Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

Several abandoned children were gathered in the seventh room, discussing some secret topic secretly.

"Boss Kare, the money collected today is less, and a few bastards started to lie to us, saying that they gave all the money to the little finger in the third house."

Hearing that title, Kare's face turned gloomy again and said, "Damn guy, has Littlefinger started collecting money too? He's really not a good guy."

The beggar who just spoke hesitated and said, "Um, Boss Kalei, Little Finger has not had much contact with the beggars in other houses, and I have never seen him blackmail anyone. These are all wild lies."

Kare looked at this companion, his expression gradually turned evil.

At this time, suddenly a beggar from the seventh room ran in from outside the door. As he ran, he shouted softly: "Quaid is back."

Kare said: "What does Quaid's return have to do with us? After the last incident, he will no longer listen to our complaints."

"No, Boss Kare, Quaid drank a lot and seemed to be in a bad mood. Just now, Marcus was running a little slower and was being beaten to death by him."

After hearing this, the faces of the beggars in the seventh house immediately showed fear. Sure enough, there was a wailing sound outside the broken house, followed by Quaid's insulting and abusive voice.

Quaid is the name that makes the beggars in the shabby house change their minds when they hear him, especially when he is drunk or in a bad mood, which is when the beggars run away in fear. Unfortunately, at night, there will be people outside the shabby house. Guarded by several deputies of Quaid, the beggars were strictly prohibited from activities outside at night.

"Don't hit me, please, don't hit me, Master Quaid."

There were bursts of miserable begging for mercy from the beggars outside. Quaid drank and went crazy again tonight. To the young beggars, he was a devil.

Loki can only leave the seed of astral consciousness for the time being, and plans to cash in on that bit of information bundle later. After all, Quaid is an immediate trouble, and severe headaches and other sequelae will have a temporary impact on him now.

"Baby, you deserve to die for handing over so many coppers. Where is my money?"

There was another sound of flesh being beaten outside, and the howling of the beaten beggar became weaker and weaker, but the insults and crazy beatings did not diminish at all.

Four-year-old Hazel covered her ears tightly, and her big eyes shed tears of fear. The other beggars next to her were not much better, with fear written all over their faces, and their bodies were trembling.

Loki frowned and suddenly said to the beggars in the same room: "Hide all of them, hide in their own holes in the wall, get in the deepest part and don't come out, damn Jamie."

Originally, there was a dog hole in the third house that led directly to the outside of the wall, but since Loki was captured by the Blue Moon Church last time, Jamie blocked it with some gray mortar, and some secret passages in other broken houses were also blocked. Being treated the same way is all the work of a bunch of damn human traffickers.

The beggar was beaten to the point of dying. Quaid went to the first room to collect money. What made him slightly dissatisfied was a violent beating. Loki's sound wave hearing was very sensitive, and he could clearly hear Quaid's footsteps. The sound reached the dilapidated house next door again.

In the second room, the drunken Quaid was obviously not satisfied. He waved his fist at a beggar who did not pay enough. The muffled sound of physical blows continued to sound, and soon the beggar was knocked unconscious. past.

Loki's heart sank a little bit. He still lacked the capital to confront Quaid. The opponent was a gangster trafficker with fighting experience. At the same time, he had at least the strength of a fifth-level apprentice. There was an irreparable gap in body and experience.

Another nine-year-old girl was trying to kneel down and beg for mercy. Quaid grabbed her legs and threw her against the wall. Several muffled sounds came from the wall, and the beggar girl was quickly beaten to death. sound.

The broken door of the third room was pushed open from the outside, and Quaid's strong figure appeared at the door. He drunkenly glanced around the house.

"Half-elf cub, are you the only one? Or are they all hiding?"

"Children, children, Father Quaid is here to see you. Stop playing hide and seek with me, or I will catch you one by one and bury your little heads in the mud."

Loki gritted his teeth and said, "There is money they begged for on the table. Take your money, they are not here."

Quaid's eyes widened and he shouted, smelling of alcohol, "You half-elf brat, what are you talking about?"

"You think being favored by old Anthony will give you the capital to negotiate with me?"

The muscles on both sides of Loki's face trembled. After a moment, he finally lowered his head, not looking at Quaid's twisted and threatening face.

"That's right, little half-elf bastard, every beggar here knows that there is no benefit in fighting me, Quaid."

"Now, let me find the hide-and-seek child. This is really a game that people look forward to."

As he spoke, Quaid walked to the nearest hole in the wall. He held the wine bottle in one hand and reached in with the other hand to start digging around.

In the hole in the wall was a ten-year-old beggar named Crud. He usually had little communication with Loki. He begged silently every day. He was often beaten outside in the shabby house. He never knew how to resist, nor did he know when the day would come. Will die silently and miserably.

Crudd kicked Quaid's finger during his struggle, which made Quaid immediately become furious. He put down the wine bottle and punched the hole deep in the wall several times. After feeling the beggar screaming in pain inside, he gave him a big hand Catch the beggar from the hole in the wall.

Quaid held the beggar Crud in one hand, as if he were catching a struggling little mouse.

"Haha, I caught you, try the punishment of failed hide-and-seek."

Loki's masseter muscles were tense, and he did not look up, but the screams of Beggar could still be clearly heard in his ears, and the muffled sound of the punch hitting Beggar's body made the half-elf boy nervous. His fist trembled slightly, and he felt a dull pain in the severed finger of his left hand.

Quaid vented frantically for a while before letting go of the beggar who was moaning helplessly. He then turned to look at the half-elf boy who was standing motionless.

"That's right, little half-elf bastard, you didn't let me find a reason to beat you up, so I'll let you go."

Quaid burped and said, "But I won't let them go."

A foul smell of alcohol sprayed on the face of the half-elf boy. Quaid walked to another hole in the wall. He bent down and saw one of the beggar's legs exposed inside.

Quaid grabbed the beggar's leg, pulled it out and threw it on the ground. Seeing the beggar crawling back to the hole, but with difficulty in his legs and feet, Quaid laughed loudly and pointed at the beggar's leg. An obviously lame leg.

"I remember you, little Cripple, Cripple Lynn, that was still my masterpiece."

Quaid put the wine bottle aside, as if he found something more interesting, walked over and stepped on Linn's lame leg.

"Let him go."

A low and cold voice sounded. It was the half-elf boy who lowered his head slightly.

"Oh, what?"

Quaid buttoned his ears, shook his head and said contemptuously: "Haha, I heard you right, half-elf bastard, do you think you are talking?"

Loki slowly raised his head, "I said - let him go."