Pass City was a very ordinary mid-sized city. There wasn't anything special about it. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either. Out of all the cities in the Central Continent, there was almost nothing worth paying attention to.
This city had the same white and black color as the other cities. In some dark corners, for survival or for other reasons, people engaged in the oldest profession in this world: thieves.
Thieves were the lowest profession in the Central Continent. No one would look up to them.
These insignificant people were looking for a chance to strike among the mortals in the city.
They didn't dare to look for professions. Any professions had the power of the will. Any thief who dared to touch a professions would end up in a miserable state.
There was a small courtyard in the east of Pass City. It was the base of the thieves in Pass City. The seemingly chaotic thieves were actually managed by this place.
Any thief who came here from another city, if they didn't report here, would be taught a lesson or even killed.
Milton was the owner of this small courtyard. He was a skinny old man in his sixties.
At this moment, Milton was dealing with a dispute. He listened to the reasons of the two thieves with a smile on his face. He was famous for his fairness. In this city, when there was a conflict between thieves, most of them wanted to settle it with him.
Of course, this was also related to the fact that he had declared that they were not allowed to settle their disputes privately.
Thieves who violated this rule had their corpses sunk to the bottom of the river.
Milton liked to deal with things like this. It made him feel like he had something to do.
As a god who had lived for thousands of years, he didn't have his own kingdom. If he didn't find something to do, he wouldn't know how to spend his time.
He didn't have many believers in the Central Continent. Most of them were very shallow believers.
These believers might change their profession one day because they were caught stealing and would no longer believe in him, the God of Thieves.
However, because there was no threat, he was one of the few gods who didn't side with the Wizard Union and didn't get purged.
Although he wasn't powerful, it didn't mean that he couldn't protect himself. Although he didn't have a kingdom, he had the ability to hide his presence and avoid all dangers.
Plus, he never did anything dangerous. He just wanted to stay alive. He didn't want to expand the number of followers. He didn't even have a clergy of his own.
He was the god of thieves, and thieves were the source of his faith. The entire Central Continent was under the rule of the Wizard Union. Although there were empires, they only served the Wizard Union and the wizard organizations under the Wizard Union.
With the Nation of God as their common enemy, peace was the main theme of the Central Continent. It was impossible for there to be too many thieves and bandits. If there were too many, they would be hunted down from all sides.
Thief God Milton knew about this, of course. That was why he wasn't worried at all. As long as the faith power he received every day was enough to keep him alive, it would be enough.
As for the Divine Kingdom, he didn't even need to think about it.
He was afraid that once he thought about it, he would do something crazy and become one of the many gods in the basement of the Wizard Union.
Just as he was smiling and listening to the argument between the two thieves, trying to find some amusement in it, his face suddenly tightened, and a trace of danger exuded from his body.
The two thieves were pressed to the ground by some kind of energy. They lost all ability to move, and as Thief God Milton focused on the information he received, their life force was quickly draining away.
When Thief God Milton's face recovered, he realized that the two thieves were dead. They died under his presence.
Even if he only revealed a little bit of his presence, it was still not something that two normal thieves could handle.
However, he didn't care about the two dead thieves. Something bigger was coming.
From the scattered prayers of his followers, he realized that many people were looking for information about him in the Central Continent.
It was a simple and crude method. They caught some thieves and used a special method to make them talk. They wanted to find out if they were followers of the god of thieves and if they knew where the god of thieves lived.
Of course, this method also allowed the other thieves to discover this matter, because those who caught the thieves were also ordinary people, and there were no professionals among them.
Were they trying to force him to show up, or were they trying to do something else?
Thief God Milton had a bad feeling about this. It shouldn't be the Wizard Union. If the Wizard Union was doing this, they would've used professionals.
He began to quickly search for information about a few followers that he didn't pay attention to recently. Through the channel of faith, he could get more information.
Although one or a few followers didn't know much, over the years, there were tens of thousands of followers who could use the channel of faith. They were scattered all over the Central Continent.
There were even dozens of his followers in the Nation of God.
The followers of the Central Continent didn't provide him with much information, but the followers of the Nation of God did.
The central temple of the Nation of God was accidentally invaded. No one knew what was stolen, but on that day, the central temple sent out countless powerful figures. Even the ones on the frontline were called back to search for clues in the dozens of cities around the central temple.
It was precisely because of the huge commotion that a few of his followers received the news.
Thief God Milton connected the dots almost immediately. The Nation of God, the Central Temple, the theft, normal people investigating, and the Central Continent not knowing. A series of information flowed through his mind.
Only the Nation of God's intelligence agency was like this. Needless to say, only the Nation of God was like this.
As far as he knew, the Nation of God had a special brainwashing ability that could turn people into followers of the demon from beyond. This ability was envied by all the other gods, but its biggest weakness was that it couldn't be used on professionals.
This was why the Nation of God still had a huge intelligence network in the Central Continent despite the suppression of the Wizard Union.
Thief God Milton thought to himself, "Damn it. Those idiots don't think I stole from them, do they?"
This was a suspicion, but his divine sixth sense told him that this was not far from the truth.
He wanted to scream out loud. How could a god like him enter the Nation of God and attack the temple?
