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"You are the personal priestess of Her Majesty the Holy Maiden. If you have any courier to pick up, just let the servants come and send the message, and let us deliver it. You don't have to come to pick it up in person, and you even rode a holy beast, which makes the small shop cluttered." Brilliance!"

Longjing: "..."

For some reason, he felt that the NPC's lines suddenly became very exaggerated.

It seems that the kind that can't wait to rush up and wag its tail.

He gave Heilong a look, motioning him to move the box he should take away.

Longjing didn't care about the saintess, and walked out of the gate of the Magic Express branch.

However, this NPC with a round face who still used it repeatedly didn't seem to intend to let Longjing go, so she coughed in Longjing's direction.

The unicorn moved in response to the sound and blocked Longjing.

"His Royal Highness hopes that the president will come to see her."

Long Jing looked up at the girl NPC with a round face, and Hei Long followed behind him with a huge heavy box, neither moving nor making a sound.

"not see."

When Heilong heard Longjing's answer, his hands shook and he almost dropped the box on the ground.

The lid of the box didn't seem to be closed properly, and after that flick, a very small gap was exposed.Longjing looked back at Heilong's reminder. After all, he didn't understand the various settings of this world. While keeping the "guild leader" fearless, he still had to pay attention to other situations.

If he really follows the plot of the "chairman" completely, his ashes will be thrown away now.

As soon as Long Jing turned around, he saw Hei Long winking at him frantically, that look seemed to say: Please, don't do this, promise her!Promise her!

However, Longjing hesitated for a second, and gave an answer: "I'm very sorry, Your Excellency, I still need to bring the courier back to the headquarters first, can I come to see Her Majesty the Holy Maiden when I'm free?"

The round-faced girl looked down at Longjing fixedly, and after a few minutes, she smiled slightly and said, "You will regret it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she patted the unicorn's crystal clear horn, ordered the holy beast to turn around, and left the gate of the branch.

Didn't even pick up the courier.

Seeing that the priestess was walking away, the black dragon approached Longjing and lowered his voice, "What are you doing?! We can't afford to mess with Your Highness the Holy Maiden! The Holy See she represents is the strongest force on the magic battlefield!"

Longjing did not explain.

He just took a meaningful look at the store door of the magic express branch, and the black dwarf who went into the warehouse to pick up the express package for the priestess came out, but his hands were empty.

Heilong was still holding the box and jumping beside Longjing, but Longjing knew what he wanted to know, so he immediately looked away and chose to leave.

Right and wrong place, should not stay for a long time.

The street was very lively, even though the priestess appeared here riding a unicorn, not many people chose to watch.

When Longjing passed by a tavern, he heard a bearded dwarf chatting with a scruffy human alcoholic at the door.

They seem to be saying, "The magic land peace treaty is about to be signed"?

What it is?

The black dragon has already realized how little Longjing knows about what happened on the mainland, and this time it answered before Longjing asked: "They are right, indeed, peace is coming soon."

Longjing: "Where did this news come from?"

Heilong scanned the surrounding environment first, and seeing that no one was paying attention here, he explained to Longjing: "We actually facilitated this matter."

"Isn't the vice president not here this morning and last night? He just took care of this matter."

It paused, and then said: "You've done a good job, although I don't know why you can control those undead, but I don't think you look like a bad person—how can there be a bad person like you who knows nothing about everything?" ah?"

Longjing: "That is to say, we have restored peace and tranquility to the entire Magic Continent?"

Black Dragon nodded vigorously.

Although there is relatively little information at hand, Longjing still knows well: the will of the "Secret Cabinet" world cannot give up a large dungeon so easily. If it really makes the world of the dungeon peaceful and peaceful, it is better to destroy it directly. copy to save resources.

Conservation of mass and energy.

In the open space outside the city, the black dragon turned into its original form again, carrying Longjing and the big box, and flew towards the headquarters castle.

But when passing by that "black tower", Longjing took a special look.

The "Black Tower" has actually disappeared? !

Longjing's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't care less about the strong wind blowing in front of him, and immediately asked Heilong loudly: "That thing disappeared!"

The black dragon apparently also noticed this, it stopped advancing, hovered over the original location of the "Black Tower", searched the vicinity carefully for a long time, but still found nothing.

It descended again and finally found something unusual.

The "Black Tower Giant Tree" is in the middle of a dense tall grass. The original "Black Tower" was surrounded by a circle of vigorous swamp tall grass, but now the tall grass here has not only blackened and withered, but also appeared. The traces of countless things being trampled on.

Longjing already had a bad guess in his mind.

He let the black dragon land in the middle of the swamp, the black dragon considered for a few seconds and finally agreed.

As soon as it landed, the black dragon sank into the swamp uncontrollably. It tried to mobilize the magic elements to prevent itself from falling, but the magic elements in this swamp seemed to be extremely thin, making it difficult to mobilize enough power to Help yourself stabilize.

Longjing grabbed the black dragon's wingtips and jumped down, stepping into the mud. The black swamp sludge gave off a strong stench.

It was very quiet all around.

The end of his nose was almost covered by the stench, and Longjing analyzed the smell through his memories expressionlessly. After three seconds, a word "corpse smell" came out of his mind completely uncontrollably.

Longjing turned his head decisively, patted Heilong's body, and said calmly: "Let's go back, the peace contract must be finalized today."

The black dragon wanted to talk, but the stench was so bad that it couldn't think about unnecessary questions at all.

After Longjing cleared his mind, he was going to jump on the dragon's back with the dragon's wings, but the moment he tried to leave the swamp, a half-rotten hand bone suddenly protruded from the mud and grabbed his ankle.

"Black Dragon!"

