All this wealth will become the power of their followers, used to do more things for the gods.

Alda never thought of keeping anything for himself, he always turned over all the treasures.

Because Mr. Digran gives them a considerable amount of money, enough for his own use for a long time, allowing him to live a prosperous life.

Twilight at dusk.

Alda glanced at the space ring, inside were eight items he had stolen today.

Originally, he could continue at night, and there would be even more people, making theft easier.

But Mr. Digran wouldn't let them stay in one place for too long, at most seven or eight hours before they had to move on.

Alda knew it was time to leave, weaving through the crowd on the bustling Kawat Commercial Street, and soon left this lively place.

He looked back at the Kawat Commercial District, knowing that under normal circumstances, he would never have any connection to this place in his lifetime.

Being an ordinary person without any aptitude, and lacking any background, there was no possibility at all.

The Land of Dawn is such a cruel place, if ordinary people don't have a wizard's aptitude, they've lost all space for advancement.

But with the power of the gods, Alda felt that everything was hopeful again, and what he wanted to pursue seemed not so unattainable.

Alda arrived at a slightly desolate street, this was a civilian district.

There was also a commercial area here, but the flow of people was much less.

Because most civilians need to work hard and don't have much money to spend here.

Only during the monthly day off would they come here to eat, drink, and relax.

But today wasn't a day off, so there were only a few scattered people on the street.

Wealthy people wouldn't come here either, because they thought it was beneath them, not in line with their status.

Alda pushed the door of a bar named Root Bar and walked in, finding only five people scattered around drinking dull alcohol.

These five people were regulars here, who just glanced at Alda and went back to their drinks.

Alda went straight to the back of the bar and into the backyard.

In the backyard, there was a man who looked around forty, pruning the flowers and plants with scissors.

"Mr. Digran, this is today's." Alda extended his left hand, placing today's stolen items in a basket beside him.

Digran didn't even turn his head, continuing to prune the flowers and plants without speaking.

Since he didn't speak, Alda didn't leave, standing honestly in place and waiting.

After ten minutes, Digran finished his work, put down the scissors, turned, and said, "Hmm, well done, the gods will remember your contribution."

"It's an honor to work for the gods," Alda said devoutly.

Digran came over, extended his hand, took Alda's left hand, looked carefully, and asked, "Have you felt anything unusual recently?"

Alda thought for a moment and replied, "Apart from occasional dull pain, nothing much."

Digran nodded and said, "That means your body hasn't fully adapted to the power of the gods, exercise more regularly and it'll get better over time."

Alda agreed, realizing his body was still too fragile and needed more training and cultivation to accommodate more of the gods' power.

Digran took out a small bag of gold coins from the space ring: "Here's your reward; if you need more money, tell me. When working for the gods, you'll not run out of money."

"Thank you, Mr. Digran!" Alda received the money pouch happily.

Inside were all gold coins, enough for a long time.

Alda knew the stolen items were worth far more than this, but he didn't have any reliable way to sell them, and could easily get himself caught.

By turning over these items to Digran, he could help the gods and earn some money, a win-win situation.

"Go back, keep up the good work, the gods are watching over you," Digran said.

Alda nodded, bowed respectfully, and left.

After Alda left, Digran put the treasures from the basket into his space ring, then went to the basement.

Outside the basement was a heavy iron door, which Digran entered, waved his hand, and placed a pile of treasures on the ground.

This pile of treasures formed a small mountain, indicating it was accumulated over some time.

After placing the treasures on the ground, Digran clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and said: "O mighty gods, please transfer these treasures to them."

A strange fluctuation echoed in the basement, and suddenly a red tongue appeared.

With one sweep, the tongue collected all the treasures on the floor and then disappeared.

After doing this, Digran closed the basement door and returned to the backyard.

Herag had been observing nearby; after hearing Digran's words, he realized.

Digran seemed to be requesting the Abyss Plane's evil god to transfer these treasures to others.

Who these others were or whether they were in the Abyss Plane or the Wizard Plane was unknown.

Herag speculated that Digran probably used this method to transfer the acquired treasures to certain people in the Land of Dawn.

Because once treasures are in motion, their trajectory can always be traced.

But if Digran used the Abyss Plane's evil god as an intermediary to transfer these treasures to other Abyssal Cultists, it would be very hard to trace them.

No one knows where these treasures went, maybe to somewhere incredibly far from Silver Moon City.

The whole process was seamless, even if one were to investigate, nothing would be found, because there was no evidence.

Herag thought for a moment; it was hard to get evidence from Digran, and for now, there seemed to be no tangible evidence.

Unlike Max, he hadn't made any wood carvings.

The process of transferring the treasures was only a fleeting moment, and soon passed.

Herag watched Alda, who was leaving, and got an idea.

Alda walked down a dark street, about to go home.

Suddenly, he felt darkness before his eyes and lost consciousness.

Just as his body was about to fall, Herag grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

It was hard to find evidence from Digran, but this person right here was the best evidence.

Herag glanced at Alda's left hand and quickly discovered a fine, thread-like living worm inside.

The strong abyssal aura was coming from this worm, which was a small demon from the Abyss Plane.

Herag found that this little demon seemed to be feeding on Alda's life energy.

Constantly devouring Alda's life, thus providing energy for itself.

If this continued, Alda wouldn't have more than three to five years to live.

By the time his life was exhausted, it would be when his usefulness had been entirely drained.

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