Delivering discounted liquor was not difficult work. All they had to do was bring the freight package dragged by the broom to someone's doorstep.
Once it was delivered to the door, a maid played by a Witch or witch would naturally come out to collect the package and take it inside. The whole process was quick and simple, without much difficulty.
After delivering the goods to the second-to-last household, Jiang Han saw Tang Wen wave.
Tang Wen activated her mechanical broom's hovering function. After nearly fifty meters of deceleration, she slowly lifted into the air and entered slow mode.
Jiang Han reacted a beat too late and shot almost thirty or forty meters too far. She had no choice but to pull up the broom's nose, adjust the fire-canister jet direction, and reverse backward.
Once she had backed up until she was roughly level with Tang Wen, she saw the other woman pull open her goggles.
"...The last stop is Miss Eileen's house. Did she specifically designate a delivery location?"
The delivery point for discounted liquor could be chosen by the employer. It was precisely these extremely trivial services that made the service feel so humanized, so... precious.
Once society evolved to a certain stage, once some people's accumulated wealth far surpassed everyone else's, they—or their lackeys—would invent a series of trivial and cumbersome rituals to emphasize that "their class is different from everyone else's." Even Witches could not escape such conventions. They provided more humanized services for these big-spending members in hopes that they would pay even more.
Jiang Han's tail flicked, tossing out a Storage Cat Lamp.
"Phone."
She held out her hand. The Storage Cat Lamp blinked, let out a meow-roar, fished the phone from its pocket, and placed it in her palm.
Just as one had