The beggar, with a big belly, ran swiftly. The waiter, holding a chair, chased him to the door, cursing as he watched the beggar run off into the distance.

After a while, the waiter put down the chair and, full of apologies, walked over and bowed in apology, "I'm really sorry, sir. I wasn't paying attention and let these lowly people slip in. I hope it didn't disturb your enjoyment."

"It's fine. I just finished my drink." Herag put down his glass and got up to leave.

The wooden sculpture that the beggar had left on the table was already gone. Herag had put it away earlier.

Herag sensed a trace of the Abyss Plane's aura from the wooden sculpture. Although it wasn't very strong, the presence of the Abyss Plane's aura could be distinctly felt.

The sculpture seemed to possess an allure of some sort, making people unable to resist looking at it.

But to Herag, it was completely useless and could be directly ignored.

This wooden sculpture was most likely a tactic used by the Abyssal Cultists.

Herag surmised that the sculpture was likely a tool for communicating with an Evil God of the Abyss Plane.

If ordinary people came into contact with this sculpture, they would likely be beguiled by it and become recruited as Abyssal Cultists.

Herag didn't apprehend the beggar immediately.

Because that beggar was just an ordinary person, capturing him wouldn't hold much significance, nor much Contribution Points.

Herag planned to follow the clues and see who was behind this beggar.

If he could catch a big fish, it would be a major profit.

Herag didn't detect any Abyssal Aura on the beggar, so it's highly likely that this beggar was just a tool, and the real big fish was still behind him.

Herag casually strolled out of the tavern. Shenlan's environmental detection range was over a thousand meters, and he had already locked onto the fleeing beggar.

Judging from the beggar's complexion and movements, he seemed untroubled by hunger. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to run so fast and have so much Spirit.

Most beggars had pale faces, moved slowly, and had little strength.

Unlike this beggar, who ran swiftly with a rosy complexion.

It's just that his belly was a bit large, showing obvious signs of illness, but he was definitely well-fed recently.

A beggar who was always well-fed must have a stable source of food behind him.

Herag strolled down the street at a leisurely pace, seeming like he was just taking a walk, but he was actually keeping an eye on the beggar two streets away.

From such a distance, no one could possibly believe that Herag was tracking this beggar.

Once outside, the beggar looked back to see no one chasing him and slowed down, panting.

He had five more wooden sculptures in his pocket, all of which needed distribution within the next few days.

This was his task; he would only get food if he finished it.

The beggar had no idea what the wooden sculpture was or what it was for, but he knew it wasn't anything good; otherwise, that person wouldn't have advised him to be cautious.

The sculpture wasn't distributed at random; it had to be given to those who seemed to be in a bad situation, seeking something.

When the beggar saw Herag in the tavern, he noticed the man drinking alone early in the morning and reckoned he must have recently encountered some troubles, so he handed a sculpture to him.

After leaving Parasol Street, the beggar continued to wander, scouring for targets that fit the criteria, slipping them a sculpture when he found one.

On a park bench on the street, a middle-aged man dressed formally sat with a troubled expression, sighing constantly.

The beggar observed him for a moment, then approached and slipped him a sculpture before turning away.

The middle-aged man stared in confusion at the sculpture in his hand, bewildered by the beggar's intentions.

After slipping him the sculpture, the beggar quickened his pace, leaving the area to the adjoining district.

The middle-aged man, looking down at the sculpture, initially intended to throw it away but found it oddly intriguing in a way he couldn't articulate.

That hesitation stopped him from discarding the sculpture.

After the beggar had moved away, Herag silently passed by the middle-aged man.

A gust of wind blew by, causing the middle-aged man to squint his eyes.

Upon reopening them, the sculpture in his hand had vanished.

He looked around, bewildered, but saw no one around.

Yet the sculpture had disappeared in such a peculiar manner.

The middle-aged man pondered but couldn't figure it out, so he let it go.

Not far away, Herag glanced at the sculpture in his hand and tucked it into his Space Ring.

This sculpture definitely needed to be retrieved; otherwise, the middle-aged man could likely become an Abyssal Cultist later on.

Though it was possible to deliberately "cultivate" Abyssal Cultists this way and then "harvest" them when the time was right.

But Herag had no desire to earn Contribution Points in such a manner.

After retrieving the sculpture, Herag continued following the beggar from afar.

Just as before, each time the beggar gave away a sculpture and left, Herag would silently take it away.

These people were all ordinary, completely unaware of Herag's methods; they would only notice that the sculpture inexplicably vanished, disappearing from their sight.

By late afternoon, as the sun set, the beggar had distributed all five sculptures, and each eventually fell into Herag's hands.

It's doubtful the beggar ever imagined he was being watched by a Wizard.

Herag looked at the six sculptures in his Space Ring and felt that this was just a small portion. Many more had surely been distributed and ended up in various people's hands.

Those people were all potential Abyssal Cultists, making investigations exceedingly troublesome.

The beggar ran all over, highly mobile, with the people holding the sculptures scattered everywhere, making them hard to track.

Herag kept following the beggar, intending to see who had given him the sculpture.

This behavior of distributing sculptures everywhere was surely not a first-time occurrence; the beggar was very adept at it, clearly a seasoned hand.

Seeing the beggar had stopped distributing sculptures, Herag knew he probably no longer had any on him.

In that case, he would likely need to fetch more sculptures to continue his mission.

So long as Herag kept following, he could find out where the beggar sourced his sculptures.

At sunset, the beggar arrived at a residential District and checked behind him to see if anyone was tracking him.

Herag sat on a bench two streets away, holding a handful of beans, feeding a few pigeons in front of him.

From this vantage point, no one would know that he was actually watching the residential District two streets away.

After confirming no one was tailing him, the beggar approached a small bungalow and knocked on the door.

The door first opened to a small crack, revealing the side profile of a young man inside, looking about seventeen or eighteen.

"Have all the sculptures been distributed?" the young man asked.

The beggar replied with a flattering smile, "Just like before, all have been distributed."

"Didn't attract any attention, did you?" the young man continued to ask.

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