Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

With a bang, the wooden door of the conference room was kicked open, and several knights wearing fine mail armor swarmed in.

After breaking in, several knights drew their swords from their waists, and everyone in the office immediately became wary of each other.

Immediately afterwards, as the faces of the leaders of the Black Street Brotherhood changed drastically, an old man with neat silver-gray hair and a standard noble butler outfit walked out from behind.

The old man's face was terrifyingly gloomy. He took off his gloves and looked at everyone in the room. On his iconic aquiline nose, a pair of sinister eyes looked at everyone with a frightening cold light. His voice was unusually sinister.

"Bog, I heard that your people have been looking for someone in Fog Castle all night."

"So, has the person who killed my nephew Quaid been found?"

This old man is none other than Quaid's uncle, Old Harvey, who is also a Lord's butler. He once had a chance to restore his aristocratic status, but now everything is over.

Harvey lost his only collateral blood relative. Even if his family title was restored, he could only adopt an adopted son to inherit the noble status.

Blackhand Berg said: "Mr. Harvey, we have found the traces of the murderer and will send more people to capture him immediately."

Lao Ha's eyes were as cold as a falcon, and he said: "Littlefinger Loki? I heard that he was a half-elf hybrid. Did he kill Quaid himself and tortured Quaid before he died?"

Blackhand Borg secretly shed a few drops of cold sweat and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Harvey, we have already found someone to clean Quaid, and try to make him as decent as possible."

"Dignity? Do you think I want him to die with dignity?"

Anger made old Harvey's face bristle with blood, and he growled coldly: "I want you to capture that half-elf kid alive."

"Bring him back, I will torture this lowly half-elf bastard with my own hands, skin him bit by bit, and hang his skull on the wall of the living room."

Blackhand Borg said: "Please calm down, Mr. Harvey. I have contacted the Thieves Guild and hired a first-level professional who is good at tracking. I will definitely bring all the people to capture Little Finger as soon as possible."

"I'm going to see Quaid's body first. Remember, I'm waiting for your news."

"If you can't satisfy me, you know the consequences the Black Street Brotherhood will bear, let's go..."

After speaking, Old Harvey looked around at the people around him, and then left with a few knights.

Everyone in the Black Street Brotherhood breathed a sigh of relief and discussed for a while. Then, the office door was suddenly pushed open again.

The person who broke in was a young human thief, followed closely by a gang member who didn't have time to stop him and pass the message. He was apologizing to the mafia boss in a panic.

Blackhand Borg waved his hand, repelled the guard, and turned to stare at this familiar member of the Thieves Guild.

This is the seed carefully cultivated by the Fog Castle Thieves Guild. Justin, a first-level thief, is best at tracking. He is also a handsome young man with beautiful golden curly hair. He has a very arrogant personality and does not look at others. .

At this time, Justin was looking at the furnishings in the office playfully, as if he was disdainful of the gang leaders.

"Borg, I heard about your stupidity early in the morning."

Justin smiled a little contemptuously and said: "Mobilized hundreds of people, looking for something, what is it?"

"Yes, half-elf brat, I heard that the famous Black Street Brotherhood not only killed a leader, but was even helpless against him."

All the gang leaders in the office glared angrily, and some even pulled out their weapons. But the young thief was not afraid and continued to taunt him with disdain.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, six angry gangster faces, helpless against a bastard half-elf brat, haha."

Blackhand Borg looked gloomy and said: "That's enough, Justin, the Thieves Guild asked you to come here to assist us, not to mock the Black Street Brotherhood."

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sp; Justin shrugged and said: "Okay, the old guys from the guild asked me to help you, okay, you won't let me find the half-elf kid, right?"

Blackhand Borg frowned and said, "What? Do you have any questions about the half-elf Littlefinger?"

Justin continued: "There is no problem, it's just that such a simple matter for such a half-elf kid has been made so complicated by you, and it also makes you, Blackhand Borg, owe the guild a favor."

"If you ask me, you might as well just spend money to hire me. In a short time, you will capture the half-elf cub alive. If you want to torture or skin him, you can ask for whatever price you want."

One of the leaders said angrily: "Don't underestimate that little finger. He knows how to hide his traces, and it may not be easy to take him down."

"Pinky thumb, haha."

Justin laughed disdainfully: "Is this the nickname that half-elf kid gave himself? It's really stupid, so let me find this little finger."

……

In the morning, based on the clues collected by the Black Street Brotherhood, some traces left by Littlefinger outside Fog Castle were finally found.

Several elites from the Black Street Brotherhood had just tortured the poor people nearby and did not get much useful information. However, after Justin briefly looked at the terrain here, he compared some traces in the area suitable for traveling near the remaining wall and found some traces. Footprints and horse hoof prints.

Justin pointed to a spot on the ground and said: "Look at these, the traces of travel left last night, although some were covered up, it was obviously done by a stupid half-elf kid. The way to cover up the whereabouts was too amateurish."

"On the way to the north, I can catch this little finger alive in a little while."

Ken next to him nodded and called out to the elites of the Black Street Brotherhood who came with him.

Everyone mounted their horses and quickly chased towards the north road.

Time passed by quickly. The elites of the Black Street Brotherhood had been chasing on horseback for more than half a day, and everyone began to feel tired.

But apart from the scattered traces mentioned by the young thief, little finger was not found in the front.The mount finally couldn't bear it any longer, and its tracking speed slowed down a bit.

Ken said with some doubts: "Mr. Justin, are you sure you can find Little Finger on this road? We have been riding horses for most of the day."

Justin said with some contempt: "It's all under my control. You guys should take a rest first."

He pointed at the traces of grass in front of him and said, "Funny little finger, look at the gnawed grass stems on the roadside. He can't run very far while riding a goat."

"It won't take long before we can easily capture the half-elf cub alive."

……

After running for a full day, Loki was tired and hungry, but he could still hold on for a while due to the pain of a weakened system. The sky was gradually getting darker, and he was worried about how to replenish food for tomorrow.

His body suddenly paused, and he felt the ram mount under him stop again. This time, despite the control of the reins in his hand, the old goat didn't even take a step, and ran directly to the roadside and began to chew grass.

The half-elf boy's throat was also a little dry. He took out the water bag he carried with him and drank a large amount of water. The goat, which had eaten a few mouthfuls of grass, heard the sound of water and came to him. He rushed to get the goat's head close to him, intending to take it too. Drink the water from the skin.

Loki patted the ram's head and only fed it a few small sips of water, keeping the rest for later use.

After traveling for almost a day, many caravans appeared on this road during the day, but Loki chose to avoid them quietly and hide his whereabouts as much as possible.

However, for him who has low-light night vision, things are different at night.

It was getting dark. The half-elf boy stood on a slope, looking down at the light of a campfire looming in the distance. It should be a temporary campsite for a caravan.

Loki's little face finally became less tense, "I've been tired and hungry all day, and now I finally have food and supplies."