That was also a Witch Elder.
The Witch Elder checked the goods and, seeing they were intact, signed for them with satisfaction.
Just as you were happily thinking this order was finally over and you could get the hefty commission from the witch order, suddenly, this recipient pulled out a Magic Wand, and a Fireball Technique directly burned you to ashes.
Well, this was actually a smuggling order. Otherwise, why would the Witch Elder choose you, a cheap exotic logistics courier?
Now that the goods are delivered, your mission is complete, and to eliminate evidence, you were silenced.
In short, all sorts of shipments.
Of course, if you were a Witch Courier, the situation would be much better. At least you'd rarely encounter unclear deaths like being bitten to death by a dog. Even if you were a Weak Witch and couldn't defeat the sender's Hellhound, being a witch means that pets of proper law-abiding witches would never dare to show their teeth to a witch.
