Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

There was no trace of panic on the half-elf boy's face as he continued.

"Quaid does have a background. He is the leader of the Black Street Brotherhood in charge of human trafficking. In addition, he has a good uncle named Harvey. This old Harvey has a noble background, but in the end he did not inherit the title. Now he is the head of the city hall. The Lord's butler."

"So, his death is very dangerous. The Black Street Brotherhood and Old Harvey will pursue it. It is very dangerous."

Loki's gray eyes flashed with determination, and he continued: "But it is me who is in danger, not Hazel and the others, so I beg you, Teacher Olivia, to take them in."

"If you have seen them, you should understand that Ned and Linn will become good helpers who are hardworking and hardworking. Four-year-old Hazel is smarter and stronger. If you want to find another student or assistant, Hazel can definitely do the job. .”

Hearing this, Hazel covered her mouth with her little hands and said in shock: "Brother Loki, what about you? Don't leave..."

Everyone else looked at the half-elf boy in surprise, as if they couldn't figure out why he said this and why he didn't stay?

Tauren Duncan said anxiously: "Little half-elf, where can you go as a child?"

Olivia frowned, "Have you already thought about it?"

Loki nodded and said: "Yes, kill Quaid. If I stay and hide in the city, that would be the stupidest choice. Not only Hazel and the others will be in trouble, but I myself will not be able to escape."

After giving the panicked little girl a comforting look, the half-elf boy said in a deep voice.

"So, leaving alone is the best choice."

Olivia said: "Then where do you plan to go?"

Loki smiled: "Everyone knows that I will leave the city and go north to the nearby Mist Tower to take shelter, or I will escape by boat along the Cooper River. Of course I will not fail to keep my promise. .”

After saying that, he looked at his two beggar companions who were in a daze and said: "Ned, Linn, from today on you are no longer beggars. You don't have to live a life of begging and being beaten, but you still have A huge responsibility - Hazel, she is our sister, do you understand?"

Four-year-old Hazel was already crying like a tearful person next to her. She couldn't wipe away the tears from her big eyes with her little hands. After a while, her nose and tears wiped her entire little face.

Ned and Linn also looked at the crying little girl and nodded solemnly.

Loki said in a low voice: "If you can't take care of her, I won't let you go when we meet again, do you understand?"

"We understand, Loki, take care of yourself along the way."

Tauren Duncan scratched his head and said: "Little half-elf, it seems that you have thought about it a long time ago, and I am worried about you in vain."

"Thank you Duncan, there is one more thing I need your help with. I would like a map that you have used and marked."

The tauren laughed, "I knew it wouldn't be so easy to get rid of you, you cunning little half-elf."

Olivia took a relatively sophisticated map, which marked many roads that could be taken to the north. There were two marked routes leading to the Mist Camp not far from the Fog Castle.

On the map, you have to cross the Cooper River further north and then reach the dense jungle uninhabited land. There is a safe trade road and two adventurer trails, but the surrounding wilderness is full of ferocious beasts and it is not suitable to go there. .

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Goodbyes are always short, and Loki doesn't dare to stay here longer.

After a long time, people may become suspicious. After saying goodbye to everyone in a hurry, the half-elf boy quietly disappeared into the night outside the circus.

Continuing through several deserted city streets, the sound wave auditory system suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, more than one person's footsteps, and after careful analysis, there were also some subtle metal friction sounds.

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bsp; After a while, Loki's low-light vision clearly saw the people coming. They were more than a dozen night watch soldiers wearing upper body armor. The half-elf boy hid in an inconspicuous dark place in advance, and easily escaped this wave of night guards. Inspection.

At the same time, the optic nerve image also quietly collects information, and analyzes the general attributes of the soldiers through their walking pace, body movements, etc. The highest attributes are slightly higher than ordinary people. At most, they can be regarded as the strength of a second-level professional apprentice, and they can easily escape even if they are discovered.

The street corner was quiet. When they arrived at the door of Father Wildhammer's weapons store, Loki did not choose to knock on the door. Instead, he went around the wall of the backyard, found a few climbable gaps, and quietly climbed over the back wall.

The weapons store was dark, but the darkness did not affect him. The half-elf boy found the old dwarf's room familiarly and knocked gently on the door.

"What kind of bastard disturbed Father Wildhammer's rest?"

The old dwarf opened the door. He was wearing pajamas and reading glasses, with a ridiculous long nightcap on his head, and a thick half-opened memory note in his hand.

"It's you, little Loki. You escaped after being beaten. Look at how seriously injured you are again. You should have left that damn place long ago."

Loki smiled and said, "Father Wildhammer, I'm here to pick up the last batch of custom-made weapons, and I want to say goodbye to you on the way."

The old dwarf quickly put down his reading glasses, walked out of the house and said anxiously: "What happened? Are you afraid that I won't let you stay in the store?"

There was nothing to hide from the old dwarf who cared about him. Loki quickly made a brief introduction and then asked him about the weapons.

Old Wildhammer shook his head and sighed. Dwarves are upright and stubborn, but they are not stupid. The old dwarf also understood why Loki had to leave.

They came to the weapons shelf one after another, and the old dwarf helped to select some weapons and tools of moderate weight and high quality, "Dogleg knives, mountain knives, serrated daggers, crossbows, why are you carrying such a crossbow? Can you handle it?"

Loki nodded and said: "I am running for my life in the wilderness, but it is not necessarily the only danger that comes from behind. Of course, I must be as prepared as possible."

The old dwarf thought for a while and felt that he was right, so he said nothing more.

After putting away the weapons and other tools, the old dwarf took out a small black hammer from the bedroom. The small hammer was about the size of an ordinary person's hand and had some words engraved on it. It was not a common language commonly used by humans, and Loki could not recognize it.

"This can be regarded as a token of our Wildhammer family. Every dwarf named Wildhammer will have such a small thing, which is used to identify the quality of the ore. The dwarven characters on it are engraved with the owner's name and achievements."

"Take it and take the path in the Shenmist Forest to the north. It will take no more than half a month to find the Gray Wall Adventure Town. My nephew Pigou Wildhammer is there. He will definitely take you in."

Looking at the old dwarf with a solemn expression, Loki nodded gratefully and took the dwarf's token. This might be a good place to go.

"Okay, little half-elf, get out of here now. I don't want to see you again in a year or two."

"Goodbye, Father Wildhammer."

The old dwarf didn't want to see the scene of separation, so he just sighed and returned to the bedroom. He opened the thick memory notebook again, took out a quill, and felt a little uncomfortable...

At this time, there was another low cry of a goat from the backyard, followed by a sound of people leaving. He quickly opened the small wooden window and saw only the back door being quietly closed in the darkness.

"Hey, little half-elf, you stole my old goat. What a cunning little bastard. Why are you carrying such a heavy thing?"

The old dwarf smiled and patted the table, then picked up the pen in his hand and continued writing his memory notes.

"The old goat has also left. He no longer needs to stay in the boring sheepfold, but like the young me, he has embarked on another unknown road."