

Accompanied by the melodious dragon roar, the white steel giant dragon slowly flew out from it, roared, and turned into a small warship that was as exquisite as an artwork.

Originally, Dorothy was quite struggling about how to go to Venus City. If she took a car, it wouldn't be very free, but if she drove, she was unfamiliar with the place, and she didn't know if there were any restrictions or parking difficulties.

But after listening to Madeline's history of Venus City just now, she suddenly didn't panic, and even had a feeling that she was not going to travel, but going home directly.

Although the City of Sin she once stayed in and the current Venus City are separated by more than ten thousand years, strictly speaking, these two can no longer be considered the same place, but Dorothy still has a kind of inexplicable sense of security.

No way, the homebody is like this. She is inexplicably nervous about the first place she goes to, but she will be inexplicably relaxed a lot when she goes again.

Hmm, then let's go on a self-driving tour directly. This way, you can go wherever you want.

Originally, Dorothy was not particularly interested in the tourism of Venus City. After all, she is not the kind of person who particularly likes to go out to play. If she has that effort, she would rather stay at home and read books and study.

But the City of Sin, she suddenly has some interest in this revisit to the old place. She has many places she wants to see.

It's just...

Madeline: "..."

The succubus witch looked at this white dragon warship and her eyes went straight.

No, you call this thing a car?

Madeline looked at this real thing that was a warship no matter how she looked at it, and then turned her head to look at the Eldest Miss in front of her. For a while, she didn't know what to say.

Although before in the Witch's Night, she had heard that the Eldest Miss and her sister had hand-crafted a warship, and later the Eldest Miss did lead them to manufacture a batch of low-level warships.

But the Witch's Night was a dream after all, and now that this warship really appeared in front of her, she was still greatly shocked.

And as a witch who aims to become an armed witch, the succubus witch simply couldn't refuse the warship, this witch's ultimate weapon.

This thing's attraction to armed witches is like the attraction of Eastern Express to military fans. It is really blood-expanding and blood-boiling.

She put away her spell book and decided not to let the driver at home pick them up.

"Then I will trouble the Eldest Miss."

With a ship, who would take a car?

Of course, compared to the warship in front of her, the person who made the ship is more important.

Madeline's purple eyes clearly reflected Dorothy's figure. On her body, that strange fragrance became more intense.

The succubus witch is ecstatic...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 724 =====