Chapter 314 Transfer

These money will become the power of their believers and will be used to do more for the gods.

Alda never thought of keeping it privately, and he handed over all his property every time.

Because Mr. Digran would give them a lot of money, enough for him to use for a long time, so that he could live a rich life.

At sunset, at dusk.

Alda looked at the space ring, which contained the eight stolen items today.

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

But Mr. Digran didn't let them stay in one place for too long, and they had to move to another place and leave after seven or eight hours at most.

Alda knew it was time to leave, and he shuttled through the crowd on the bustling Kawart Commercial Street and left this lively place in a short while.

He looked back at the Kawart Commercial District and knew that if it was normal, he would never have any connection with this place in his life.

As an ordinary person without qualifications and no background, there would be no possibility in this life.

The Land of Dawn is such a cruel place. If ordinary people don't have wizard qualifications, they will lose all the space to move forward and rise.

But with the power of God, Alda felt that everything had hope again, and what he wanted to pursue did not seem out of reach.

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

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 so much money to spend here.

Only when they rest every month will they come here to eat, drink and relax.

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

Rich people will not come here either, because they think it is downgraded and does not match their status.

Alda pushed open the door of a bar called Tree Roots, walked in and found that there were only five people drinking alone.

These five people are regulars here, just glanced at Alda and continued to drink.

Alda went directly to the back of the bar and came to the backyard.

There was a man who looked forty years old in the backyard, holding scissors to trim the flowers and plants in the backyard.

"Mr. Diglan, this is today." Alda stretched out his left hand and put the things he stole today in a basket beside him.

Digran didn't even turn his head, still trimming the flowers and plants by himself, without saying a word.

He didn't say anything, and Alda didn't leave, but stood there waiting obediently.

Ten minutes later, Digran finished the work in his hands, put down the scissors and turned back to say: "Well, you did a good job, the gods will remember your contribution.

"It is my honor to work for the gods." Alda said devoutly.

Digran came over, reached out and took Alda's left hand, looked at it carefully, and said: "Do you feel anything special recently?"

Alda recalled for a while and said: "Except for occasional pain, there is no feeling."

Digran nodded and said: "That's because your body has not fully adapted to the power of the gods. Exercise more often and it will be fine after a while."

Alda deeply agreed that his body was still too fragile and needed to exercise and practice to accommodate more of the power of the gods.

Digran took out a small bag of gold coins from the space ring: "This is a reward for you. If you are short of money, tell me. If you help the gods, you will not be short of money. "

"Thank you, Mr. Digran!" Alda happily took the purse.

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

Alda knew that the things he stole were worth much more than that, but he didn't have any reliable channels to sell the goods, and he might get into trouble.

Giving these things to Digran can not only help the gods, but also make a lot of money, which can be said to be the best of both worlds.

"Go back and keep working hard. The gods are watching you." Digran said.

Alda nodded, bowed respectfully and left.

After Alda left, Digran put all the treasures in the basket into his space ring, and then walked to the basement.

There was a heavy iron door outside the basement. After Digran walked in, he waved his hand and put a pile of treasures on the ground.

This pile of treasures piled up into a small hill, and it can be seen that it should be the treasures accumulated during this period.

After Digran piled these treasures on the ground, he put his hands together and closed his eyes: "Great God, please hand these treasures over to them. "

A strange wave reverberated in the basement, and then a red tongue suddenly appeared.

The tongue rolled up all the treasures on the ground, and then disappeared.

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

Herag had been observing nearby, and he found out after hearing Digran's words.

Digran seemed to be asking the evil god of the abyss plane to transfer these treasures to other people.

As for who these other people are, whether they are in the abyss plane or the wizard plane is unclear.

Herag guessed that Digran should have transferred the acquired property to someone in the Land of Dawn in this way.

Because as long as the property is flowing, the flow trajectory will always be tracked.

But if Digran lets the evil god of the abyss plane as a transit station to transfer these properties to other abyss believers, it will be difficult to track.

No one knows where these treasures have gone. Maybe they are somewhere very far away from Silvermoon City.

There is no trace of the whole process. Even if they come to investigate, they can't find anything because there is no evidence.

Herag thought about it and decided that it would be difficult to start with Digran. At present, there seems to be no actual evidence.

He is not like Max. He did not make that kind of wood carving.

The process of transporting treasures is only a moment, and it is fleeting.

Herag looked at Alda who was going away and had some ideas.

Alda was walking on a dim street and was about to go home.

He suddenly felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.

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

It is difficult to find evidence in Digran, and the person in front of him is the best evidence.

Herag glanced at Alda's left hand and soon found a thin and long living worm like silk thread in his left hand.

The strong breath of the abyss comes from this living worm, which is also a small monster in the abyss plane.

Herag discovered that this little monster seemed to be feeding on Alda's vitality.

It had been devouring Alda's life force to provide itself with energy.

If this continued, Alda would probably only live for three to five years.

When his lifespan was exhausted, his usefulness would be exhausted.