The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 545 The Witch Knight
The little girl struggled to pass the small cakes and bear-shaped cookies wrapped in a cardboard box to her, leaning most of her body out of the windowsill. Moran was startled and quickly rode over on her broom to take the things.

"I'll help you deliver the things, but don't lean out of the window again, it's dangerous!"

"Thank you, Miss Witch Knight!" The little girl was overjoyed. "Bear cookies with sweet milk are the best! By the way, my name is Sophie!"

"Okay!" Moran was also infected by her smile, waved goodbye to her, and rode his broom towards Champagne Avenue.

Thankfully, she had looked at a map of Moon Harbour and knew where Champagne Boulevard was, otherwise this lovely little girl would have been disappointed today.

This is the first time I've ever seen ordinary humans treat witches this way.

Even in Lance City, which has always treated witches well, the common people have always shown more respect than closeness to them.

This made Moran feel a little more favorably toward Moon Harbor.

Champagne Boulevard is a road lined with champagne trees, located on the hillside at the other end. Walking there would require traversing many streets and alleys, but flying there would only take ten minutes.

This was only because she was flying and enjoying the scenery, and her broom wasn't going very fast; otherwise, she could have gone even faster.

She encountered many people along the way.

Adults were used to seeing her, while children would often point to the sky and shout, "Look! There's a witch knight!"

It gave Moran a sense of déjà vu, as if she were seeing herself as a child in a past life.

Where she lived as a child, airplanes could often be seen flying overhead.

"Look! There's an airplane!"

That's what she called it back then.

But a witch is a witch, what is a witch knight?
Moran knocked on the window of the attic at 29 Champagne Avenue, and a little boy wearing a sailor's hat and holding a model boat opened the window.

"Are you Jack? Sophie asked me to bring you a small cake." Moran placed the cake box on the windowsill.

Jack picked up the cake box, turned it around to look at it, and finally lost his smile when he saw the colorful little star stamp pattern on the side: "Miss Witch Knight, may I ask you to return this cake to its rightful owner?"

The little boy wasn't cute enough, so Moran shook her head, unwilling to make the trip again.

Jack noticed the bag of cookies hanging on her broom handle: "Those are Aunt Sharp's cookies, right? Can I trade you this cake for them?"

It's not appropriate to give away a gift that someone else gave you. Moran shook her head again.

Jack looked like the sky had fallen: "If I had known, I should have stayed at my grandma's house these past few days. Sophie's cake, you might as well just kill me!"

Upon hearing this, Moran silently turned the broom head around.

"Miss Witch Knight, how about I give this cake to you... Huh? Where is she?" Jack looked at the empty windowsill and thought, "Oh no, Sophie's evil cake is now stuck in my hands."

After leaving the Champagne Boulevard, Moran flew back towards the seaside promenade.

Suddenly, in the distance, a strangely dressed brown-haired witch appeared, riding a broom and flying up from the yard of a house in front of them.

Her broom was covered with packages of all sizes.

After a while, it flew to another street and placed one of the packages on the windowsill of a house.

Moran couldn't resist riding her broomstick over and greeting her. "Eh? A new witch?" The brown-haired witch, seeing her, unhesitatingly pulled out her {communication card}: "Hello! Welcome to Moon Harbor, let's be friends! My name is Rose!"

"Hello, I'm Moran." Moran also took out her {communication card} and added her as a friend.

Both of them were speaking Valencia, and since Moran had drunk the shapeshifting potion, Rose didn't react immediately, but she felt that Moran was about the same age as her.

Witches of this age have only recently graduated and are still saving money to build their witch's house, so I enthusiastically introduced her to a job:

"Moran, would you like to join our Witch Knights Society? The work is easy and flexible, and the pay is quite good. All you need to do is know how to ride a flying broom."

She patted the bright purple vest over her witch's robe, which featured a silhouette of a witch riding a broomstick.
"This is our work uniform. Wearing this and flying around the city once will allow us to receive delivery orders."

If not, you can go to No. 77 Seaside Avenue, which is our headquarters and usually handles large orders.

We have so many orders that we can't keep up with the deliveries, and we're really struggling to find new staff!

Moran now understands why the children call the witch riding the broomstick the "witch knight".

So there really are witch knights in Moon Harbor.

It's actually quite fun!

If she were truly here for leisure, she would have joined in. Unfortunately, she wasn't. After digesting the mage magic in the memory palace, reviewing the witch magic, and taking stock of what she had learned at dawn, she would head to the next place to steal magic.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any plans to make money through delivery services at the moment," Moran declined.

Rose thought she had other ways to make money.

After all, not every witch is like her and her companions, lacking any special skills that would make them popular among humans.

She wasn't disappointed: "It's okay! If I don't plan to go full-time, I can always do part-time work occasionally!"

Rose took a roll of parchment out of her {space card} and tossed it to her: "Here, take this! You never know when you might need it!"

After Rose finished speaking, she hurried off to deliver the goods again.

Moran unfolded the parchment: "Witch Knights' Delivery Price List: 1. Normal weather (excluding rain, snow, and strong winds), normal time period (excluding late night), short distance (within five minutes), small package (under 1kg), fee 1 silver coin..."

Seeing Rose carrying packages through the streets and alleys, Moran realized: "This is the Witch Delivery Service!"

Rose didn't recognize her, but Moran did.

Moran had seen her at the fourth-grade entrance dinner; she had just started school then.

She's three years younger than me, and has only graduated two years ago, yet she's already opened a Witch Knights Society in Moon Harbor and started delivering packages.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the cheapest order only earns 1 silver coin; this business is profitable and there are no competitors.

That's a good business sense!
On the other side, after delivering the package, Rose suddenly realized: "Moran (Common language), Moran (Witch language)? No, Senior Moran doesn't look like that!"

Back at the Witch Knights, she told her companions about it.

"Are you stupid?! How could Senior Moran be walking in the wilderness in her true form? She must have drunk a shapeshifting potion! She's about our age and her name is Moran, it must be her! Quick, quick, send me her contact number, I want to invite her to the tavern for a drink!"

Rose: "!!!"