This money will become the power of their followers, and they will be used to do more for the gods.

Alda never thought of keeping it private, and handed over all her belongings every time.

Because Mr. DeGrand will give them a lot of money, enough for himself to use for a long time, and to be able to live a prosperous life.

At sunset, at dusk.

Alda glanced at the spatial ring, which contained the eight belongings that had been stolen today.

Originally, it was possible to continue at night, and there would be more people at night, and it would be easier to steal.

But Mr. Digrand would not let them stay in one place for too long, seven or eight hours at most before they had to leave in another place.

Alda knew it was time to leave, weaving through the crowds of the bustling Kawaat shopping street, and left the bustling place in no time.

He glanced back at the Kawaat business district, knowing that if it were normal, he would never have any connection to it for the rest of his life.

As an ordinary person with no qualifications and no background, there is no possibility in this life.

The Land of Dawn is such a cruel place, and if ordinary people don't have wizard qualifications, they have lost all room to move forward and rise.

But with the power of the gods, Alda felt that there was hope for everything again, and what she wanted to pursue did not seem to be out of reach.

Alda came to a slightly deserted neighborhood, which was a civilian area.

There is also a commercial area, but there is a lot less foot traffic.

Because most of the civilians need to be busy working, and there is not so much money to spend here.

Only when I have a monthly break will I come here to eat, drink, and relax.

But today is not a day off, so there are only a few people on the street.

Rich people don't come here because they feel downgraded and not in line with their status.

Alda pushed open the door of a pub called Tree Roots, and walked inside to find only five people scattered and drinking.

All five of them were regulars here, and they just glanced at Alda and continued to drink.

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

In the backyard, there was a man who looked to be forty years old, and he was trimming the flowers and plants in the backyard with scissors.

"Mr. Digrande, this is today." Alda stretched out her left hand and placed the stolen items today in a basket beside her.

Digrand didn't look back, still pruning the flowers and plants on his own, and didn't speak.

He didn't speak, and Alda didn't leave, but honestly stood there and waited.

Ten minutes later, DiGrand finished his work, put down the scissors and turned back, "Well, well done, the gods will remember your contributions." ”

"It's my honor to do things for the gods." Alda said reverently.

Digrand walked over, reached out and picked up Alda's left hand, looked at it carefully, and said, "Have you had any special feelings lately?" ”

Alda recalled for a moment and said, "I didn't feel much except for the occasional labor pain. ”

Digrand nodded: "That's because your body hasn't fully adapted to the power of the gods, usually exercise more, and it will be fine after a while." ”

Alda thought that his body was still too fragile, and he still needed to practice and practice in order to accommodate more divine power.

Digrand took out a small bag of gold coins from the spatial ring: "This is a reward for you, tell me if you are short of money." Help the gods do things, and you won't be short of money. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Digrand!" Alda happily took the money bag.

It was full of gold coins, enough for him to use for a long time.

Alda knew that the things she stole were worth much more than that, but she didn't have any reliable channels to sell the goods, and if she didn't get it, she would get into it.

Giving these things to Degran can help the gods and make a lot of money, so to speak, the best of both worlds.

"Go back, keep trying, the gods are watching you." Digrand spoke.

Alda nodded, bowed respectfully, and left.

After waiting for Alda to leave, Digrand collected all the contents of the basket into his spatial ring, and then walked to the basement.

There was a heavy iron door outside the basement, and when Degrand stepped inside, he waved his hand and placed a pile of belongings on the ground.

This pile of belongings formed a small mountain, and it could be seen that it should be the wealth accumulated during this time.

After stacking them on the ground, Digrand folded his hands and closed his eyes: "Great gods, please give them these things." ”

A strange wave echoed through the basement, and then a red tongue suddenly appeared.

With a roll of his tongue, he rolled up all the contents of the earth, and then disappeared.

With that done, Digrand closed the basement door and headed back to the backyard.

Herag had been watching nearby, and he had heard Digrand's words and noticed.

DeGrand seems to be asking the gods of the Abyss Plane to transfer these possessions to others.

As for who this other person is, whether it is on the Abyss plane or the wizard plane is not clear.

Herag speculated that this was how Degrand transferred his possessions to some people in the Land of Dawn.

Because as long as the property is moving, it will always be traced to the flow track.

However, if Degrand had the evil gods of the Abyssal Plane as a transit point and transferred these possessions to other Abyssal cultists, it would be difficult to track them down.

No one knew where the belongings had gone, perhaps somewhere far away from Silvermoon City.

There is no trace of the whole process, and even if you come to check, you can't find anything, because there is no evidence.

Herag thought about it, it was not easy to start with Digrand, and there seemed to be no actual evidence at the moment.

He's not like Max, who doesn't make that kind of wood carving.

The process of transferring property is only a moment, and it is fleeting.

Herag looked at Alda in the distance and had some idea.

Alda walked down a dimly lit street and was about to go home.

He suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and then he lost consciousness.

Just as he was about to fall, Herag grabbed him by the collar and lifted the whole man in his hands.

It's hard to find evidence there at Digrande, and the person in front of you isn't the best evidence.

Herag glanced at Alda's left hand, and soon noticed that there was a long, thin silk thread-like live worm in his left hand.

The strong abyssal aura comes from this living worm, and it is also a small monster in the abyss plane.

Herag noticed that the little monster seemed to be feeding on Alda's life force.

has been devouring Alda's life in order to power itself.

If it continues, Alda is estimated to be alive for three to five years.

When his life is exhausted, that is, when his use value is squeezed dry.

(End of chapter)