Before the black dragon could react, Longjing fell back into the swamp, but he held on to the black dragon's wings tenaciously until his knuckles turned white, but he still refused to let go.

He managed to stabilize himself.

The black dragon gritted its teeth and increased the strength on its wings, trying to pull out the hands of the undead in the Longjing Cong Swamp.

But before he could use his strength, the undead lurking in the swamp jumped out first, holding a dagger in the other hand, and pierced Longjing's heart recklessly.

The huge black dragon couldn't help Longjing at all, but at this critical moment, Longjing freed up his own hand, and without any hesitation, he held the part where the handle of the dagger joined the blade with his bare hand.

Bright red blood fell drop by drop from Longjing's cut palm.

His heart stopped beating, and the flow of blood almost stopped at that moment.

Longjing was not breathing, had no heartbeat, and even his body temperature began to drop.

The blood dripped on the ground and bubbled with a "squeak" sound, producing hot white smoke that was colorless and odorless.

However, the black dragon, which is sensitive to magic elements, felt the change of the surrounding environment immediately.

The concentration of magic elements seems to have increased?

The black dragon tried to increase the strength of flapping its wings, and he wanted to leave the swamp before Longjing was killed.

Although the dragons are very powerful, they really don't have much advantage over undead creatures in such an environment with a low concentration of magic elements.

But after it broke free from the shackles of the swamp, it flew into the sky for the first time, but found that its back was much lighter.

It turned around, and saw a box of courier packages being roughly thrown on the ground, and countless bones poured out of it, and Longjing was lying next to the pile of bones, less than a step away.

Heilong is about to scold someone.

What crawled out of the swamp was the undead skeleton of a centaur. The color was very dim, and it was probably in the middle of transforming into an undead.

Just at this moment, Longjing's ear rang a reminder.

[Current mission progress: 2.2/3. 】

Longjing woke up immediately, his heartbeat resumed, and blood flowed from the wound on his hand again.

The centaur's hand was accidentally stained with Longjing's blood, and immediately withdrew its hand as if it was scalded, and took half a step back in fear.

In mid-air, the black dragon recalled his life of sleeping on the pile of treasures for most of his life, then bit the bullet and began to dive into the swamp, trying to bring Longjing out.

The first time, failed. "Y" "X" D" "J".

Longjing slowly got up from the mud, looked at the undead centaur, and asked, "Are you the courier manager of the Sulawesi magic courier branch?"

The undead centaur stopped approaching Longjing again.

Taking advantage of the situation, Longjing emphasized: "I know that you want to send the No. 0000 courier package to the headquarters of the Magic Express Association, and hand it over to the president in person."

He tried his best to make his tone sound plausible.

"I am the president you are looking for."

The centaur's necromancy was not thorough enough, he stood stiffly in place, his rotten eyes were black, and the bone fire hadn't even ignited.

It took him several minutes to understand the meaning of Longjing's words.

Long Jing saw that he was moving again, so he added another sentence: "Aren't you going to deliver the express package No. 0000 to me? Where is the package?"

Half of the centaur's brain was rotten, but when he heard the words, he turned around awkwardly and stretched out his palm towards the swamp mud under him.

Package 0000 is hidden in that lump of mud.

Seeing that things had turned around, Heilong hovered over Longjing, preparing to rush down to catch people and take them away if anything went wrong.

Longjing took the express package No. 0000 from the centaur administrator's hand, and took it with both hands, his palms were covered with mud.

The centaur's eyes gradually burned with cold bone fire.

But after he delivered the package, he exhausted all his strength and controlled himself to make a sound with his rotten throat: "President...this...destroy...ling...he——"

At the moment when the bone fire ignited, Longjing felt that the centaur administrator in front of him had completely lost his vitality. He immediately hugged the package, and stretched out his hand to the black dragon in mid-air while stepping back.

Heilong understood Longjing's meaning, and hurriedly lowered his altitude so that he could meet the opponent smoothly.

Long Jing grabbed the black dragon's claws, stepped on the undead skeletons that were gradually forming beside him, jumped up vigorously, and successfully escaped from the swamp.

The night was dark and it was already midnight.

Longjing was taken away by the black dragon, his violent heartbeat gradually subsided, and he felt his eyelids sink.

Damn, why at this time? !

He bit the tip of his tongue, and the intense pain made him barely awake. He said to the black dragon, "Ask a question, do you know the rules for our courier numbers?"

The black dragon didn't know why Longjing asked this question, but after thinking about it, it still answered: "Single-digit express delivery is a treasure such as 'Eternal Life Gem', and double-digit express delivery is for various important documents. A courier with a number of digits is the personal property of a great nobleman or a great magician, and a four-digit number..."

Longjing asked: "What are four digits?"

Heilong was silent for a second: "I can't remember clearly. The four-digit number seems to be the courier that ordinary people can send. I'm just in charge of the warehouse. How can I remember so much? Most of the packages in the warehouse I manage It's all three digits."

Longjing took a deep breath of cold air to keep himself awake: "One more question, what are the rules for the number and size of express delivery?"

Black Dragon: "Are you talking about the size of 0 and 1? If so, the smaller the number, the more dangerous it is to be wrapped in that type."

Longjing: "How dangerous is it?"

The black dragon flapped its wings vigorously to raise the height again.

"Probably it is required to handle it with care, it is fragile, and it must be kept away from moisture. It must be operated in strict accordance with the express delivery manual for dangerous goods. If it breaks, it will be dangerous to blow up half of the imperial capital."

Longjing: "..."

He silently lowered his head and took a look at the No. 0000 express package in his arms. The package was covered with sludge. The sludge was very fresh and moist, and exuded a "natural" smell.

[Current mission progress: 2.5/3. 】

To tell the truth, he felt a TNT in his arms.