Chapter 331 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

While Sui Xiong was busy with the gaming business, the deposit-transfer system of Manissy, the Goddess of Wealth, finally began to work.

Checking the deposits was a very important thing. After the check, Manissy was surprised to find that nearly twenty percent of the deposits of the wealthy people in the Church of the Goddess of Wealth were dead accounts. After calculating the total amount, it made up a huge number that surprised even the Goddess of Wealth.

The deposits of the Goddess of Wealth weren’t preserved inside the temple, but in a space that only the Goddess knew. Over the years, some temples had been broken into. Those who had broken into the temples had all grabbed many treasures. However, actually, none of them had ever grabbed even a single gold coin from the deposits.

To take the money, one had to kill the Goddess of Wealth first.

Although it wasn’t possible to steal the deposits, if all the people who knew the about deposits were dead, or the owner of the deposit and the intended heir were dead, then the deposit would lose its meaning and turn into a dead account.

More importantly, there were quite a lot of secret deposits in the Church of the Goddess of Wealth. The origin of this money was usually a bit problematic. It was either as small as a browbeaten husband’s private money, or as big as a major thief’s fortune that had accumulated for many years, all of which couldn’t be exposed. Although it was said that the bishops of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth wouldn’t reveal their secrets, it was the safest for them that even the bishops didn’t know their identities.

So when they died and didn’t leave clues for future generations, the money was unclaimed.

The money was stored in the Church of the Goddess of Wealth, and it was necessary to pay custodian fees, but the fee wasn’t large. It might have been unbearable for merchants, but for many richer people, it wasn’t a big deal, completely acceptable.

As a result, a secret was a secret, and security was security. However, finally, the secret and the security both became dead accounts…

After the Goddess of Wealth had sorted out these dead accounts, she ordered her believers to find the heirs to the accounts after thinking.

Except for the money that had been thieves’ deposits and shouldn’t have been exposed, she obliged the church to start searching, trying to find the legal heirs to the money and delivering the deposits of the rest that were able to be exposed.

This wasn’t an easy task. Some of the accounts that were relatively recent were fine, but the old accounts were hard to track down. It might have taken several years, or more than ten, to find the heir to a deposit. The manpower and material resources spent during it might have even been worth more than the amount of the deposits.

However, the Goddess of Wealth didn’t see it that way. To her, manpower and material resources were nothing. Instead, it was the key to being able to prove her credit and fight to gain faith.

As long as she could prove the reliability of the deposit-transfer system, she didn’t care about the cost!

The higher-ups didn’t care about the costs, so the errand boys naturally worked more efficiently. Not long after, the bishops of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth found the heirs to more than a dozen big and small dead accounts.

Although the world was mostly plagued by natural disasters and man-made crimes, human beings had an equally strong vitality and reproductive ability. Even if the direct heirs were gone, they could still find somewhat suitable heirs.

Thus, the archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth personally took the lead and held a grand and solemn ceremony to deliver the long-lost deposits to the heirs who knew nothing about them.

Some of those heirs were successful in their careers, but more were poor and downtrodden—this was normal, because their ancestors were so unlucky that even the deposits hadn’t been passed down. Since even the large deposits had been lost, could they expect to gain any help from their ancestors?

The worst one of the heirs had even become a beggar. When the priest of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth found him, he had been lying on the corner in a small town. Several wounds on his body had been infected. He had been so skinny that he wasn’t far from death. There had been even a few mice who had been biting him, intending to eat him alive.

The priest of the Church of the Goddess of Wealth had been shocked, then had hurriedly driven the mice away. First, he had made him drink a valuable potion, then had taken him to the Void Mask Land to clean up his body and give him treatment at the Red Pig Clinic.

The poor beggar had laid in the clinic for a long time and received more than ten divinity treatments before finally recovering. There were a lot of scars on his body, especially on his left arm that had been bitten by the mice. It was a shocking sight.

Although these scars could be eliminated, he refused the suggestion and was determined to keep these scars, which reminded him that he must be careful to spend money in the future and never fall into such a situation again!