Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

It is now the night ban time in Fog Castle City. It is prohibited to walk freely in the city during this time. There will be patrol soldiers under the City Lord's Council and several night watchmen from the church to enforce the night ban order.

Unable to go out to look for food, Loki could only suppress the hunger in his belly and divert his thoughts to wait for dawn.

Loki grabbed his bird's nest-like hair vigorously. He now believed that although the quantum biological computer could improve its capabilities, it could not lead the system to the end. He wanted to protect himself and needed other means.

The identity of a half-elf is really fatal, Loki frowned and thought. In fact, there are many ways for him to save his life, or escape from the clutches of the Black Street Brotherhood. It is not that there are no orphanages or residents in the small town who sympathize with beggars.

However, because of his status as a half-elf, he was not only rejected by the church orphanage, but also discriminated against and beaten severely. Even if he dressed neatly, he might be captured and sold by slave traders.

Loki thought about the 'Oyue Circus' he had visited the day before yesterday. The skills of the female dwarf Olivia always made him unforgettable. Since recording Olivia's video, the system has split it frame by frame. The freeze-frame slow motion, and even the muscle activity and joint force direction are analyzed by the system using data.

With such a relatively complete action image, Loki could only look anxiously. He had secretly tried most of the actions, but he alone could not do it now.

"Maybe it's the difference in physical attributes?" He could only comfort himself.

A strong feeling of hunger soon interrupted his thoughts.

Food, food!food! ! !Loki's stomach was burning. Don't think about it. He lacked everything except youth. Of course, what he lacked most now was bioenergy.

……

After the sky lit up slightly, a figure ejected from the broken house.

Loki went directly to the first tavern that opened in Fog Castle City. Not long after the tavern opened, the owner with a little bit of barbarian blood was wiping the wooden tables. There were also a few hangover drunkards on the chairs and the floor.

Loki didn't pick out the expensive food. He simply ordered the leftover broth and vegetable soup from last night, and a pile of fluffy bread left over from the night before.

Throughout the morning, Loki kept eating. He drank up all the leftover soup in half a barrel, and ate all the bread and other dry food. After spending 60 coppers, he still had more to eat.

The number of people in the tavern gradually increased in the morning. Upstairs were two floors of rooms for travelers to rest and stay. It was a tavern that had no shortage of people and was also a well-informed place.

"Have you heard? The trade route north of Fog Castle is now difficult to navigate. There are fewer and fewer merchants on the land. Even the merchant ships on the Cangyan River are much fewer than before."

"What, they can't be those orc barbarians? Aren't they just a bunch of idiots from scattered tribes?"

"I don't know. It is said that some caravans were attacked by orcs. When did they become so bold?"

Loki was sitting in a corner of the tavern. There was a plate of freshly baked soft bread on the table. He chewed it quickly, and his ears unconsciously received all the sound information.

He had to admit the power of the system. Although the sonic hearing function was only optimized to 5.6‰, in this tavern, he could hear all the sounds clearly and distinguish all the tiny sound vibration information.

A bearded man dressed as an adventurer put down the cup in his hand and continued: "Forget about the orcs, those idiots can only live in the north in a tribal way, while we specialize in caravans traveling to the south. Let's have another drink happily. !”

"That's right. What does the stupid orc have to do with us? If we have this time, we might as well go to the city square and watch a big circus. I heard that the performers are not simple guys."

The bearded adventurer took another sip of wine and said disdainfully: "What if it's not simple? Will it be plundered by those guys from the Blue Moon Church in the end?"

His companion said hesitantly: "Not necessarily. I heard from others that the Oyue Circus is not an ordinary fish belly. There are several real professionals in it, and they won't be so easy to mess with."

"Huh, professionals? Even wealthy slave merchants rarely hire professionals to protect them."

Loki, who was hiding in the dark, collected all the information about all the conversations in the tavern. When he heard the topic of 'professional' being mentioned, he couldn't help but frown. He had heard this word mentioned more than once over the years.

From the limited information Loki had, it was possible that the 'Professors'

It is a general term for a powerful person. It does not refer to a specific profession. Even "priest", "knight", "adventurer", "hunter" and "soldier" also have the title of professional, which is like a person's ability to reach To a certain extent, 'professional' is a term that distinguishes this level of ability.

