Full-Time Public Enemy

Then, he said, "A noble from within Potsdam hired us. However, we don't know their exact identity. We have a contact in the city, and such business is usually arranged through them."

"For this particular job, the pay was extremely generous: a total of 1,500 Gold Coins. Half was paid upfront, with the other half to be paid upon completion."

After Cyclops finished speaking, he kowtowed to Chen Gu once more. "As a faithful follower, I have committed many evil deeds over the years and amassed ill-gotten wealth. I am willing to offer it all to Our God to completely sever my ties to sin!"

Chen Gu nodded with restraint. "Using this ill-gotten wealth to glorify Our God is indeed a good way to resolve this."

"Rest for now. First thing tomorrow morning, go and retrieve this ill-gotten wealth."

"Yes." Cyclops accepted the arrangements. That night, Cyclops and the bandits lay down and fell asleep. They hadn't experienced such a deep and sweet slumber in many years.

The followers, having endured such an ordeal and not slept well the previous night, were truly exhausted. They too fell into a deep sleep as soon as they lay down.

Da Jiu shook its body, stood up, and patrolled around the camp.

The rest of the night passed peacefully. In the early morning, the chirping of birds foraging for worms woke everyone. The followers and bandits alike stretched as they got up. They looked at each other, feeling as if an entire lifetime had passed.

After a simple breakfast, Cyclops led the way. They headed to the bandits' lair to retrieve the ill-gotten wealth.

Their lair was a full day's journey away, deep within the primeval forest, accessible only by treacherous paths. It was evening by the time the group arrived.

It was a well-hidden cave. The bandits had installed a heavy wooden door, camouflaging the outside with ancient vines. Anyone unaware would pass by the entrance without noticing it.

Opening the door and venturing deep into the cave, they lit a torch. Its light revealed piles of gold and gemstones, glittering brilliantly!

Everyone gasped. How many sins had these bandits committed to amass such a vast fortune?

Chen Gu stepped forward and laid a hand on the mountain of gold and jewels. In an instant, everything vanished!

Everyone was astonished. Only Gong Shuxu and a few others knew that Chen Gu had directly stored the items in his Dimensional Prison Ring.

Charles and the others were still unaware that Chen Gu possessed such a "treasure."

The followers and bandits were even more astounded. Chen Gu continued to faithfully play his role as a divine messenger. "Our God has already taken away the ill-gotten wealth."

The bandits were ecstatic. They knelt and kowtowed, constantly praising Our God.

Inside the Dimensional Cage, Combat Rooster was fast asleep and snoring. It hadn't been out to play for several days and was feeling incredibly restless.

Suddenly, some "metal" objects rained down, striking it on the head. Combat Rooster awoke with a jolt. It looked around but didn't see its master. Then, it sniffed the "metal" objects and took a bite.

Then, it spat them out. PFFT! So soft, not tasty at all.

After that, it glanced disdainfully at the "metal" objects, shifted its massive body, and lay down to the side to continue sleeping.

「...」

That night, everyone spent it in the cave.

The bandits' lair was well-stocked with many provisions, such as various non-perishable foods like dried meat and rice.

It turned out Cyclops was quite a good cook. He chopped up several types of dried meat, mixed them with rice, and simmered a pot of meat congee. The combination of these dried meats was surprisingly delicious.

The followers' appetites were whetted, and everyone ate heartily.

As for Chen Gu... he found ordinary food increasingly unappetizing. He merely took a few bites before setting his bowl down.

After dinner, while the others rested, Chen Gu called Cyclops over. Looking at the dual pistols holstered at Cyclops's waist, he asked, "Is your spiritual power very strong?"

If anyone had mentioned this before, Cyclops would certainly have been immensely proud and boasted about it. Now, however, he had become exceptionally humble. "It is but a trifling skill, insignificant before the glory of Our God."

He unholstered the dual pistols from his waist and presented them to the Prophet with both hands. "These came from a powerful city-state. It is said they were crafted by the most skilled artisan in this world—weapons that only royalty are qualified to use.

"One can directly form ammunition using spiritual power. The more spiritual power injected, the greater the destructive force. If one's spiritual power is sufficiently strong, it could theoretically unleash power comparable to a city's defensive cannons."

Chen Gu took them and examined them, and could not help but inwardly admire. Such weapons could already be considered 'artifacts.' Although they were still far from the level of 'numbered' items, this doesn't necessarily mean they represented the highest standard of this world. Yet, the Confederation was completely unaware of such weapons. Undoubtedly, the royal families had hidden this secret from them. Their motives are certainly suspect.

He asked, "How long have these weapons been around?"

Cyclops shook his head. "I don't know. I've had these two weapons for over twenty years..." He wore a nostalgic expression as he suddenly asked, "Prophet, may I tell you my story?"

Chen Gu nodded. "Of course. As a chosen of Our God, I am happy to listen to the confessions of the lambs."

Cyclops began slowly, "I was originally a wildling. Our village was hidden in remote mountains and forests. My ancestors grew their own food and forged their own tools, living self-sufficiently. Although life wasn't prosperous, it was stable and dignified."