Before the Wizard Union cleared out the gods, he still had some space to exist. At that time, he wanted to accumulate some resources to build his own kingdom.
At that time, he had the resources to make his own holy items and use them to gather faith.
As long as the holy items were passed down in the world, people would know about them, and people would know about the creation of the holy items. The gods wouldn't let the world forget about their existence.
This was also a backup plan that many gods had prepared for themselves. If they were destroyed by a powerful enemy, along with their land of faith, then the existence of artifacts would be the only clue to their existence in the world.
As long as there were people in the world who knew about the gods, they wouldn't truly die.
However, everything changed after the Wizard Union cleared out the gods. The existence of the gods became taboo, and he didn't even dare to spread his religion. He could only use all kinds of hints and legends to make the thieves and bandits generate faith on their own.
To be honest, he didn't even want to get close to the Nation of God, which could fight against the Wizard Union. This was the biggest reason why he was still alive.
Although he was now a deity, he could only be considered a demigod. A deity without a Divine Kingdom could die at any time due to accidents.
If he went to the Nation of God to steal, he would have to go with his real body. Death was the most likely outcome.
His heart was cold. The Nation of God was looking for him like crazy, and he was confident that he could escape.
However, if the Wizard Union found out that the Nation of God was looking for him, he would be hunted down by both forces.
The Wizard Union didn't know why the Nation of God was looking for him. If the Nation of God was looking for him, then he must have something that the Nation of God needed. No matter what it was, the Wizard Union would be one step ahead of him.
In this case, he would have to hide all over the continent again. He wouldn't be able to live a peaceful life.
Thief God Milton knew very well that as long as he could find his true believer, both the Wizard Union and the Nation of God would be able to find him through the path of faith.
How did the Wizard Union kill so many gods back in the day? It wasn't a random guess. It was a special method.
The Nation of God had its own system of gods. Compared to other gods, the Nation of God had a much deeper understanding of faith. It wasn't impossible for them to find him.
"Who put the blame on me?!" Thief God Milton was getting angrier and angrier. He didn't hate the Nation of God. The Nation of God was something he couldn't afford to offend. He only hated the thief.
How could he not be angry at someone who put the blame on him?
He began to search for the information in the minds of the Nation of God's believers. One of the believers was closer to the central temple, so he knew more about the rumors.
For a profession like thieves, they knew more than normal people. This was for their own safety and also for their own benefits.
Therefore, when this believer found out that the central temple was stolen, he became very curious. He even fantasized about meeting the person who did it and getting some benefits from him.
If he could steal something from the central temple, even if it was just a little bit, he would be very satisfied.
This was a big thing, so of course, there would be all kinds of rumors. This believer had heard many different versions of the rumors.
After Thief God Milton heard the rumors, he began to analyze the connections between them.
The Nation of God was sure that Thief God Milton was the one who did it. The main reason was that the thief was invisible. The second reason was that the thief was so fast that even powerful beings couldn't stop him.
Even Thief God Milton was starting to wonder if he was the one who did it.
Of course, he knew that he couldn't be the one who did it, but the Nation of God's suspicion wasn't unfounded.
Although there were many ways to become invisible, to be able to remain invisible in a temple was definitely the ability of a god.
Among the living gods, only Thief God Milton could become invisible in the temples of other gods.
No matter what, after knowing so much, he knew that he was definitely going to be the scapegoat.
He looked at the small yard and burned the two bodies on the ground to ashes with a fireball. After cleaning up the bodies, he knew that he couldn't stay here any longer.
Maybe he would have to start a life of wandering like before.
He really wanted to find the person who stole the central temple of the Nation of God, but he also knew that the person who dared to steal the central temple of the Nation of God was probably very strong. He couldn't afford to offend them.
But first, he wanted to find the person who did it. If the person was strong, he would steal something to vent his anger. If the person wasn't strong, he would kill the person to avenge himself.
He was a god, or a demigod. He had his dignity.
Thinking of this, he tidied up the things in the small courtyard, and then burned the small courtyard with fire.
Looking at the people who came to put out the fire, Thief God Milton sighed and left the city that he had lived in for decades.
He didn't dare use a teleportation circle, so he had to walk.
When he walked out of Pass City, his figure became illusory and then disappeared. This was true invisibility.
It was this ability that allowed him to travel freely, even though he wasn't very strong. The gods who were stronger than him were either captured or killed, but he was still living in the Central Continent.
Then, his invisible body left the ground and began to fly. He flew faster and faster.
Speed was his strength. He relied on both invisibility and speed. Invisibility was to sneak up on his target, and speed was to escape if he was discovered.
With his speed, he wasn't afraid of anyone chasing after him.
That kind of speed came with a price, though. He only dared to use normal speed. High speed consumed divine power, and for a weak god like him, his divine power was only enough to sustain his body.
He didn't have a god kingdom. On one hand, he couldn't provide the resources that a god kingdom needed. On the other hand, he couldn't afford to raise a god kingdom.
A god kingdom needed a fixed amount of divine power to maintain. Unless he had thousands or even tens of thousands of years, he could slowly accumulate the most devout believers. Those believers would die and take them into his god kingdom. Only then would he be able to reduce the consumption of his god kingdom.
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