With a 'bang', the wooden door of the conference room was kicked open, and several knights in fine chain mail rushed in.

After breaking in, the knights drew their swords at their waists, and everyone in the office immediately became on guard with each other.

Immediately afterwards, under the drastic change in the faces of the leaders of the Black Street Brotherhood, an old man with neat silver-gray hair and a standard and regular aristocratic butler costume walked out from behind.

The old man's face was terrifyingly gloomy, he took off his gloves and looked at the people in the room, his signature hooked nose, a pair of eerie eyes watching everyone emit a terrifying cold light, and his voice was unusually eerie.

"Borg, I heard that your men have been looking for someone in Fog Castle all night. ”

"So, has the man who killed my nephew Quaid been found?"

This old man was Quaid's uncle, Harvey Sr., who was also a lord steward, who had had the opportunity to restore his nobility, and now it was all over.

Harvey lost his only collateral blood relative, and even if he regained the family title, he could only adopt an adopted son to inherit this noble status.

"Mr. Harvey, we have found the killer and will send more people to get him back soon," said the Black Hand Borg. ”

Lao Ha's eyes were as cold as a falcon, and he said, "Loki Littlefinger, I heard that this is a half-elf mongrel, did he kill Quaid with his own hands, and tortured Quaid before he died?"

Black Hand Borg secretly shed a few drops of cold sweat and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Harvey, we have already found someone to clean Quaid by hand, try to make him more decent." ”

"Decent, you think I want him to die with dignity?"

Anger made old Harvey's face swell with blood, and he roared coldly, "I want you to capture that half-elf cub alive." ”

"Bringing it back, I tortured the lowly half-elf mongrel with my own hands, skinned him little by little, and hung his skull on the living room wall. ”

"Please be angry, Mr. Harvey, I have contacted the Thieves' Guild and hired a first-order professional who is good at tracking tracks, and I will definitely bring all the men to catch Littlefinger as soon as possible." ”

"I'll go meet Quaid's body first, remember, I'm waiting for your news. ”

"If you can't satisfy me, you know the consequences that the Brotherhood of the Black Street will endure, let's go......"

After saying that, old Harvey glanced around at the people around him, and then left with a few knights.

The Brotherhood of the Black Street breathed a sigh of relief and discussed the time for a while, and then the office door was suddenly pushed open again.

Breaking in was a young human thief, followed by a gang member who hadn't had time to stop and pass the word, apologizing to the Black Hand Boss with a panicked face.

With a wave of his hand, Blackhand Borg dismissed the doorman and turned his head to stare at the familiar Thieves' Guild member.

This is the seed carefully cultivated by the Fog Castle Thieves Guild, the first-order thief Justin, who is best at tracking tracks, and at the same time he is also a handsome young man with beautiful golden curly hair, with a very arrogant personality, and he doesn't look at anyone else.

Justin was looking playfully at the various settings in his office, as if he was dismissive of the gang leaders.

"Borg, I've heard about your stupidity early in the morning. ”

Justin smiled a little contemptuously and said, "Mobilized a whole hundred people, looking for something, what?"

"That's right, half-elf cub, I heard that the famous Brotherhood of the Dark Streets not only killed a leader, but even did nothing about him. ”

All the gang leaders in the office glared angrily, and some of them had even drawn their weapons with them, but the young thief continued to let out a wave of disdainful taunts.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, six angry gangster faces, helpless against a bastard half-elf cub, haha. ”

Black Hand Borg looked gloomy and said, "Enough, Justin, the Thieves' Guild asked you to come to assist us, not to mock the Black Street Brotherhood. ”

Justin shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, those old men from the guild asked me to help you, okay, you're not going to let me find that half-elf cub, are you?"

Black Hand Borg frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

Justin continued, "It's not a problem, it's just that such a simple matter of such a half-elf cub has been complicated by you, and it makes you, the Black Hand Borg, owe the guild a favor. ”

"If you want me to say, you might as well have paid me to hire me in the first place. After a while, the half-elf cubs will be captured alive, and if you want to torture or skin them, you can make any offer. ”

One of the leaders said indignantly: "Don't underestimate that little thumb, he knows how to hide his tracks, and it's not always easy to take." ”

"Little Thumb, haha. ”

Justin laughed disdainfully, "Is this the nickname that the half-elf cub gave himself? It's stupid, so let me find out this little thumb." ”

......

In the morning, according to the clues collected by the Brotherhood of the Black Street, some traces left by Littlefinger outside the city of Fog Castle were finally found.

A few of the Brotherhood of the Dark Street had just tortured the poor people in the neighborhood and had not received much useful information, but Justin had taken a brief look at the terrain and compared some traces in the area suitable for travel near the ruined wall, where he found some footprints and the hoof prints of his mount.

Justin pointed to a spot on the ground and said, "Look at these, although the traces of the march left last night, although some cover was made, but it was obviously done by a stupid half-elf cub, and the way to cover up the whereabouts is too amateurish." ”

"The road to the north, or in a while, I'll be able to get this little finger back alive. ”

Ken next to him nodded, beckoning the Black Street Brotherhood elite who came over.

The people mounted their horses and quickly chased them north on the main road.

Time passed quickly, and the elites of the Black Street Brotherhood had been chasing for more than half a day on horseback, and everyone began to feel tired.

But apart from the scattered traces of the young thief's mouth, there was no trace of Littlefinger in front of him. The mount finally became a little overwhelmed, and the speed of the tracking slowed down a bit.

Kenn was skeptical, "Mr. Justin, are you sure you can find Littlefinger on this road? We've been on horseback for most of the day. ”

Justin said with some contempt: "It's all in my hands, you guys should rest first." ”

He pointed to the grass trail in front of him and said, "Ridiculous little finger, look at the traces of the grass stalks being eaten on the side of the road, he can't run far with a goat." ”

"It won't be long before you can easily capture the half-elf cub alive. ”

......

After running for a full day, although Loki was tired and hungry, he could still hold on to the pain of the weakened system, and the sky gradually darkened, and he was worried about how to replenish tomorrow's food.

The body slammed, and he felt the ram's mount under him stop again, this time letting the reins in his hand control, the old goat did not take a step, and ran directly to the side of the road and began to gnaw grass.

The half-elf boy's throat was also a little dry, and he took out his water bladder and drank a large sip of water, and the goat, who had eaten a few mouthfuls of grass, also walked to him when he heard the sound of water, and rushed to put the sheep's head over, intending to drink the water in the skin.

Loki patted the ram on the head and fed it only a few sips of water, leaving the rest for backup.

After traveling for almost a day, there were many caravans on this road during the day, but Loki chose to quietly avoid them and hide his whereabouts as much as possible.

However, for him with low-light night vision, night is different.

It was getting dark, and the half-elf boy stood on a dirt slope, looking condescendingly at the light of a campfire looming in the distance, which should be the temporary campsite of a caravan.

Loki's little face finally stopped tightening, "I've been tired and hungry all day, and now, food and supplies are finally in place." ”