The devil's dark eyes immediately locked onto Conrad.
"My lord, how may I serve you?"
Li Aili silently gave this service attitude four and a half stars, half a star less so that he wouldn't get arrogant.
Conrad hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How much does the delivery service from Hell cost?"
The devil was prepared.
He pulled a delivery slip out of his pocket.
It's called a delivery slip, but it's actually a product of adjustments to the 'fair contract'.
The devilish deliveryman—no, perhaps now more accurately described as a hellish courier—eagerly introduced himself to the new customer: "You need to fill out the form for the item you're sending, and then the recipient's address."
"After that, the amount of payment you need to make will be displayed here."
The devil's black, sharp fingernails pointed to the last empty space on the delivery slip.
Conrad glanced at Arthur without changing his expression.
"Can your packages be sent to hell?" Arthur asked, looking at the devil in front of him.
Excellent employees diligently answer every potential customer's questions... no, their souls bear the mark of their boss.
Okay, this is a future colleague!
"We don't support cross-industry business for the time being, but coincidentally, isn't hell our territory?"
"Hehe, do you have any friends or family in hell?"
"You can try filling out the invoice, but it seems you don't have any 'currency' to pay with."
Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly.
So, the reward for Hell Delivery is souls?
Arthur looked at Ellie.
Li Aili said to Conrad, "There won't be any danger, Conrad. You can try sending Arthur a note to see what the fees are in Hell."
She wrote over 500 restrictions on this pricing standard, setting the price within a very reasonable, fair, and profitable range for hell.
You should know that she drank three bottles of potent 'wisdom potion' in one go to painstakingly write out the clauses that were a hundred meters long.
When this part was finished, the devil Claude was so angry that he almost tore the handkerchief apart.
So Conrad casually wrote down a note and then carefully filled out the shipping label.
[Recipient: His Highness Arthur the Holy Dragon]
[Package Information: A slip of paper.]
...
After carefully filling out the express delivery form, the final settlement amount was displayed.
A line of text with a burning flame effect appeared in the empty space: 1 Soul Coin.
Conrad frowned slightly as he looked at the words 'Soul Coins'.
This currency unit looks exactly like it represents the soul, doesn't it?
However, at Conrad's level, he could sense the aura of the laws on the 'delivery slip' in his hand.
A fair contract is one that even the devil must dutifully abide by.
In other words, the effort the devil puts in must be equal in value to the cost of passing notes in the same room.
Conrad signed the blank confirmation payment field.
The contract is established.
As the contract took effect and emitted a glow, Conrad squinted slightly, carefully sensing its power.
The sensation was very subtle.
If one's perception is even slightly impaired, they might not even be able to detect that subtle difference.
The light faded.
Arthur had a note in his hand.
There seem to be a lot of devilish business opportunities.
The devil, in a hurry to get to the event, vanished with a "bang," leaving behind only a plume of black smoke, a pungent smell of sulfur, and a thank-you speech that sounded like a catchy rhyme:
"Thank you for choosing Hell Express. Customer service is our motto. We hope you are satisfied with the service we have provided."
Two seconds.
Li Aili: "..."
After a moment's thought, Conrad reported to Arthur, "It's like this: to give you an analogy, if my soul were to materialize into my current form, then the delivery fee would be like me trimming my nails."
Conrad extended his thumb and forefinger, making a tiny gesture.
He said with a complicated expression, "In that case, I feel that my soul can repair itself in a month."
Arthur and Conrad both looked at Ellie.
Because they all felt that there was no profit to be made in this matter.
Given the nature of those devils, why would they make such a fuss if there's nothing to gain?
No!
Then someone has to make up for the 'price difference'.
Li Aili calmly drank her tea.
Heh, you people from another world, you know nothing about express delivery.
She's like a fox secretly plotting its schemes.
Even Arthur thinks so, so the people experimenting with the devil's new business today must all share this view.
Then, hehehe~
It's time for her to make money—no, damn it, to make money in hell!
When Hell rises rapidly, according to the pact she made with the devil, the devil should return Arthur's soul.
After thinking all this through, Li Aili took a satisfying sip of hot black tea.
Of course, not everything in the world is as 'wonderful' as she expected; there are just two places that are not so 'wonderful'.
For example, the floating island where the Arcane Research Institute is located.
In less than 10 minutes, the world-renowned archmages held a meeting.
In the conference room, some people used arcane teleporters to send themselves over.
Yes, they simply tore off a spatial teleportation scroll. Yes, it was the same spatial teleportation scroll used by mages, but the archmages were all on high alert.
No one said anything to this colleague.
Because, in their eyes, an even greater enemy has emerged.
No one spoke in the conference room, and the tension was palpable even among the great arcanists present.
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