Regarding the collection of this information, there are actually better places in Fog Castle City, such as the Adventurers' Guild, the Mercenary's Guild, the Merchant's Guild, etc... But Loki can't enter any of them. The news is also in a slightly hazy state.

"Anyway, I'm not optimistic about this Oyue Circus. Over the years, as long as Pastor Baker of the Blue Moon Sect has spotted it, how can anyone not stop being blackmailed until they go bankrupt?"

The Blue Moon Sect should be the Blue Moon Truth Sect. Loki knew about this church, but he didn’t know much about it. He only knew that the church’s location was in the city. At the same time, the Blue Moon Shinto Sect had a great influence among human commoners and nobles. He had been with him before. This kind of beggar has no intersection.

Loki thought for a moment. The Blue Moon Truth Cult had nothing to do with him before, but now that he heard the news that Blue Moon had contacted the circus, it had something to do with him.

Loki finished the bread in his hand and inquired about some information about the Blue Moon Truth Cult. After a long time, he quietly left the tavern.

……

On the way to the circus in the city, Loki passed by the dwarf's 'Papa Wildhammer' weapons store.

Behind the counter was a teenage human blacksmith apprentice. After paying the price of two coppers, the apprentice finally stopped rolling his eyes in disdain at him.I learned from the apprentice that Wildhammer got a weapon blueprint the day before yesterday and was busy building it in the blacksmith's cabin in the backyard of the shop.

Loki was eager to get his customized tactical claw knife and asked his apprentice to call the old dwarf. The apprentice was unlikely to be afraid of the dwarf's bad temper and would not dare to go there.In the end, Loki ignored the apprentice's obstruction and slipped directly to the blacksmith's cabin in the backyard of the shop.

The sound of "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding" of hammers could be heard in the distance. Loki saw a shed with no walls and ventilation on all sides. When he walked in, he could feel waves of heat coming from inside.

The old dwarf was wearing a blacksmith's leather apron, his eyes focused on beating the short blade that had been formed on the iron felt.

Loki has optimized visual images and easily discovered that a semi-finished claw knife has been made on a table in the room.

The entire tactical claw knife is shorter than an ordinary dagger, with an overall length of less than fifteen centimeters. The blade has a gray-white metallic luster. It is said to be a semi-finished product because the handle has not yet been bonded to the underside of the blade, and the crescent blade has not been polished or sharpened.

"You little half-elf bastard, do you want to learn from Father Wildhammer's skills?"

The old dwarf obviously noticed Loki who had rashly barged in. He banged on the iron felt and shouted in mock anger.

"I just want to see what the legendary best blacksmith skills in Mist Castle City look like."

The old dwarf stared at the half-elf boy with his two bean-like eyes, "Humph, you have pretty good taste."

Although Loki's sound wave analysis system is poorly optimized, it has many functions, including an emotional analysis function. It may be that the dwarf is too easy to see through. The answer is given directly on the retina, and the dwarf is in a good mood.

"However, you are here early. It will take at least a morning to complete these two weapons."

"No problem, I can wait."

Loki didn't mind waiting for such a while, and he was not polite at all. He went in and took the half-finished claw knife and looked at it repeatedly.

"You little half-elf bastard, don't touch this thing. Why don't you come over and help me if you have the energy?"

Seeing Loki sitting idle beside him, the old dwarf's temper became bad again.

"Go get a suitable hammer."

Loki didn't refute what he said. He went to pick up a hammer from the dwarf's finger stand. The weights of these blacksmith hammer tools vary. Loki struggled to try it. The heaviest weighed nearly fifty kilograms. He could only It was difficult to lift it a little higher with both hands. The lightest hammer weighs more than seven kilograms. It's no problem to pick it up with one hand, but it definitely won't be able to swing it a few times.

"No wonder I haven't seen a half-elf blacksmith with a body as weak as yours?" The old dwarf looked at Loki and said disapprovingly.

"Come here and hold the iron pliers, clamp them firmly with both hands."

"Oh my god, are you an elf who drinks dew every day? Why don't you have any strength at all?"