Hill gave the increasingly nervous servant of Waukeen a cold glance. The man had not even dared to give his name.
Waukeen truly screwed over her subordinates. She had not even told them whom she had offended.
Mask had already been eyeing the Goddess of Wealth's treasury, and now Waukeen had even given him a legitimate excuse.
For Mask's followers, not only could they get a sum of money, but they could also earn the approval of the God they worshipped. This was the most profitable deal possible.
No one would believe that Waukeen's followers did not have that money. As a divine favored one united with a God, if he had even one extra gold coin, he had to report it for the Goddess's honor.
Otherwise, a corner of Waukeen's Divine Kingdom would have collapsed by now.
Hill gave him a deeply mocking smile, then turned and strode away.
That man would not even consider attacking Hill now. The moment he saw Hill, he had already shrunk back.
A level 12 divine favored one!
Unless Waukeen had some scheme, she had truly gone mad.
Hill hesitated at the mouth of the alley for a while, but in the end, he did not return to the "Golden Oak." Instead, he headed for the garden villa he had just bought.
Although the "Golden Oak" could indeed protect him, Hill did not want to owe such an unnecessary favor.
Hill was guarding against more than just the possibility of Waukeen's servant hiring powerful people to assassinate him. He was also wary of those petty thieves who refused to give up.
He had sensed someone following him all along.
Hill could not help but sneer. While dusk was approaching and the sun had yet to set, he directly cast a Sunlight Spell.
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