After being addicted to alchemy, the lady was kneeled and licked by the Duke

The devil's dark eyes immediately locked on Conard.

"Master Demon, what can I do for you?"

For this service attitude, Li Aili silently gave him four and a half stars. The reason why he was less than half a star was because he was afraid of being proud.

Conrad pondered for a moment and asked, "How do you charge for the express delivery service in hell?"

The devil was prepared.

He took out a courier note from his pocket.

It's said to be a courier order, but it's actually the product of a 'fair contract' adjustment.

The devil salesman, no, maybe we should call him the hell courier now, introduced the new customer diligently: "You need to fill in the items to be sent, and then the recipient's address."

"Afterwards, the reward you need to pay will be revealed here."

The devil's pointed black fingernails pointed at the empty column at the end of the express order.

Conrad looked at Arthur calmly.

"Can it be sent to hell, your express delivery?" Arthur asked, looking at the devil in front of him.

Excellent employees answer every potential customer diligently... No, this soul has the mark of their boss on it.

Well, here’s a future colleague!
"We do not support cross-border business for the time being, but as luck would have it, isn't hell our territory?"

"Hey, do you have any relatives or friends in hell?"

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

Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly.

So, the reward Hell Express charges is souls?
Arthur looked at Li Aili.

Li Ellie said to Conrad: "It won't be dangerous, Conrad, you can try sending a note to Arthur to see the fees in hell."

For this charging standard, she wrote more than 500 restrictions, setting the price in a very reasonable, fair, and completely profitable position.

You know, she drank three bottles of powerful 'wisdom potion' in one go before painstakingly writing out the terms that were hundreds of meters long.

When this part was completed, the devil Claude was so angry that he almost bit the handkerchief.

So Conrad wrote a note and carefully filled out the express form.

[Recipient: His Highness Arthur Holy Dragon]

[Express delivery product information: a note. 】

……

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

A line of text with flame burning effects appeared in the empty column: 1 Soul Coin.

Conrad frowned slightly as he looked at the word 'soul coin'.

This monetary unit looks like the soul, right?

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

A fair contract is a contract that even the devil must abide by.

In other words, the devil's labor must be equal in value to the cost of passing the note in the same room.

Conard signed the blank confirming payment.

The contract is established.

As the light emitted from the contract came into effect, Conrad narrowed his eyes slightly and felt it carefully.

It felt very subtle.

If the perception is slightly worse, you may not even be able to catch the slightest difference.

The light faded.

Arthur had an extra note in his hand.

There seems to be a lot of devil's business.

The devil who was in a hurry disappeared with a "bang", leaving only a burst of black smoke, the pungent smell of sulfur, and a jingle-like word of thanks:
"Thank you for choosing Hell Express to serve customers. Serving God is our purpose in Hell. We hope you are satisfied with the service we provide you."

two seconds.

Ellie Li: "..."

Conrad thought for a moment, and then reported to Arthur: "That's it, for example, if the soul takes the form of me at this time, then the express fee just now is like trimming my nails." Connor De stretched out his thumb and index finger and made a small gesture.

He looked complicated and said: "In this case, I feel that the soul will be able to repair itself in a month."

Arthur and Conrad both looked at Li Aili.

Because they all feel that there is no profit in this matter.

Then, according to the virtues of those devils, they would mobilize forces like this when there is nothing to gain?
Do not!
Then someone can only make up the 'price difference' between them.

Li Aili drank tea calmly.

Haha, people from another world, you know nothing about express delivery.

She is like a fox making small calculations in secret.

Even Arthur thinks so, so those who are experimenting with the devil's new business today should have the same view.

Then, hehehe~
It's time for her to make money, bah, hell 'make money'!

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

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

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

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

In less than 10 minutes, the world-famous great arcanists held a meeting.

In the conference room, some people used arcane teleporters to project themselves over.

Some, directly tore off a space transmission shaft.Yes, it is the magician's space transmission axis, but the great arcanists are all facing a formidable enemy.

No one said anything to this colleague.

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

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

A war without gunpowder is about to begin.

At the critical moment, the door to hell opened and a devil walked out.

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

Everyone in the meeting room: "..."

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

The great arcanist who was taken out was still cursing, "Shit! Damn, they can even deliver living people!"

All Grand Arcanists: "..."

The great arcanist took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then screamed and cursed: "Shit! It didn't even last a second!"

The great arcanists silently swallowed a mouthful of blood: "..."

The great arcanist felt his soul carefully again, "Ah! Shit!!! My soul is like being bitten by a dozen mosquitoes!"

"Ah! There's no fucking loss at all!"

Great Arcanists: "..."

"Ah! Damn it! The devil has changed his gender this year! Are you ready to compete with the angels for jobs??"

The Grand Arcanist Councilor, who was at the head of the long conference table, took out a Hell Express bill with no expression on his face.

I saw a few lines of scrawled writing written by the gorgeous quill pen "shuashuashua".

He gritted his teeth and said to the devil: "Please, please send this annoying idiot back to where it came from!"

……

A similar scene also happened in the Magicians Association.

The Dharma Saints sat together in an enclosure.

Saint Eugenia, who is in charge of the financial aspects of the Magic Association, is about to take oxygen.

"Who will we sell our magic teleportation scroll to in the future?"

All Dharma Saints: "..."