Sidwell ultimately couldn't return the rchandise, and the transaction was quickly and smoothly completed. Thanks to Senior Mia, the owner of the trading company being here, the transaction even had a shortcut. The originally scheduled delivery for tomorrow was moved up, becoming an imdiate pickup.
The Moon Rabbits had ordered a total of three thousand Giant God-Warriors, including one thousand for sea transportation, one thousand for land transportation, and one thousand for air transportation, with each unit priced at around 10,000 Witch Gold Yuan.
At first glance, 10,000 per unit might not seem expensive, but this is due to the trendous purchasing power of Witch Gold Yuan. It's worth noting that a comfortable, unfrugal weekly expense for a witch's average family of three was only 1 Gold Yuan. Given this perspective, a price of 10,000 Gold Yuan per unit is quite outrageous. (To estimate in soft sister currency, it's probably around tens of millions each, which still sounds reasonable.)
The total amount of this transaction reached the staggering sum of 30,000,000 Gold Yuan. When Senior Mia finally handed the shopping receipt to Dorothy, the hobody witch's hand trembled at the sight of the string of zeros that followed.
Good heavens, isn't the auction price of an entire Witch Territory just a modest goal? And now a third of a Witch Territory's worth is gone?
Although inside, she knew that these Giant God-Warriors were actually sold at cost and the transaction was indeed a huge profit, Dorothy's heart still bled as she watched so many coins fly away.
Of course, she was distressed, but Miss Moon Rabbit by her side was even more distressed.
As Sidwell watched the workers from the trading company pack the Giant God-Warriors, she just felt utterly exhausted. Ever since learning that these massive humanoid machines were not the war weapons she imagined but instead engineering machinery, her eyes now found these once pleasing Giant God-Warriors an eyesore.
So to say, my entire race's savings went into purchasing a load of dusting tools?
For a mont, Miss Moon Rabbit's ntality nearly collapsed.
What caused even more distress for her was her king's career path. Initially, she just thought her master was lacking in talent and strength, but who could have imagined her career planning would be so odd?
Aren't witches also a warlike race? Doesn't everyone aspire to be an Ard Witch? My king, why would you so contentedly degrade yourself by pursuing a career as a Research Witch?
Research is one thing, but couldn't you engage in sothing with a bit more technical content? You study civil engineering; are you planning to have our entire race of a million Moon Rabbits follow you to dust away forever? Please, we Moon Rabbits are a warlike race too, respect us a little.
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The thought of her future possibly wearing a safety helt with bunny ears, gripping an engineering hamr, surrounded by the scorching sumr heat of a construction site, while gritting her teeth and grunting "Eighty!" as she strove with all her might to dust, covered from head to toe in dirt, with sweat trailing down her forehead leaving muddy rivulets on her face...
Wuwuwu, what's the point of such a life, I can't see even a glimr of a future...
The two long, straight ears of Miss Moon Rabbit, which were once proudly upright, were now drooping down. She had lost all her dreams.
She felt she might beco that queen who, due to misjudging people, would lead her entire race to ruin, to be forever pinned to the pillar of sha in Moon Rabbit history, mocked and cursed by posterity.
Well, it's over, it was my own choice after all, what else can I do? Betrayal is out of the question. It's just dusting, right? My warrior's physique, honed over such a long ti, is well-suited for dusting.
Should you say it's the undying heart of a lion? After a brief period of dejection, Sidwell let go of her idol's burden and calmly accepted reality.
Farewell, my battlefield of dreams, from now on, the Knight of the Moon is dead, what remains is but a Dust Rabbit.
"Alright, all the goods are packed, we can head to your race's territory, I just happen to be able to deliver the goods for you."
As the master and servant were both engulfed in self-contemplation, the staff mbers on the other side had finished boxing up all the Giant God-Warriors. Senior Mia waved her hand, and the gold ring on her right middle finger flashed slightly.
Thus, in the next mont, the gigantic warehouse that had been full of the Giant God-Warriors beca empty.
This did shift Dorothy's attention from the invoice, as she looked at Senior Mia's gold ring.
My goodness, a storage ring with super large space, that thing is crazily expensive.
Items with storage functions are not uncommon in the Witch World, even commonplace, as most Witch's Robes of slightly higher quality have pockets with a storage space of three to four cubic ters, not to ntion the various brand-na bags and such. The magic suitcase Adam gave to Dorothy is one of the finer examples.
Beyond personal uses, there are those designed for transportation, like the cargo beds of the various transport vehicles that the Giant God-Warriors had transford into, which also have expanded space, and due to the larger size of the cargo beds, the maximum capacity they can extend to is sothing personal items cannot compare with.
After all, the value of such storage devices often correlates positively with their portability and internal space, aning the smaller the device, the greater the internal space, the more valuable the storage item is because the craftsmanship is also higher.
Dorothy's suitcase is a small, dainty woman's leather handbag on the outside, with thirteen layers inside, each the size of a small plaza. This is already the peak of civilian storage devices. Beyond this, higher level storage devices are basically not available on the market and belong to the high-end custom designs for wealthy bosses and big shots.
The ring on Senior Mia's hand was only a small piece of jewelry, yet it could easily accommodate 3,000 Giant God-Warriors, each standing fifty to sixty ters tall. The value of such a storage ring completely exceeded Dorothy's imagination, leaving her unable to estimate its worth.
Hmm, perhaps this ring could be traded for several Witch Territories.
Dorothy harbored such thoughts as she clung to the wishful thinking of holding the Emperor's golden pickaxe.
"Thank you."
While her own master was losing face, Miss Moon Rabbit had already adjusted her mindset and was thanking the Golden Princess.
After all, if it weren't for this delivery service, she might have had to dispatch so Moon Rabbits to haul the Giant God-Warriors with Giant God-Warriors back to their place, which would have been quite troubleso.
"Right, everyone, follow . The teleportation beacon is at my current residence, in a nearby inn."
The thought of returning to the Ark made Sidwell's feelings even more complicated. She kind of didn't know how to break the news to her people about the entire race becoming Dust Rabbits.
"Sigh, it's all Ellie's fault, that damned girl. If she hadn't kept yamring in my ear about how great witches are, I wouldn't have stepped out today."
....Miss Moon Rabbit was shifting the bla onto her maid....
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