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.
