Journey to the Half-Elf Plane

It was not yet early morning, the sky was gray and foggy, and the surroundings were still a little dark, but Loki's biological clock made him wake up on time at this time every day.

Loki rubbed his stomach, and there was a low growl in his abdomen. He took a deep breath, and his hunger quickly cleared his mind.

The quantum biocomputer continued to consume energy, and he needed to replenish food.

He reached into a hole nearby and pulled out a tied rag bag.Unwrapping the package, there were several pieces of fist-sized black bread that felt as hard as rocks.

Loki swallowed, moistened his throat a little, then picked up a few crumbs with his fingers, and swallowed them, so that his stomach could adapt first.

Then he took a piece of black bread as big as his fist and bit it with his teeth.

Rocky's masseter muscles are much more developed than ordinary people, probably because of frequent eating, and even his teeth are much harder than those of ordinary children.

His dark blond hair was messed up into a bird's nest. Although he was only ten years old, his gray eyes were particularly bright in the darkness. The masseter muscles on both sides of his small face were constantly moving up and down, making people feel that he was a person with an extremely determined character.

Just listen to the black bread like a pile of bricks being smashed, and the sound of 'Crack, Crack...' keeps repeating.After a while, three fist-sized pieces of black bread entered his stomach.

The sky gradually started to get brighter, and after a while, noisy footsteps came from the broken house.

"You little bastards, all get up and work, each one is lazier than the other."

"Do you want me to find Quaid and let him teach you a lesson in person?"

The one shouting loudly was Quaid's deputy named Jamie. Most of the time he was responsible for collecting money and supervising the beggars. He was not as cruel as Quaid, but he would often take it out on the beggars.

"Get out of here. Whoever stays at home will watch if I don't beat you."

Currently, most of the children in the broken houses make a living by begging. Of course, there are also some older beggars who bully the younger ones and extort some money. Loki will not do this, and he rarely begs.

Because of his status as a half-elf, he would often be insulted and discriminated against when begging. Sometimes he would say, "Master, please do me a favor and reward me with a copper." He would only receive a hard slap in the face in response. He would happily say "Little elf bastard, this is the reward you deserve."

The elves are a beautiful and proud race that hides in the depths of the unknown jungle. According to human oral tradition, the elves are a race without worries. They spend thousands of years studying art and enjoying themselves. According to legend, there are also elf priests and elf druids. Such spellcasters, beautiful and powerful elves make humans crazy with jealousy.

The negative emotions are vented on the half-elves. Although half-elves are not as beautiful and elegant as elves, they have pointed ears like elves. What is even more annoying is that their lifespans are much longer than humans.Half-elves have no power to protect themselves and no racial backing. Over time, they are called a discriminated inferior ethnic group.

From birth, few people pitied Loki for his half-elf identity. Reality soon made him understand that it was useless for half-elf to beg.

In order not to starve to death, in addition to initially rummaging for food in the garbage and eating all the insects and plant roots that could be eaten, he quickly learned to steal. He had to do this. In addition, the half-elf also had some dexterity. Advantage.

Walking north along the path outside the dilapidated house, Loki walked quickly. He passed through several slum streets before arriving near the large market where human merchants often visited.

This big market is not the territory of the Black Street Brotherhood, but it is equally chaotic and mixed. There are wealthy businessmen in gorgeous clothes, occasionally nobles or knights, and there are also poor people in the lower class.

This is the territory of the Blood Bottle Gang. There are definitely a lot of thieves, thieves, and gangsters who extort money. If you want to survive here, the most basic element is to have a pair of good eyes, see clearly, and stay away from everyone you shouldn't mess with.

Rocky has been living here all year round, and he is extremely familiar with the location of every shelf. His eyes are now much better than before, and he immediately tasted the benefits of visual optimization.

Loki will observe each person as quickly as possible, record various characteristics, compare and analyze the amount of property on the target, the probability of stealing without being discovered, and where to maximize the probability of success.

