The beggar quickly shook his head: "No, no, I'm just a stinking beggar, who would pay attention to me. Just like before, I choose the right people, then I directly pass the woodcarvings to them and leave."

The young man opened the door a bit, poked his head out, quickly scanned the surroundings, and said after confirming nothing was amiss, "Come in."

"Eh, okay." The beggar nodded humbly as he entered, and the door was promptly closed.

The room was a mess, with all sorts of things piled haphazardly.

But there was one particularly tidy spot, standing out in stark contrast to the rest.

A small table held a pile of woodcarvings, identical to those the beggar had distributed.

"It seems the beggar got the woodcarvings from here." Herag mused, while feeding the pigeons.

The young man pointed at the woodcarvings on the table: "Take these with you, and tomorrow start distributing them in the south of the city. Finish handing these out. Remember, be careful and choose the right people before passing them on."

"Understood, sir. Don't worry, I've been doing this for a long time and am quite familiar with it." The beggar nodded humbly.

He took out a cloth bag from his bosom and placed the woodcarvings into it, one by one, totaling ten pieces.

The young man grabbed a loaf of white bread and a small piece of cured meat from a nearby cabinet: "Take these, work well for me, and you won't be mistreated."

The beggar's eyes lit up upon seeing the white bread and cured meat, saying happily: "Thank you for the reward, sir! I will certainly work well for you!"

He took the food from the young man's hand and immediately took a bite, swallowing large mouthfuls.

These days being able to eat until full every day was solely due to working for this young man.

Not only was there white bread, but also cured meat, with the task being as simple as distributing woodcarvings.

The beggar was not foolish; he knew there was definitely more to it, that the woodcarvings likely had significant issues.

But he couldn't concern himself with such things; he was starving, so why worry?

Even if he was to die tomorrow, eating his fill with meat today was still satisfying.

The beggar originally thought that after completing the task of distributing the woodcarvings, he would be silenced. He was taking a risk by doing this work.

But in fact, that was not the case. The young man was quite pleased with him and always provided food as promised.

After taking a big bite of bread, the beggar stowed the remaining bread and food into the cloth bag.

Only those who have starved know the importance of food.

Currently not too hungry, he eats a little, saving the rest for later when he gets hungry again.

"Alright, you can go now. Remember to head south tomorrow, no more to the east." The young man waved his hand impatiently after handing over the food, urging him away.

The beggar quickly nodded, swallowing the bread in his mouth, and replied: "Yes, sir."

"By the way."

Just as the beggar was about to leave, he was called back. The young man said, "Remember, if someone catches you, what should you do?"

"Don't worry, sir, I will never disclose any information about you." The beggar nodded.

In fact, the beggar didn't even know who this young man was.

He didn't know his name, where he lived, or what this young man did.

The beggar only met a man on the street one day when he was so hungry he felt faint, who told him he could fill his belly if he worked for him.

So he didn't care about anything else; at that moment, all he could think about was food, nothing else mattered, nor did he care.

This flat wasn't even the young man's residence; he only came here each evening.

If the beggar was captured, virtually no clues could be drawn from his mouth.

The young man was very cautious; once the beggar was caught, by the time anyone traced back to him, he'd already be gone.

Leaving only a cluttered flat behind, with nothing much of value as clues inside.

After leaving the flat, the beggar prepared to spend the night at his usual spot.

It was a low-lying area, relatively warmer than others, ensuring he wouldn't freeze to death overnight.

After tidying up, the young man locked up and also left the flat.

When he came out, he passed by Herag, who was feeding pigeons, without sparing him a glance, treating him as just another passerby.

"There's definitely an Abyss Plane aura on him, looks like he's an Abyssal Cultist. But I still feel there should be someone behind him."

After confirming the young man was an Abyssal Cultist, Herag still didn't make a move.

Because the source of the woodcarvings had yet to be found, and this young man might not be the one making them.

If he took action to capture this young man now, and he wasn't the woodcarving's creator, it would alert the real creator behind the scenes.

Herag decided to continue baiting, seeing if there was anyone behind this young man.

When the young man had just walked past, Herag probed a bit; the man was only at the Second-Class Wizard Apprentice Level in strength.

If the young man wasn't hiding any special means, Herag could certainly handle him with ease.

However, knowing that even a lion uses full strength against a rabbit, Herag would never underestimate this young man.

Once he takes action, he will go all-out, to avoid being caught off guard.

After feeding the pigeons, Herag leaned back on a bench, watching the setting sun on the horizon.

He was waiting, waiting for the young man to get further away before trailing him.

Herag saw the young man cross the nearby main street and enter a commercial district, then stood up, dusted himself off, and turned in that direction.

The young man's alertness was quite high, always subtly keeping an eye on his surroundings.

He quickly merged into the crowd after entering the commercial district, making it very difficult for an average person to continue trailing him.

The commercial district had too many people; once he got into the crowd, he vanished from sight.

In this era, everyone's clothes were of similar styles, making it hard to distinguish them.

But Herag was different; with Shenlan's assistance, he was able to keep track of the young man's figure throughout.

...

Luqi walked down the street, looking at the bustling crowd around him with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He was fed up with this world; completely disillusioned with humanity, believing everyone to be hideously corrupt.

He only wished for the great Gods to arrive soon, to cleanse this vile world.

For this goal, Luqi would give anything.

Luqi was born into an ordinary civilian family, not wealthy; the family income barely maintained a basic living standard.

Though Land of Dawn appeared friendly to civilians, ensuring everyone could eat to their fill,

the class oppression made it suffocating for Luqi, who had once tried hard, but reality woke him to truth.

In Land of Dawn, for commoners to rise, becoming a Wizard was the only path.

He had some Wizard aptitude, but only a little, not much.

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