It wasn't early in the morning, the sky was foggy, and there was still some darkness around, but Loki's biological clock kept him awake at this time of day.

Loki rubbed his stomach, a low sound in his abdomen, and he took a deep breath, hunger pangs clearing his mind quickly.

The quantum biocomputer continues to drain energy, and he needs to replenish his food again.

He reached into a hole next to him and pulled out a rag bag that was tied up. Unwrap the package, and inside are several pieces of black bread the size of a fist that are hard as a stone to the touch.

Loki swallowed, soaked his throat slightly, and then pinched a few pieces of bread crumbs with his fingers first, swallowing them so that his stomach could get used to it first.

Then he took another piece of black bread the size of a fist and slumped it with his teeth.

Loki's masseter muscles are much more developed than the average person, which may be due to frequent eating, and even his teeth are much harder than the average child.

His dark blonde hair was a bird's nest, and although he was only ten years old, his gray eyes were exceptionally bright in the dark, and the masseter muscles on both sides of his small face were constantly moving up and down, making people feel that he was an extremely resolute person.

Just listen to the black bread like a pile of broken bricks, repeated with the sound of 'clatter, ......'. In a few moments, three fist-sized pieces of black bread entered his stomach.

It was gradually beginning to lighten, and after a while, there was the sound of noisy footsteps in the broken house.

"Little bastards, they're all up and working, and each one is lazier than the other. ”

"Do you want me to bring Quaid and let him teach you a lesson himself?"

The one who shouted loudly was Quaid's deputy, named Jamie, who most of the time collected money to supervise the beggars, and was not as brutal as Quaid, but he would often take out his anger at the beggars.

"Get out of here, whoever stays at home and watches me won't beat you. ”

At present, most of the children in the broken house make a living by begging, of course, there are some older beggars who specialize in bullying the younger ones to extort some money, Loki will not do this, and he rarely begs.

Because of his half-elf status, he will often be insulted and discriminated against in begging, and sometimes when he says "Master, please do a good job and reward a copper", the response is only a hard slap in the face, and he will happily say "Elf bastard, this is the reward you deserve." ”

The elven race is a beautiful and proud race, hiding in the depths of the unknown jungle, in the oral tradition of humans, the elves are a race without troubles, a thousand years of life is spent on the study of art and enjoyment, and legend has it that there are spellcasters like elven priests and elven druids, beautiful and powerful elves make humans crazy with jealousy.

Negative emotions are vented on the half-elves, although the half-elves are not as beautiful and elegant as the elves, they have elve-like pointed ears, and what is even more annoying is that their lifespan is much larger than that of humans. Half-elves have no power to protect themselves, no race to back them up, and over time they are called discriminated against inferior races.

Since birth, few people have pitied Loki's half-elf identity, and reality makes him quickly understand that it is useless for half-elf to beg.

In order not to starve to death, in addition to initially rummaging through the garbage for food and eating everything that could be eaten, bugs and plant roots, he quickly learned to steal, which he had to do, and the other half-elves also had some advantages in agility.

Heading north along the path outside the house, Loki walked quickly and crossed a few more slum streets before he came to the vicinity of the Great Bazaar, which was frequented by human merchants.

The bazaar was not the domain of the Brotherhood of the Dark Streets, but it was just as chaotic as it was a mix of wealthy merchants dressed in flamboyant costumes, the occasional nobleman or knight, and the lower class of the poor.

This is the territory of the Blood Vial Gang, there are definitely a lot of thieves, thieves, and gangsters who extort money, and if you want to survive here, the most basic element must be to have a good pair of eyes, see clearly, and stay away from everyone you shouldn't provoke.

Loki has been here for many years, and he is extremely familiar with the location of each of these docks, and his eyes are now much better than before, and the visual optimization makes him taste the sweetness immediately.

Loki will observe everyone as quickly as possible, record various characteristics, compare and analyze the amount of property on the target, what is the chance of stealing undetected, and where to start to maximize the probability of success.

A bunch of semi-transparent characters quickly appeared on the retina, and the system analysis was not necessarily more accurate than a human being, but it was definitely much faster than the human brain.

Loki quickly followed a businessman-like target, and when the crowd was chaotic, he snatched the money bag from below, and no one would notice him, and Loki quickly disappeared with the crowd.

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

"It's being executed, Master. ”

Stealing, this is just a necessary means of survival for the current ten-and-a-half-year-old elves. But quantum biocomputers are not made for theft, Loki has too much anger and coldness in his heart, and he has to work hard to improve and optimize biocomputers to get rid of his current life.

When it was almost noon, Loki saw a few more familiar figures, other beggars in a broken house, several beggars came to him one after another to exchange food for copper coins, and Loki also accepted them one by one.

In the afternoon, the crowd gradually decreased, and Loki had already stopped, he felt a few money bags in his arms, and by the feeling of a few pinchs and the sound of shaking, he would know how much money was inside, and most of the receipts were copper, except for two slightly smaller coins that were silver.

In the corner where no one was around, Loki took out the silver coin and took a quick look, and then immediately put it away, the silver coin was printed with the crown head on one side, and the slave under the whip on the other side, both of which were silver coins issued by the Austro-German Empire, one could be exchanged for at least a hundred copper.

Two blocks away from the Grand Bazaar, Loki walked into a weapon shop with the 'Hammer Daddy' brand.

The weapon shop was not very large, the wooden structure around the house was very sturdy, and an elderly dwarf stood behind the counter, his height was only 139 centimeters to be exact, and behind the counter was only a large head, his face was covered with a long gray beard, and two bean-like eyes looked at Loki one by one.

Loki didn't speak, and walked in to look at the weapons on the walls and shelves around him.

"Little ghost Loki, I won't give you any charity, what's the matter with you coming here?"

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

Loki didn't look back, and replied casually: "Old fellow, when did I beg with you, I came to see the weapon." ”

The old dwarf walked out from behind the counter, his beard shaking and his two small eyes staring at the half-elf boy who was a cut above him, looking quite funny.

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

The old dwarf Cooper and Brute Hammer were the owners of this weapons shop, and of course he knew this little imp named Loki who had come to the shop, and this half-elf kid had bought things from him several times, including defective short knives, sharpened spear tips, and small blades, all worthless bargains.

Although Loki has taken care of the business many times, but after thinking about it, Daddy Hammer always feels that he has suffered a big loss and been deceived by this little thing, for example, if he buys a spear tip, he should give a broken wooden stick, and if he buys a blade, he should polish three sides extremely sharp, and the pitiful half-elf boy always says things that are difficult for people to refuse.

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

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

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

"Half-elf bastard, what do you know? I swear by my dwarven ancestors, I've seen all the weapons, and I could have made them in half a day without me here. ”

Loki looked at the furious dwarf and said, "Then have you heard of a crescent-shaped dagger with a blade shorter than the handle, which is used with a backhand and a blade that is also on the concave side of the crescent?"

"What the hell is that?" Daddy Hammer pulled out a small notebook and wrote and drew on it, "Is that it?"

Loki didn't answer, and pulled out half of the parchment from his bosom, on which were the blueprints of the weapons he had prepared.

Hammer Daddy took the drawing, and looked strangely at the pattern on the parchment, there were many numbers in it, clearly identifying the size and proportion, and so on.

"Tactical Clawblade?"