Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

Chapter 24

Stopped by fellow beggar Tails, Kalei also gradually stopped moving and said: "Littlefinger Loki, unless you hide in the broken house forever, I don't see how you can die outside."

He cursed Littlefinger and the half-elf bastard a few more times, and several other beggars from the seventh house also joined in and cursed Littlefinger and so on.

Loki looked at them calmly, with only coldness and calmness in his eyes, and his tough heart was not affected by other emotions such as anger, grievance and so on.

After a while, the beggars in the seventh room finally left. Before leaving, they took away all of Hazel's money, which made the four-year-old girl cry softly in grievance.

Pulling Hazel over who was squatting and crying, Loki touched her little head and comforted her: "Don't worry, I have other ways."

"Wait for Nedlyn and the others to come back later. Take these things to find the old dwarf Wildhammer and the circus tauren Duncan. Take my letter and tell them that Loki sent them here."

After speaking, Loki tore a piece of rag paper in half and wrote two letters respectively. His last money had been taken away from him in the shabby house, and he could only seek help from the outside world.

The two tactical claw knives were gone, and Loki had no hope of recovering them. He used the blades he had used before as tokens, believing that the old dwarf and Olivia would understand through this.

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Most of Loki's body had flesh wounds, which looked very serious and tragic, but it didn't take long to recover.

Within two or three days, he could move freely on the ground, and on the sixth day, these injuries no longer affected physical activities.

Of course, the injuries on his body were not completely healed, but the pain no longer had any impact on him.

"Ultron, reduce the noxious stimulus response by another 10%. As long as it is not pain that affects movement, don't completely strip off the pain function."

"Executing, Master, after 10% pain peeling off, it will continue to adapt to the peeling off at 1% per second."

During the past few days of recuperation, Loki's body was often unable to move, so he once again devoted his energy to the quantum biological computer.

This optimization is relatively simple. It is much simpler than the previous function optimizations. It does not require collecting any data. It just directly and roughly establishes a noxious stimulus response shielding system in the brain's feelings. It does not even consume much computing resources. It is surprising. Completed in one smooth step.

As Loki was injured this time, his reputation as Little Finger also spread among the beggars. Some people even regarded Little Finger as a sign of respect and used this nickname to call Loki.

Loki moved his body alone in the broken house, and the tactical claw knife in his hand became more coherent and fierce. The two short blades were not the ones before, but the old dwarf spent time to build them again and brought them to him through Hazel.

The optic nerve image shows some numbers, novice dagger proficiency is 47%, and novice short blade throwing proficiency is 61%.

These data are not strictly in accordance with the standards of ordinary professionals, but are collected and summarized by the system itself. Compared with Olivia's previous images, Loki is not sure what the difference is between this and the same strength.

But this proficiency setting is displayed in the form of a percentage progress bar, which allows him to gain something every time he practices and also has a greater sense of progress and accomplishment.

Quaid has not caused any trouble for him in the past few days. It is not that the trafficker is obeying the gang's orders, but he heard that his uncle's title is in trouble. If he can establish some connections, he will no longer have to deal with the lord. As the only collateral blood relative, Quaid naturally devoted himself to this.

The news of the last theft incident has also been further fermented. Loki did not need to investigate carefully, but he already knew that the beggar in the seventh house had framed him. He had everyone's name engraved in his mind, especially Carlyle and Tails. He was deeply remembered.

As for the Blue Moon Shinrikyo group, the hypocritical and vicious priests and clergy, Loki is too weak now and can only keep this hatred in his heart.

There is also Quaid, who has sinister methods. He will not let him go either, but he must become stronger himself and wait for a better opportunity.

meeting.

Loki put on a torn short robe with a hood. He hid his ears and other obvious features under the hood, put his left hand wrapped in gauze into his pocket, and quietly left the shabby house alone.

The half-elf boy's steps were not fast, and he did not walk in a hidden part of the street. There was a figure trailing far behind him.

Loki walked into the 'Daddy Wildhammer Weapon Shop'. The figure behind him secretly paused at the door for a moment, then hid at the corner of the street.

Soon, the half-elf boy came out of the weapons store again. Although he didn't stay inside for a while, he came out with a package under his arm.

Just like this, following Loki's footsteps, the shadow behind him followed for a few more streets, and finally arrived at the territory of the Blood Bottle Gang, but there were fewer and fewer people around.

After turning a corner, the figure in front suddenly disappeared. The beggar who was following him suddenly ran forward two steps, but the surrounding area was empty.

Where did Littlefinger go?

After looking around to no avail, a "buzz" sound from a bowstring suddenly came from behind. The beggar had no time to react. A black shadow flashed through the air, and he immediately lost consciousness.

The crossbow arrow accurately hit the back of the head and passed through the skull. The sharp metal arrow came out of the mouth. Beggar's body fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, as if everything was so unbelievable.

One arrow kills. Although he is also a beggar, Loki has no unnecessary mercy for those who framed him.

Holding the corpse's head with his incomplete left hand, he slowly pulled out the crossbow arrow from the corpse's mouth, wiped the weapon's blood on the corpse's clothes, took away the remaining money, put on his hood and slowly disappeared into the deserted place. in the streets.

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The death of a beggar is like a wave, let alone a wave that dies on someone else's territory. Of course, it will not attract the attention of the Black Street Brotherhood, but it will only cause some panic among the beggars in the seventh house.

Kare stopped the beggar's noise and said, "Find Cecil. He can't be dead. Don't let anyone spread rumors. Everyone will go find him tomorrow."

Tails nodded and agreed: "Boss Kalei is right. Except for that time when Little Finger was cornered, when have you ever seen him kill someone? He is just a half-elf without courage."

Kare said: "Yes, you were frightened by a coward. Who has ever heard of a half-elf daring to kill someone?"

"He didn't dare to do anything to us, otherwise he would have done it early. Cecil might have been lost. He was sold to Fog Castle just a few years ago."

The other beggars finally felt at ease. They felt that a half-elf had nothing to fear, let alone a half-elf who was seriously injured and even thinner than themselves.

"Tels, you are responsible for leading two people tomorrow and follow him."

Kalei continued to order: "Know his whereabouts, tell me the right opportunity, and then all of us will take action together. I've had enough of Littlefinger's half-elf face."

For the next two days, Tails took two beggars and tried to follow him.

However, Littlefinger's targets kept appearing and disappearing, so they never got the exact trace of this half-elf boy.

At the same time, other people in House No. [-] were also looking for the missing Cecil, but there was no good news.

Loki tightened his hood. He had just performed at the circus in the city and was walking towards the north of the small town, but his figure stopped and walked, as if he had no specific purpose.

Tails and the two beggars continued to follow for a while. The nearby streets became narrower and narrower. This was the territory of the Blood Bottle Gang, surrounded by places where poor people lived.

The narrow street was blocked by a wall, and there was a dead end in front of it. The half-elf boy finally stopped.

He slowly turned around, took off his hood, revealing dark blond hair and obvious half-elf features. He raised his head, his gray eyes were like ice, radiating bone-chilling coldness.

"You're more anxious than me. Don't you want to live a few more days?"