 A bunch of translucent character tables quickly appeared on the retina. The system analysis may not be more accurate than humans, but the speed is definitely much faster than the human brain.

Loki quickly followed a target who looked like a businessman, and when the crowd was chaotic, he took the money bag from his arms from below. No one would notice him, and Loki quickly disappeared along with the crowd.

"Ultron, continue to collect all the images I have observed, create a background task, use 10% of the computing resources to convert the images into numbers, and keep them for later use."

"Under execution, Master."

Stealing is just a necessary means of survival for the current ten-year-old half-elf.But the quantum biological computer was not born for theft. Loki has accumulated too much anger and coldness in his heart. He still has to work hard to improve and optimize the biological computer and get rid of his current life.

When it was almost noon, Loki saw a few familiar figures, they were beggars from other broken houses. Several beggars came to him one after another to exchange food for copper coins, and Loki accepted them one by one.

In the afternoon, the flow of people gradually decreased, and Loki had already stopped. He touched several money bags in his arms. Just by squeezing a few times and shaking the sound, he would know how much money was in them. Most of the goods received were Coppers, and only two slightly smaller coins were silver coins.

In a deserted corner, Loki took out a silver coin and took a quick look at it, then immediately put it away. One side of the silver coin was printed with the image of a crown, and the other side was a slave under a whip. Both of these coins were silver coins issued by the Austro-German Empire. One can be exchanged for at least a hundred coppers.

Two streets away from the big market, Loki walked into a 'Wildhammer Daddy' brand weapons store.

The weapons store is not very big. The log structure around the house looks very strong. An elderly dwarf stands behind the counter. His height is only 139 centimeters to be precise. Only a big head is exposed behind the counter, and his face is covered with growth. He had a long gray beard and looked at Loki with two bean-like eyes.

Loki didn't say anything and just walked in and looked at the weapons on the surrounding walls and shelves.

"Little brat Loki, I won't give you any charity. Why are you here again?"

The old dwarf's somewhat impatient voice came from behind Loki.

Loki didn't look back and replied casually: "Old guy, when did I beg from you? I came to see the weapons."

The old dwarf came out from behind the counter. His beard was tall and trembling, and his two small eyes stared at the half-elf boy who was taller than him, looking quite funny.

"Half-elf kid, don't get my weapon dirty."

The old dwarves Cooper and Wildhammer were the owners of this weapons store. Of course he knew the kid named Loki who came to the store. This half-elf kid bought several things from him, including defective short knives, polished daggers, etc. The broken spear points and small blades are all worthless bargains.

Although Loki had taken care of business many times, when Wildhammer thought about it afterwards, he always felt that he had suffered a big loss and was deceived by this little thing. For example, if you buy a spear tip, you should give a broken wooden stick as a gift. A blade should be polished on three sides to be extremely sharp. The pitiful-looking half-elf kid always says words that are hard to refuse.

"I knew it, I knew it..." Loki's voice sounded faintly.

The dwarf's beard jumped up instantly, and his two bean-like eyes stared at the half-elf boy, "What do you know?"

"Hey!" Loki shook his head slowly, sighed and continued: "You have too few types of weapons here."

"Half-elf little bastard, what do you know? I swear by my dwarf ancestors, I have seen all the weapons, and they can be made in a day without me here."

Loki looked at the furious dwarf and said, "Then have you ever heard of a crescent-shaped dagger, with a blade shorter than the handle, used with the backhand, and a dagger with a crescent-shaped blade?"

"What the hell is that?" Father Wildhammer took out a small notebook and wrote in it, "Is this it?"

Loki didn't answer, and took out half of the parchment from his arms. On it was the weapon blueprint he had prepared.

Father Wildhammer took the drawing and looked at the pattern on the parchment strangely. There were many numbers in it, which clearly marked the size ratio and so on.

"Tactical claw knife?"