Loki's voice was smooth and clear, but it gave the listener a piercing chill.

"Little Finger, do you know why they call you that? Because your guts are smaller than your fingers, and you are stunned by the cutting of your little fingers. The beggar saw that he was more numerous, and his body advantage was obvious, so he said disdainfully.

A small smile flashed across Loki's face, "Your name is Tels, right? ”

"Half-elf bastard, we'll take good care of you now, poor Littlefinger. ”

Tess scolded indifferently, waved her hand, and the three beggars approached together.

Loki's retina shows some auxiliary data, including not only the physical attributes of both sides, but also some environmental data, wind speed 1.1m/s, air humidity 70%, target distance 19m, angle error correction......

The half-elf boy suddenly lifted his robe, only to see a short-armed crossbow hidden in his arms, and in an instant, he had already raised his arm and aimed at it.

The three beggars didn't have time to react in a hurry, but they were about to stop in a hurry.

With a 'hum', the crossbow string flicked up, and one of the bolts turned into a black shadow, and it hit the target with lightning speed.

Thales fell to the ground and suddenly screamed in pain, the sharp crossbow arrow had pierced his calf, and the other two beggars had completely stood still, fear already written on their faces, and they didn't know what to do.

"That's a crossbow, grab it, it takes time to shoot an arrow, rush over. ”

Tess, screaming in pain, was still sane, and he commanded the two companions beside him.

Hearing the shout, the two beggars came to their senses, and although they couldn't hide the fear on their faces, they knew that the only way to survive was to get close and kill the half-elf mongrel.

Loki did pause when he shot a crossbow bolt, which was more powerful than expected, but not capable of fast winding, and he quickly put the crossbow down and drew a tactical claw knife from his waist.

A beggar shouted, "Without the crossbow he is finished, he can't use his left hand, kill him." ”

The two beggars also took out the small short knives that are usually used to intimidate and protect themselves, and the closer they got closer, the more aggressive they became, and within a distance of twenty or thirty steps, they rushed towards the half-elf boy together.

These two beggars are usually good at fighting, but they must have never killed people with knives, and their methods are not as good as Loki, who did not have biocomputer-assisted before, let alone his higher strength now.

Loki also rushed head-on, and the two beggars had just raised their arms and were about to attack, when in a moment of time, he quickly moved to the left side, and his right tactical claw slammed into a rapid flat slash.

First, he cut the arms of the beggars one by one, and before his short dagger landed, Loki's right arm recovered some immediate reverse hook movements, and the tactical claw knife immediately turned around, and the blade quickly cut a hole in the chest and abdomen of the beggar next to him.

One beggar, who was still menacing just now, was now wailing loudly in pain, while the other beggar was blocked by his companion's body and could not immediately participate in the siege.

Soon the wounded beggar's screams came to an abrupt end, and before he could fall to the ground with a serious injury to his chest and abdomen, Loki's eyes were quick and his backhand quickly wiped his neck, and a terrifying roll of flesh oozed with blood, and the beggar died in agony.

The other beggar could no longer contain his fear, and turned and fled in a hurry, ignoring the danger in front of him.

Loki leaned over and picked up the short-armed crossbow on the ground, and raised the bowstring with some effort with both hands, and then with a soft 'buzz' sound, the crossbow bolt shot directly through the heart of the target, and the beggar snorted and died directly.

"Don't kill me, Littlefinger, it's Boss Carré who told us to follow you. ”

Regardless of the pain in his injured leg, Thales scrambled backwards.

"We didn't want to kill you, Littlefinger, spare me, I'm useful to you......"

Loki pulled out the crossbow arrow that had pierced the beggar's heart, rubbed the blood on it, and put it back in the quiver, he smiled and nodded, looked at the last beggar embarrassed, and said, "Yes, everyone has his use." ”

"You gave me the nickname 'Littlefinger', you call me that, aren't you afraid that I will kill you directly?"

Telles was incoherent, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Loki, please don't kill me......"

After Loki packed up his crossbow and put his hood back on, he suddenly asked, "I'm hungry, did you bring anything to eat?"

The beggar hurriedly touched his pocket and said hesitantly: "I still have some money on me, but I don't have anything to eat." ”

A tactical claw knife flashed in front of his eyes, and the sharp counterblade directly cut half of his neck, and the tracheal arteries were all torn.

Tess spurted a large amount of blood from his neck, and his eyes widened as he stared at the half-elf boy's back in disbelief, the last sound echoing in his ears.

"I don't even have anything to eat, so what's the use of me keeping you?"

......

Within a few days, a total of four beggars had disappeared, causing panic not only in the seventh room, but also some speculation among other beggars.

"Did you hear that Littlefinger did it, and all four of Carré's men were thrown into the moat by him. ”

"Yes, yes, I heard that the crocodiles in the ditch in the moat like to eat the corpses of some children, and someone has seen them eat for the past two days, and it is those four guys. ”

"Littlefinger used to be terrible, but now it's getting worse. However, it was a great thing to kill Carré's gang. ”

As the rumors spread, the other beggars began to rejoice again, and Carré's usual style made all the beggars hate and fear, and finally someone found fault with him, and indeed gave these poor beggars a bad breath.

It was almost dark when Loki finished his business outside and returned to the dilapidated house.

Due to the recuperation of his injuries some time ago, the half-elf boy owes a lot of favors and a lot of money, and the trauma potion brought back by Hazel alone, the food and copper that Ned and the others bring back from time to time are not what the beggars can afford usually.

These gifts to the old dwarf, the female dwarf, and the minotaur side, Loki accepted these helps, and cheekily borrowed a little money, and in the end they all had to be repaid.

Hazel was humming something through her nose and chewing on some food from time to time in her little mouth, and when she saw Loki come in, she happily came over to say hello.

"Brother Loki, you eat one too. Hazel handed over a black-brown strip of jerky.

Loki opened his mouth and bit it, the taste was exactly the same as in his previous life, but who could understand the taste.

This jerky is not a specialty of this world, to be precise, the jerky is the evolution of the information beam sprinkled by the 'Star Consciousness Seed' five days ago - Inner Mongolia beef jerky, the packaging is clearly written, but it has been directly destroyed by Loki.

The seed of astral consciousness completely subverts the scientific cognition of ordinary people, and Loki once believed that the information bundle and consciousness can only be displayed in the brain's thought space, or some information consciousness can be directly shared with the brain, and knowledge is directly instilled in his brain.

But all this is different from the creation of imagination, the creation of consciousness, and the transformation of consciousness information into objects in reality, which is obviously completely divorced from the common sense of science and physics.

Loki shook his head, at least so far it's not a bad thing, the astral consciousness seed throws a beam of information every seven days, and it's easy to understand that beam of information, but if you want to concretize the beam of information, it will cost Loki some of his consciousness spirit, and both times the concretization of the beam of information makes his brain hurt like a crack.