The little girl searched over and over again for a long time, only to find that the wound on her brother's arm had been cut off by himself.

Little Fatuna smeared him with herbs that would speed up healing, and then bandaged them carefully, so careful that Loki was a little impatient.

His gaze shifted to the long staff left behind by the dead kobold, the head of the staff was curved like a withered vine, and the tip below was enough to pierce the flesh, and the dark red body of the staff seemed to have been soaked in blood for a long time, and there was no wood to be seen.

He picked up the wooden staff with his hand through a layer of rags, and suddenly he had an inexplicable feeling, as if he was really fearless.

"Sacrifice the blood of the flesh and gain strength...... Sacrificial ...... Power ......"

It's as if a quiet voice appears in the ear, subtly transmitting some kind of information to the brain.

"What the hell is this, such an evil sect?" Loki smacked his tongue, the sound of which didn't make much of a difference to his stubborn character.

"Ultron, monitoring the information received by the brain, analyzing its content and sources......"

"Executing, Master. ”

After giving an order to the operating system, Loki put the matter aside for a while, and after finding a few layers of rags and wrapping them tightly, he began to clean up the mess around here.

Little Fatuna has been imperceptibly influenced by him for several years, and she did not show any discomfort in such a bloody scene, and helped rummage through some loot.

Doing the dirty work is tiring, and naturally Loki himself does it.

He used a long-bladed hunting knife, one after another, to cut off the kobold's scalp, but unfortunately the great tooth was smashed by him, and there was not even a complete scalp left.

The kobolds were poor and pitiful, and there was not much loot, not even a silver coin could be found, only some copper and inferior ore.

As for the weapons of those elite kobolds, I don't know which unlucky adventurer they snatched them from, and they are not of high value when they are returned, and they are too heavy to carry.

With this time, it is better to collect more 'Blood Man Flowers', which is much more than working hard with kobolds.

In an area of kobolds near here, there are no goblins anymore, and they should have been driven away earlier.

Without the threat of these two humanoids, the collection is much smoother.

With the assistance of little Fatuna's botanical talent, the 'Blood Man Flower' in this area, the two of them spent more than two days, and the package they carried was almost full.

Further into the forest, I found the shadow of goblins, and the dangers posed by some wild beasts.

The eerie blackness of the Burning Wood Forest inevitably makes people feel depressed, and there is no need to venture deeper, this trip has already gained a good harvest.

On the way back, Loki studied the wooden staff from time to time, and he could always detect the bewitching sound, which only he could hear.

The little girl was worried about him, shaking her head to indicate that she didn't feel anything......

"Don't worry, I'm fine. ”

Loki is not a consoling excuse, his memory storage is different from ordinary people, and the brain receives information from the outside world, which can be optimized by quantum biological computers, not to mention such a bewitching voice?

Ultron has analyzed the reason before, guessing that the wooden stick releases some kind of radio wave signal, a strange frequency, which happens to affect the brain, making people think that there is a feeling of whispering temptation in their ears.

It's like a nuisance source of radiation, but it might have some value.

Loki didn't have to figure out these strange phenomena in his previous life for a long time.

In the brain's consciousness, the quantum biocomputer generates a small panel program that locks the brainwave signal into it.

'Sacrificing flesh and blood, gaining strength, black tombstones, is faith, is the ultimate destination'......

The white panel is converted into text, constantly circulating, talking to itself, and these demagogic words will eventually become just a bunch of useless text code, which is regularly thrown into the trash and completely deleted by the system.

As for the evil scepter itself, it still has some value.

After testing, it can absorb some biological flesh and blood, and then it can simply release a black water spell of the evil sect, which is a bit like a super acid splash, without consuming mental power.

It's not like a wizard's work, there is not a single word or familiar rune on it, but the half-elves still call it the 'Blood Staff', and it is strictly forbidden for little Fatuna to touch it.

......

After careful calculation, the trip back to the path between Senjin Town and the dense forest, because there is no need to walk through the dense forest, but the speed is faster.

Loki quietly lifted the left sleeve of his shirt, the wound had healed, but there was some radial black under the skin, as if the capillaries were impregnated with black.

In fact, the system has analyzed it before, and he can accept the bewitching radio waves, probably because he was so injured by the black water.

Although little Fatuna has some talent for botanical medicine, this injury cannot be solved by several attempts at herbal medicine, and the little girl is often sad because of it.

Loki took out the little girl's thumb and walked along, playing some nice tones from time to time, and even some occasional passers-by thought he was the new bard in Senkintown.

At the end of the path is the gap in the wooden wall to the south of Senjin Town, which is of average height and can only block some lost beasts.

Some Senjin militiamen were on duty near the low wall, and when they found some adventurers from time to time, they would charge a lot of taxes, although this was stipulated by the town hall, but only they knew how much oil and water was hung in it.

"Hey, that half-elf, stop ...... me"

Little Fatuna walked aside, with an inconspicuous appearance, and no one usually noticed her.

And what was stopped was that Loki, who was dressed in dust, was suspected of being a half-elf merchant because his package was really not small.

A Senjin militiaman armed with a rattan and wanted to whip the package on his back to see how bold this guy was and how much cargo was inside.

Suddenly, Senkin's wrist was grabbed, and he watched as the palm of the hand, which was missing a little finger, clenched tighter and tighter.

'Ah!' The Senjin militia couldn't help but scream in pain, and several companions next to him immediately surrounded him.

Loki didn't show weakness, pushed the militia on his heels, and said, "Could it be that the law of the town hall has been changed by you?"

He pulled out the adventurer's badge, "Will adventurers also be taxed by you?"

Several Senjin militiamen frowned, and at this time, a fat figure came out of the wooden wall, it was the tax officer he met when he first entered Senjin Town, Rosen Charcha.

"Oh, half-elf, I remember your name, and I remember everyone who paid the tax......"

The fat tax officer, with his smiling eyes, looked at the half-elf as the militia reported to him what had just happened.

"That's right, Loki, congratulations on becoming an adventurer. With this badge recognition, the risky work you engage in, of course, will not be taxed. ”

Rosen Charcha congratulated with a happy expression, as if two different people were different from the difficult attitude of the last time.

Loki nodded, his calm demeanor causing the fat tax collector to squint.

Without any extra politeness, after entering Senjin Town, Loki and the two went directly to the Adventurer's Guild and received the task reward first.