CHAPTER XXIV

Stopped by his beggar companion Tals, Carré gradually stopped his movements and said, "Loki, Littlefinger, unless you hide in the broken house forever, I will see how you die outside." ”

He scolded Littlefinger and the half-elf mongrel a few more insults, and several other beggars in the seventh house echoed and cursed Littlefinger and so on.

Loki looked at them calmly, only cold and gloomy in his eyes, and his hard heart was not affected by other emotions such as anger and grievances.

After a while, the beggars in the seventh house finally left, and before leaving, they snatched all the money from Hazel, and the four-year-old girl cried in a low voice.

Pulling over the squatting and crying Hazel, Loki touched her little head and comforted, "Don't worry, I have other options." ”

"Wait for Nedlynn and them to come back, and take these things to find the old dwarf Brute Hammer and the circus Minotaur Duncan. Take my letter and tell them that Loki asked him to do it. ”

After saying that, Loki tore a piece of broken straw paper in half and wrote two letters each, and the last of his money in the broken house had been robbed, and he had to seek help from the outside world.

The two tactical claw knives were gone, and Loki had no hope of recovering them, he used the blades he had used before as tokens, believing that the old dwarf and Olivia would understand through this.

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Loki had most of the flesh wounds on his body, and he looked very serious and miserable, but it didn't take long to recover.

In two or three days, he was able to move freely on the ground, and by the sixth day, the injuries had stopped affecting his physical activity.

Of course, the injuries on his body were not completely healed, but the pain could no longer affect him.

"Ultron, reduce the nociceptive stimulus response by another 10%, and don't completely strip the pain function as long as it is not pain that affects movement. ”

"Performing, Master, after 10% pain peeling, it will continue to adapt to the peeling at 1% per second. ”

During these few days of recuperation, Loki's body often couldn't move, so he once again devoted himself to the quantum biocomputer.

This optimization is relatively simple, much simpler than the previous functional optimizations, and does not need to collect any data, but in the brain feelings, the direct and crude establishment of the nociceptive stimulus response shielding system does not even consume much computing resources, and it is surprisingly smooth to complete in one step.

With Loki's injury this time, the reputation of his little finger has also spread through the mouth of the beggar, and some people will even refer to Loki by this nickname as a means of respect.

Loki moved his body alone in the ruined house, and the tactical claw knife in his hand was more coherent and ferocious, these two short blades were not the previous ones, but the old dwarf had spent time rebuilding and brought to him through Hazel.

The optic nerve image shows some numbers, with 47% proficiency in the Beginner Dagger and 61% in the Beginner Short-Blade Throwing.

The data was not strictly based on the standards of ordinary professionals, but was collected and summarized by the system itself, and compared with Olivia's former images, Loki was not sure what the difference was between this and the same strength.

However, this proficiency level is set in the form of a percentage progress bar, which makes him gain something every time he practices and has a sense of achievement.

In the past few days, Quaid has not troubled him, not that this trafficker obeys the orders of the gang, but that he has heard that his uncle's title has been found, and if he has some more connections, he will no longer need to be a housekeeper for the lord, and Quaid, as the only collateral blood relative, will naturally devote himself to this.

The news of the last theft was further fermented, and Loki didn't need to look closely into it to already know that the beggars in the seventh house had framed him, and he had engraved everyone's names in his head, and Carré and Tales in particular were deeply remembered by him.

As for the Blue Moon Shinrikyo group, the hypocritical and vicious priests and clergy, Loki is too weak now to keep this grudge in his heart.

There is also Quaid, who has sinister means, and he will not let it go either, but he must be further strengthened himself, and he has to wait for a better opportunity.

Loki put on a short robe with a hood, he hid his ears and other obvious features under the hood, and his left hand wrapped in gauze was in his pocket, and he quietly left the broken house alone.

The half-elf boy was not fast, nor did he walk in the street hideaway, and a figure followed him in the distance.

Loki walked into the 'Hammer Daddy Weapons Shop', and the figure behind him snuck in the doorway for a moment, then hid around the corner.

Soon, the half-elf boy came out of the weapon shop again, although he didn't stay in it for a while, but when he came out, he had a package under his arm.

In this way, following Loki's footsteps, the shadows behind him followed a few more streets, and finally arrived at the territory of the Blood Vial Gang, but there were fewer and fewer people around.

Turning a corner, the figure in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the following beggar suddenly ran forward two steps, but the surroundings were empty.

Where's Littlefinger?

After looking around to no avail, there was a sudden 'buzz' bowstring sound behind him, and the beggar didn't have time to react at all, a black shadow streaked through the air, and he immediately lost consciousness.

The bolt hit the back of the head with precision, passing through the skull, the sharp metal arrow peeking through the mouth, and the beggar's corpse fell to the ground with wide eyes, as if everything was so unbelievable.

An arrow kills, although he is also a beggar, but for the person who framed him, Loki has no extra mercy.

Holding the corpse's head with his mutilated left hand, he slowly pulled out the crossbow arrow from the corpse's mouth, rubbed the blood stains of the weapon on the corpse's clothes, took his remaining money, put on his hood and slowly disappeared into the deserted street.

The death of a beggar is like a wave, let alone a wave that dies on someone else's territory, of course, it will not attract the attention of the Black Street Brotherhood, but only cause some panic among the beggars in the seventh house.

Carré stopped the beggar's noise and said, "Find Cecil, no one will say that he is dead, and tomorrow everyone will look for him." ”

Telles nodded and agreed, "Boss Carré is right, except for that time when Littlefinger was cornered, when have you ever seen him kill, he is just a half-elf without guts." ”

Carré said, "Yes, you were frightened by a coward, who had ever heard of a half-elf who would dare to kill. ”

"He doesn't dare to do anything to us, otherwise he will do it early in the morning, Cecil may be lost, he has just been sold to Fog Castle City for a few years. ”

The other beggars finally settled down, they felt that a half-elf had nothing to fear, let alone a half-elf who was seriously injured and thinner than themselves.

"Tels, tomorrow you will be responsible for taking two people and follow him. ”

Carré continued, "Grasp his whereabouts, tell me when the opportunity is right, and then let's all do it together, I'm fed up with Littlefinger's half-elf face." ”

For the next two days, Tales and her two beggars tried to track them, but the target was looming from time to time, and they never knew the exact trace of the half-elf boy.

At the same time, the rest of the Seventh House had already searched for the missing Cecil, but there was no good news.

Loki tightened his hood, and he had just come out of the city circus and was walking towards the north of the town, but his figure stopped and stopped, as if he had no exact purpose.

Tess and the two beggars continued to follow for a while, and the nearby streets became narrower and narrower, which was the territory of the Blood Vials, surrounded by some slum habitats.

The narrow street was blocked by a wall, and there was a dead end in front of it, and the half-elf boy finally stopped.

He turned slowly, removing his hood to reveal a dark blonde hair with distinctly half-elf features, and raised his head, his gray eyes as cold as ice, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.

"I'm more anxious than me, don't you want to live a few more days?"