This stronghold of the Glory of the Bloody Hand is all wooden buildings, and under the deliberate arson, a large flame has been ignited in a short time.

There were bold paupers nearby, who secretly opened the corner of the broken door, but they were already stunned. Fortunately, the three-story building on fire would not be connected to the dilapidated house, and they would not have to rush for their lives.

The light of the fire reflected a few corpses on the ground, but the shadow of the half-elves that caused all this was long gone, and only the empty streets remained......

The fire grew thicker and thicker, as if to dispel a thick fog in the night sky, revealing only faint faint stars and a single red and somewhat eerie blood moon.

Today is the 'Blood Night', the blue moon is completely obscured, and it is rumored by the church and the common people that every night, some evil things will take advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos, of course, this is just a legend......

In the dark night of the Fog Castle City, the fire of the three-story building was very obvious, and after a while, remembering the sound of hurried footsteps, the city guards, and even some night patrols led by some church knights, rushed to this place......

The half-elf was familiar with the corner of the street in Fog Castle City, and with the help of the glimmer night vision, he avoided everyone without leaving a trace.

It won't be everyone, but most of the members of the Bloody Hand Glory Society have become corpses, and the gang that has existed in Fog Castle for more than a decade has been completely wiped out overnight.

The half-elf was very vindictive, and the coldness in his eyes had not diminished a little.

The hatred must be doubled back, the Blue Moon Shinrikyo 'Pastor Baker', and Grote's uncle 'Harvey Sr.', but the enemies of these two forces are much more difficult to deal with than the gangsters.

Revenge is a glass of wine, and some patience is also required.

Loki grinned as he felt the severed finger of his left hand in the glove, and the bars of teeth that were exposed were also terrifying.

Silently stalking in the dark, he quickly returned to the inn.

Approaching the door of the inn, you can hear the noise of drinking inside, and you can even hear the dwarves' loud voices, singing to the rhythm of an instrument.

"Running among the rocks of the mountains, the dwarven hammer followed him all his life. ”

"Hammer in hand, cute little one......"

"Knock and fight, find the minerals, make the axe, and protect the great hill dwarven tribe. ”

"Hey, as long as you dig two more mines, you can lie down in the ore and drink tonight......"

The half-elf crept into the inn and found that it was the dwarven 'stump', snatched a human bard's tambourine and asked him to accompany him with the ukulele and sing this dwarven tune.

Following the cheerful atmosphere, Loki ate half a roast rabbit and drank a large glass of strong rum.

Deputy Head Benson came over and said, "Head Loki, it turns out that you are here, I thought you were out just now......

"Breathe at the door before, Mr. Benson, you don't need to be so outside on this occasion, just call me Loki!"

As he spoke, the half-elf brought himself another glass of wine, collided with Deputy Head Benson, and drank it again.

Deputy Head Benson's face was a little red with the effect of alcohol, he had already drunk a lot, but he still maintained a certain amount of sobriety.

He shook his head, but still refused: "For the formal chamber of commerce, this is not very in line with the rules, and it is not respectful......"

Loki smiled, "Whatever you want, just follow what you're used to." ”

After a hearty drinking, some people were drunk and couldn't support it, so they fell asleep directly on the chair or lying on the ground, and the night passed quickly.

......

The next morning, all the members of the Senjin Brotherhood had cleaned up and left the inn.

First went to the rented chamber of commerce stronghold, which was a warehouse not far from the trade market, and there were several vacant dilapidated houses next to it, which could be used to store some goods, and tidy up, so that nearly twenty members of the merchant group could rest and live.

The location is not bad, and the size of the house warehouse is basically in line with Loki's original requirements, and it is obvious that Deputy Head Benson has put a lot of thought into it.

Ordinary traders, with a size of less than twenty people, don't actually need a stronghold, but Loki has some higher expectations in his heart.

After looking at this stronghold, most of the members of the merchant group of the 'Senjin Brotherhood', with some of the weapons and equipment goods trafficked this time, went directly to the big bazaar to determine the buyers of the transaction.

Thinking of the notes and roster I looked through last night, most of them were weapons quenched and poisoned, commonly used by thieves to refine poisons, and relevant experience and knowledge in identifying and preventing poisons.

The dead black hand Borg was obviously good at thief poisons, and some of the lessons he had written down by his own hand.

Loki's massive memory storage, a quick flip through it, illustrations and generic words, imprinted in the head will not be forgotten.

There are also some lists of merchants that the Bloody Hand Glory Society has contacted, but except for some human traffickers and slave traders, the rest is a channel for selling stolen goods, which is not helpful to the weapons business of the half-elves.

When I arrived at the gate of the big bazaar, I found that there was some chaos inside, and unlike the noisy atmosphere of the usual trading, some merchants and caravans were crowding out outside.

"Sir, okay, please give you a copper......"

"Have mercy on me, just give me some bread, generous sir. ”

There was also a group of small, thin beggars in tattered clothes, who took the opportunity to beg for a meager copper coin or food from a passing well-dressed merchant.

Loki saw a few familiar short shadows, beggars he had asked for some news before.

Carol also stretched out a pair of dirty little hands, her legs trembling slightly, and a little bead of sweat on her forehead. Not because of fear, but on her thin back, there was a younger, sick girl who kept coughing.

Carol fed all the white bread she had begged for yesterday to Becky.

It's just that this five-year-old half-elf little girl, who is sick and doesn't get better at all, and the beggars in the house persuade her to give up, saying that this half-elf mongrel will definitely die, and there is no need to waste food.

Becky might really die, but why call her a half-elf mongrel...... We are all the same, we are all beggars who will starve to death at any time, and we will die of illness.

Hopefully I will meet generous and good people, just like the half-elf gentleman yesterday......

A stack of copper coins fell on her hand, and a shadow covered her head, Carol looked up in surprise, only to find that it was the imagination in her mind, the half-elf adventurer.

The little girl hurriedly said, "Thank you, generous sir!"

"Where there is gain, there is giving. Tell me some news here......"

In an unobtrusive corner, from the mouth of a little girl begging, Loki asks for some news.

It turned out that not long ago, a knight of the Blue Moon Shinrikyo entered the Grand Bazaar with several church guards, and heard that it was related to the members of the Blood Bottle Gang where the beggar belonged. No matter how many little girls there are, they don't know.

Demons, cultists, and cultists may also have something to do with the Honor of the Bloody Hand that was destroyed last night......

Loki frowned slightly, looking at the smaller, sick figure that the thin little girl was holding on her back.

With the lowest living conditions of the beggar, the little half-elf girl who is thin and pale may not support it until tomorrow, and the night can take her life.

Potions, and even more magical 'healing magic', there are many ways in this world to cure this simple disease, but even the poor do not have such a good life, let alone the lower beggars.

"Put her down and let me check ......"

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